1Missy The Vampire, Part 2: Competition

Tears were smeared across Missy's face. She had run away, since she was different, she could do what mortals couldn't.

Missy's long blue and gray hair flowed behind her as she hopped from building to building. She ran in bare feet, the roof tops not cutting her because her movements were fast. Missy decided she would run and keep running until she would just disappear.

Her tears rose again, fogging her vision.

She then tripped on the edge of a building, falling into an alleyway. Her eyes closed tightly as she fell, not caring what happened anymore. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms that she hadn't known were below her. Missy opened her eyes to the darkness, blinking confused.

"Are you alright?" A kind voice asked her, followed by a soft smile.

She looked towards the figure that caught her, searching for his face in the darkened light. Her hand touched his cheek softly, then feeling a warmth from the blush that formed from her touch. Tracing his face, from his cheeks one of her hands left to move down and finding his lips. His perfect, cold lips.. Lips she suddenly had the urge to force against her own.

Missy's hands left his face to wipe her blurred eyes. He held her closer as he approached the streets with her in his arms. She had her arms locked around his neck loosely now, holding onto him since she felt weakened. As the light came upon them her eyes landed on his face, her heart seeming to plummet in her chest.

He was gorgeous. He had short black hair, bangs that fell over his left eye. Powder blue eyes seemed to sparkle against the light of the street lamps.

She blushed darkly and looked away from his gaze. Her head rested against his chest, his steady heartbeat echoing in her head.

"You are indeed very beautiful miss." His voice was soft and gentle, calming her down a little.

She felt as thought her heart skipped a beat, if she had a heart beat anymore. Her heart and veins flowed with mixed blood.

Warm and cold.

Her heartbeat was slow, not being like mortals.

Missy blushed again hearing the compliment. "Thank you.." She replied softly in an almost whisper.

"Missy!" Called a voice out.

Brett had come running down the street towards the two people. She quickly hid her face in the strangers warm chest. The man that held her in his arms raised an eyebrow at her hostility to the other man running towards them "Is he bothering you miss?" He whispered softly in her ear. His words sent shivers down her spine. She wasn't sure how to answer his question, she wasn't sure what he would do to Brett is she said yes. Brett was one she loved very much, both as a friend and more. Missy shook her head gently, "No.. But, your warmth.. Is nice..." Brett used to hold her like this, till he found out about her, about what she was. Then he seemed to change to more of an older brother figure. Missy knew he would be mad and even a little jealous at the sight of another man holding her.

"Missy.."

Brett had approached them, his blonde hair was a little messed up from running and his green eyes were mixed with emotions. He then looked at the man, his eyes locking with his powerful blue eyes.

"What are you doing with Missy?"