For those who don't know me
I can get a bit crazy
Have to get my way yep
24 hours a day
Cause I'm hot like that

Every guy, everywhere
just gives me mad attention
Like I'm under inspection
I always get a ten
cause I'm built like that

I go through guys like
Money flying out the hands
They try to change me
but they realize they can't
And every tomorrow is a day I never plan
If u gonna be my man understand

I can't be tamed
I can't be saved
I can't be blamed
I can't can't
I can't can't be tamed
I can't be changed
I can't be tamed
I can't be can't I can't be tamed

If there is a question about my intentions
I'll tell ya
I'm not here to sell ya
Or tell you to go to hell
I'm not a brat like that
I'm like a puzzle
but all of my pieces are jagged
If you can understand this
We can make some magic
I'm wrong like that

I wanna fly
I wanna drive
I wanna go
I wanna be a part of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby, by now you should know

I can't be tamed
I can't be saved
I can't be blamed
I can't can't
I can't can't be tamed
I can't be changed
I can't be tamed
I can't be can't I can't be tamed

Well I'm not a trick you play
I'm wired the different way
I'm not a mistake
I'm not a fake
It's set in my DNA
Don't change me
Don't change me
Don't change me
Don't change me
(I can't be tamed)

I wanna fly
I wanna drive
I wanna go
I wanna be a part of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby, by now you should know

I can't be tamed
I can't be saved
I can't be blamed
I can't can't
I can't can't be tamed
I can't be changed

I can't be tamed

I can't be can't I can't be tamed

~Can't be tamed, Miley Cyrus

(((Hey guys, it's Lady Delerosa. Well, I've had this story idea floating around in my head for a while. I actually came up with the character in art class! So I thought I'd give it a go, and see if it leads anywhere. So I've written one fanfic that's in progress, chapter 15 should be coming up soon, check it out if you want, but don't feel obligated. Umm, let's see... Well, as you can probably tell, I like the whole 'untameable' thing, and the main character will be totally wickedly untameable! BTW, sorry for putting up the WHOLE song, but it all seemed kinda.. perfect. So enough rambling from me, here it is.)))

The night was cool, and even for Seattle. I swung my legs, as I sat on the branch of an old oak tree in the Central Park. I watched, a drunk stumble his way into the park. I sniffed the air; Mmm he did smell good. Definitely not a cheap drinker, either. Whiskey and vodka. Nice. I jumped down from the branch, landing delicately. I watched him carefully, he blinked. Focusing his eyes on me. He grinned lopsidedly, as I sauntered over to him, standing just inches from him. Well, well. What a fine human specimen we have here. I looked him over; he was clearly amused by my examination.

"Hello," I said, flashing my pearly whites.

He looked slightly shocked at the sound of my voice, which didn't surprise me in the slightest. He took a small step back, before replying.

"H-h-hello," He stammered.

Oh, so drunk. Poor darling. Well, I may as well test out my new toy.

I took his hand; he shivered at my touch.

I rolled my eyes. Humans, so predictable.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. Mmm, vodka. The one substance, that I have managed to enjoy, other than blood, of course.

He didn't respond for a moment, but he soon began to kiss me back. Albeit, pathetically, with little skill, but I suppose he is very drunk.

I pressed my hands against his chest.

He is reasonably firm, at least for a human. Nothing like a vampire, of course. Humans are such delicate creatures, soft like teddies. The again, at least they aren't as egotistic, as the male vampires.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, delicately. Making sure I didn't accidentally kill him, like my last pet. I pulled away, studying his face again. He looked shocked, pleased, but shocked. I smiled sweetly. He fingered my bright purple hair, managing to raise a brow even through his drunkenness.

I giggled, "Do you like it?"

He grinned lopsidedly, again.

He is rather... Adorable, Isn't he? Yes, he would do just nicely.

I pushed down on one of the many pressure points, in his feeble body. Rendering him unconscious. I lifted him with ease, racing toward the abandoned warehouse that I'd been living in. I set him down gently, on the rickety old bed in the corner. I brushed his hair out of his face, tilting my head sideways. He wasn't really sleeping, but still it was rather fascinating. I sat down on the floor, resting my back against the wall. I watched with great fixation, as he breathed heavily. Time passed, and before I knew it, he was stirring from his slumber. I stayed perfectly still, in hope of not frightening him. I watched carefully as he blinked, focusing his weak, human, eyes on his surroundings. He looked at me, before grinning. He shook his hair, suddenly reminding me of... someone, from the past. I could never quite remember his name, but I did remember that he was my... purpose in life.

I walked hand in hand, with him. My purple hair shone in the, dim street lamp. He was all I could think about; he was the epitome of the perfect punk guy. I was pleased with my transformation. No longer did my hair frame my face, in that hideous plain brown. Instead of my usual attire, I wore a torn denim skirt, which was fraying around the edges. Under them, a laddered pair of fish net stockings, and studded leather jacket that fit perfectly around me, cutting off just above my waist. Revealing my bare midriff. Mother would be furious. Which made rebelling, all the more appealing. We were out after curfew, but we didn't care. I held a bottle of vodka in my hand. I knew I should stop drinking, but it felt so good. He pulled me in, kissing me tenderly. I felt a rush of excitement, this was definitely considered inappropriate. Being bad, just felt so... good. I smiled up at him. He kissed my forehead.

"I love you," He said.

"I love you too," I said grinning back at him.

He led me toward the park, the pond shimmered in the moonlight. It was breath taking. We sat down at the water's edge. I snuggled into him, placing feather light kisses along his jaw. I could feel him smiling. He put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. This could be it, I told myself. My first time. He kissed me passionately; he lowered me gently to the ground. My breath caught in my throat, as he kissed my neck. Loud footsteps thudded toward us, and he jerked his head up just in time to see a figure with a flashlight running at us. He pulled me off the ground, looking around frantically. He kissed me once more, before whispering in my ear.

"Run and hide, I'll distract him." He said and ran in the other direction.

"Halt!" The man with the flashlight bellowed, startling me for a second.

I Ran toward the concrete wall, covered in a thick bed of vines. I scrambled up the wall, and perched just under the cover of the vines. I watched as he, darted around. Making the security guard chase him. I smiled.

"You'll never catch me," He taunted. "You're too old, and fat!"

I grinned.

Suddenly he tripped, the guard charged toward him. Grabbing his wrists, and handcuffing him. I bit my lip, willing myself not to scream. I knew that he wouldn't want me to get in trouble as well.

"Where's your friend?" The guard demanded.

"What are you talking about, it was just me."

The guard scowled, "Don't play dumb. I know someone else was here, and you damn well know it too!"

He shrugged; "Must've been your imagination."

I winced as the guard kicked him in the ribs, I heard him groan. My lip quivered, I so badly wanted to help him. But, it was obvious that he didn't want me to get caught up in this mess. So I kept quiet.

"Tell me where your friend is, or I'll send you of to the asylum. They like freaks, like you in there." The guard hissed.

He stayed silent.

The guard dragged him off the ground, shoving him forward; I edged my way along the wall. Being extra careful not to be seen. I watched, as he was pushed into the back of a paddy wagon. My jaw dropped, the guard was serious. My stomach started doing somersaults. The guard slammed the door, and got into the driver's seat. I waved frantically at him, through the tiny window in the back of the truck. He saw me, and gave me a sad, yet apologetic smile. His eyes, however told a different story. He was terrified.

I frowned, even with the memories of him; I still couldn't remember his name. I swore under my breath, then looked up. Remembering that I wasn't alone. He got up, and sat himself down next to me.

"So... Are you going to tell me your name?" He asked.

"Tabea, and yourself?"

"Bailey."

I nodded, rolling his name off my tongue, "Bailey, huh?"

"Well, um. Are you going to tell me where I am? Or how I got here?"

I tapped my chin; "I'd like to hear your ideas first. How do you think you got here?"

He smirked, "Really?"

I nodded.

"Hmm, well then. I think, you led me back here, because you're obviously madly in love with me. And then we had mad passionate sex on the floor, although I can't really see why you couldn't of come back to my place, it's much better than this dump."

I laughed; noticing how enchanted Bailey looked, at the sound. Humans, so easily distracted.

"Your idea sounds... entertaining," I said with a smirk.

"So, we didn't have mad passionate sex then?" He asked, sounding slightly dejected.

"No, most definitely not."

He sighed, "Then what?"

I rolled my eyes, Men how typical. There all the same deep down, really they are always thinking about one thing.

I stood up, walking toward the closet in the corner. I opened it, revealing an eclectic assortment of clothing.

"Nothing happened, dearest. Nothing at all, why did you want something to happen?" I asked, amused.

I heard him shift uncomfortably, contemplating his answer.

"If I say yes, are you going to take off?" He asked quietly.

He blinked, when he opened his eyes again, I was crouching directly in front of him. I leaned in, bringing my mouth close to his ear.

"Never, my little pet." I whispered.

I ran my fingers along his jaw, he shivered.

"You feel like... Ice."

I smiled sweetly, "Yes, it is one of my many strange traits, I'm sure you'll get used to it."

I ruffled his hair, before walking at painfully slow human pace back to the closet.

"I'll try to introduce you to them slowly," I said sarcastically.

I ran my finger over the clothing, carefully selecting what I wanted. I laid the black skinny jeans on the bed, kicking my ballet flats off. I turned to Bailey.

"Hey what do you like better?" I said, holding up a backless white leather singlet, and a pink shirt with a very low cut neckline. He raised an eyebrow.

"Depends, where are we going?" He asked.

"Where ever I feel like going."

"That's helpful, isn't it?"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Okay, let me phrase this differently, which item of slutty clothing would you like to see me wearing more?"

He grinned, "The white one."

"Okay."

I pulled my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor. I glanced at Bailey from the corner of my eye; he was watching me with great fixation. I turned to him.

"It's like you've never seen a woman in a bra before."

He blushed, "Sorry."

Aww, he's blushing. How cute, if only I could still blush. I always looked so nice with rosy cheeks.

I wriggled my way out of my tights, and tossed them in the corner. I pulled on the tight, black jeans. Putting the white leather singlet on over top. I scrutinised my reflection in the mirror, and began to apply carefully crafted layers of make-up onto my already flawless complexion. I turned and smiled at Bailey.

"How do I look?" I asked, giving a little twirl.

He smiled with appreciation.

"Good."

I turned to him, examining his clothing. Hmm, what would look good on him? Definitely new jeans, and oh a leather jacket!

"Wait here," I said and sped out the door.

Whoops, I probably shouldn't do that in front of him. Oh, well. He'll be one of us soon enough. Plus, the Volturi aren't exactly interested in my small contribution to the world, are they now?

I stopped in front of True Religion, and flicked my nail in the lock.

"Humans really should get better security," I muttered to myself.

I pushed the door open, quickly disabling the alarm before it sang. I raced past the long wracks of clothing, and tables filled with accessories. Leaving the room looking as if a bomb had hit it. I selected a leather jacket, jeans and a plain shirt.

Hmm, yep that should do it.

I exited the store, not bothering to close the door, let alone clean up.

Isn't it wonderful being off the records, according to the government I don't exist. Just the way I like it. No laws, no nothing.

I tore down the street, making a cloud of leaves as I passed.

Immortality is just splendid, isn't it?

I slowed my pace to human speed, although for what reason I do not know. I dumped the clothes in front of Bailey.

"Get changed," I sniffed the air, wrinkling my nose in disgust. "And maybe take a shower, too"

He obeyed, quickly showering and changing.

I sat on the bed, tapping my foot impatiently.

"Ugh, humans take so long to do everything!"

Bailey walked in, wearing only his jeans. He rubbed a towel over his hair.

"Come on, cut me some slack. I'm gorgeous, doesn't that count for something?"

I scoffed, "Trust me darl, I've seen better."

He looked a tad dejected.

"But don't feel bad about it, it's not like a human can be perfect, right?"

He narrowed his eyes, "Why do you always talk like that?"

"Like what?" I asked, putting on my best innocent face.

He rolled his eyes, "Don't play dumb."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, enjoying my little game.

"Damn it woman!"

"Tut, tut. Anger, not a very good trait." I said, and walked toward him. I ran my fingers over his chest, making him shiver.

You are going to be so whipped when I'm done with you, poor baby.

He folded his arms.

"Fine. I'll tell you," I said wrapping my arms around him. "I'm immortal."

"Ugh! Seriously, just tell me!"

I pouted dramatically; "You don't believe me."

"Of course not, I'd have to be extremely thick, to believe that."

I traced his jaw with my lips, "Or maybe, you have to be... Smart enough to believe it."

I could see he was trying to resist the temptation to kiss me, and I liked it. He was just like my own little puppet.

"Smart enough?"

"Yes, smart. You see, mortals choose not to believe in things because the don't understand them. Because they're too stupid, to understand them." I sighed, "I just thought that maybe you were one of the very few, who could comprehend such a thing."

His handed trailed along my spine, till it reached the small of my back.

"And, what proof do you have?" He said, kissing me under my ear.

I smiled at the tenderness of his kiss; he is a much better kisser than I originally thought.

"Duh, I'm the proof!"

"You?" He chuckled. "Show me."

"You really want to see? You won't get all scared and run away?" I asked with a smirk.

He laughed, holding his sides as if they might fall off.

"Fine then."

I launched myself from the ground, onto the nearest wall. Scaling it quickly, I pushed off. Landing on the opposite one. I climbed to the ceiling, then jumped off, landing soundlessly. The drop was a good one and a half stories at least, especially considering it was an old warehouse. I raced to toward the pile of old timber. Lifting it all with ease. I held it in my right arm, placing my left hand on my hip.

"Do you believe me now?" I demanded.

He nodded, suddenly speechless.

I dumped the timber on the ground, making a huge thud. Bailey jumped slightly. I stood at the other end of the room.

"Are you scared?" I practically sang.

He gulped. "A little, I guess."

I pouted, "You said you wanted to see."

He blinked quickly, "What are you?"

"If I tell you you'll run."

"Well, by the looks of things, I wouldn't get far anyway." He said bluntly.

I danced toward him, "Promise you won't run?" I said batting my lashes at him.

He just nodded.

I held him tight, and whispered in his ear. "I'm a vampire."

I felt him stiffen, "Don't be scarred," I almost pleaded.

I took his lips with mine, trying to show him that I wasn't going to hurt him. He loosened slightly. I kissed him more passionately, pressing my lips firmly against his.

When our lips parted, he was panting breathlessly. I smiled at him.

"So you're not going to eat me?" He asked.

I shook my head, "And technically it's drink your blood. But that's a no to both."

"Why not?"

I tilted my head, "I honestly don't know. I wouldn't change you, unless you wanted me to. Which you probably will, eventually."

He paused for a moment before replying.

"What do you mean by, 'change.'" He asked.

"Oh, you know. Bite you, and change you into a vampire."

He blinked, obviously shocked. "Wait, you can make me a vampire?"

I nodded, as though this should be totally obvious.

"Oh."

I smiled at him.

He nuzzled my neck. Gently kissing me, I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

Humans have such an odd temperature.

He traced patterns of the small of my back, his steady breath, warm on my face, tantalising even.

I traced my fingers along his side, feeling goosebumps rising on his skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, capturing his lips with mine. He pulled me closer. Any space that was between us, quickly disappearing. I felt his heart thudding in his chest. It was so, tempting. I sighed into his mouth, knowing that he would think it was for a different reason. But the sound was so... appealing. He gently tugged me toward the bed; it creaked as we dropped onto it. I pushed him off me.

"No," I gasped. "We can't."

He frowned, "Why not?"

"Because there's the not so small chance, that you might die." I said bluntly.

"Really?" He said in disbelief.

I nodded, "Face it, I'm just a hell of a lot stronger than you."

"This is so weird, girls aren't supposed to be stronger."

I burst out laughing. He looked at me, with a puzzled expression.

"You think me being stronger is weird? I'm a vampire genius, that's what you should be finding weird, or terrifying at least. But no he just wants to bed me, typical."

"Well, it's not like you didn't put it out there." He said defensively.

I chuckled, "Well, then. I guess that's your orientation over."

I tossed his shirt and jacket at him, "Come on, I want to go clubbing."

He raised and eyebrow, "Are you sure I'd die? Cos sex sounds better than just dancing dirty."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes I'm sure."

He pouted and put on the rest of his clothing.

"You know, you're a pig."

He smirked, "Get used to it sweetheart. And I know you like it."

I grinned, "Careful now. I wouldn't want you to get your hopes up, I can turn my lusty ways off and on as I please, but you my dear, are not quite that controlled."

I ran my hand down his chest, stopping before I reached his lower half. I smirked, and flounced out the door.

(((So that's the first chapter of my new story, let me know what you think. Hmm, is there anything I need to tell you? Okay, um Tabea is said like Tah-bay-a. Well, I'm from New Zealand, so if I used any words that you don't understand, feel free to ask. Please review, it means heaps to me, thanks LadyDelerosa =D)))