Note: I thought I should let you know that this is more of a short story. It's more of how Annabelle and Michael meet. I still have more to add to this story, but I'm also working on another story that will be posted soon that involves them in the current time (which is so much easier to write). They won't be in every chapter, but they WILL eventually be in it I promise.

Annabelle 1947

I hurried along the dark street. Arabelle would be upset if I didn't get home before ten o' clock. Most people were at home right now, talking or listening to the radio. Nobody, especially not women, should be out on the streets after sunset. It was dangerous. Well, it wasn't dangerous for me, but for a human woman, this would be out of the question.

Today had been very stressful for me. Ever since I had started taking these special shots that would allow me to go out in the sun to work, i had been tired. That combined with my nursing job . . . well, it didn't allow me to accomplish much else. I was so grateful I had Arabelle.

My heels made a clicking sound that seemed to echo around me like a drum. I debated taking them off- I had never liked these shoes, and walking barefoot had always been the most comfortable -but that wouldn't be well mannered. My gender had always been holding me back.

I saw an alley up ahead and my heart started beating faster. What would be in the alley? That horrible creature the others had been talking about? No- I put all thoughts of that aside. There was no creature that could ever kill a vampire. It was nonsense. The thought didn't make my heart stop pounding.

As I got closer I heard a noise coming from inside the alley. I could have crossed the street to get away from the alley, but I decided not to show fear. If there was a problem, I could handle it. I would have to.

My speed increased and I tried to hurry passed the alley without catching the attention of who- or what- ever was in it. I stopped halfway across.

A man was on the ground covered in blood. His throat had literally been ripped out. Next to him another man sat crying. The other man was also covered in blood, his arm cut open. It was strange because you didn't get to see men cry very often.

"Who are you?" The man said without looking up at me. His voice was smooth but threaded with pain. He had stopped crying.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"Who are you?" He snapped and finally looked up to glare at me. He had dark brown eyes and ebony hair.

"My name is Annabelle." I could see he didn't care about proper introductions. "Who are you?" Instead of answering he looked back down at the other man. "What happened?"

His head snapped back up. His stare was cold as ice. "Can you not see I've had a long day? Why are you pestering me?" He took one look at my expression and sighed. "My name is Michael Angelo. And as you can see my friend was murdered. Will you leave now?"

I shook my head. How could I leave him?

After a bit more pestering, I got him to admit that he had nowhere to stay.

"You can come and stay with my sister and me. We have the room."

Michael grimaced. "I'd rather not. Adam deserves better than to be left here." It worried me that he was referring to his friend as if he were still alive but I just nodded.

"We can take care of you both."

He stayed silent for a moment. "Okay."

Michael got up and carefully picked up his friends body.

On our quiet walk back to my house, I had two thoughts. One was that I had just invited a human to live with my sister and me. I hadn't even asked her permission and I was jeopardizing her too. Humans couldn't find out about our secret, or the High Council would punish us. I wasn't sure what they would do, but I was sure it wouldn't be pleasant. My second thought was that, human or not, the rest of my walk home felt so much safer with Michael walking beside me.

P.S. if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes feel free to tell me. I will fix them ASAP!