this is a story written by Rachel (The Purple Thingamabob) and I. Hope you enjoy it!


I slowly walked into the alley. It was a little after eight, the perfect time for my quarry to appear. I felt ridiculous at time, with my job. I felt like a Blade wannabe or something. Except I was just a vampire, no half and half involved. And I would drink rat blood. I was like the bastard of 'Interview with a Vampire' and "Blade' who decided that blue would be a nice hair color.

I climbed on top of a dumpster and saw the drunk vampire stutter along his path, searching for blood. He crashed into a wall and I jumped down. He didn't notice. That ruled out intimidation as a ploy. I pulled my coat around me tightly and assumed an innocent and scared facial expression. Ploy two: weakness. He came near, adn I fell down in his path. I'd concealed my scent with a thick perfume, so he wouldn't know me for what I was.

He bent down and began to help me up. As he grinned at me and I saw his fangs, I fingered my stake. He reached for me, attempting to wrench my chin upward, thus baring my neck. He didn't even touch me. I grabbed my stake and stabbed him through the heart. Soon all that was left of the drunk was a relatively small pile of ashes. I spit in his corpse and ran, concealing my weapon as I went.

I sprinted past several darkened alleyways and turned left into a small side alley that smelled like garbage. I rested there and waited. I'd learned not to linger over the corpse of a vampire I'd killed because he may have had friends. As I learned the night I was turned. I'd staked one, then stood still for a minute to gloat. I'd smiled, put my stake back behind my coat, and stared down at the pile of dust. I remember a snide chuckle coming from the shadows, and gleaming white fangs. The three of them came at me, alternately laughing at me and sucking me dry. They left enough for me to turn. The last thing I remember that fateful night was looking into the eyes of the vampires and marking them in my memory. Then I passed out from blood loss.

I hated those chocolate eyes with a passion. They'd turned me into a monster that required the blood of another living being for sustenance. I remember how they were beautifully framed by black lashes, and how his hair brushed delicately against his forehead. I remember his thick lips as they lapped up my blood hungrily. I clenched my teeth as I remembered the details of that night. It didn't help hating a guy when he was steaming hot.

"Hello beautiful," I heard a silky voice ask from behind me. I swore and pumped my legs. Apparently Drunkie knew Chocolate Eyes. I ran as fast as my vampire legs could take me (which was considerably faster than the average person) until I didn't hear footsteps behind me.

I finally wheezed and leaned against a brick wall. I quickly checked my watch. I'd been running for three hours. I leaned my head against the wall and suddenly I felt someone approaching. I glance up and saw him. I knew I couldn't run any more. I began to reach for my stake, but I knew I wouldn't have the energy to stab him. I panted quietly, my eyes wide as he approached with a grin that showed off his teeth.

"Why are you following me?" I asked him, trying to sound angry, which was really tough after having run for three hours straight and not being exactly sure where you are while being faced with someone who took away half of your life because he was feeling spiteful. I wheezed as he blinked at me.

"Cuz you're running..." he said nervously. WHy was he nervous? That didn't make sense. I was the one who was in danger...wasn't I? But also, wasn't I the hunter? But he might have a gun in his pocket. But I had a stake in mine. But he might have had back up. But I had lots of handy weapons. But he could too. I hesitated, wondered what to do.

"What's taking so long?" I heard a someone whine. Back up. I crouched down before realized that I wouldn't be able to get back up as easily. I silented cursed myself as Chocolate Eyes' back up appeared. A guy with an almost child like face and pretty hazel eyes appeared first, then a guy who had a sweet smile, shaggy hair, and nice blue eyes came out. Last was a guy who looked pretty chill with a beard and sandals.

"Great. My sworn enemies are all really cute. Just what I need right now," I muttered to myself, a habit I'd picked up after being turned.

"Hey, she thinks we're cute!" the one with sandals said cheerfully.

"Damn vampire hearing!" I said loudly and put my head on my knees.

"Agreed. It makes gossiping like, SO much harder!" the one with the blue eyes said with a chuckle. Damn, why did they have to be so cool?

"Unless you gossip very far away and very quietly," said the hazel eyed one logically.

"Stop making sense Ryan!" Beard said.

"NEVER!!" said Kid Face.

"Ugh. If we keep bickering like this I'll forget why we're stalking her!" Chocolate Eyes said, pointing at me. I glanced up at them and they looked down at me.

"Why are you stalkering her again?" Shaggy Hair asked.

"....Damn. I forgot!" he said, smacking his forehead. I gained some of my energy and grasped my stake again. I surged up and forward, taking out my stake and doing my best to fly at him with it. Next thing I knew I was on my back in the alley with all four of them laughing at me. I felt around for my stake and Chocolate Eyes held it in front of me.

"Be nice and you get it back," he told me. I grabbed at it, and he smacked my hand with it.

"She's rude," Beard said.

"And you're annoying. Just gimme!" I said.

"She's REALLY rude," Shaggy Hair agreed.

"What do you want with me?" I asked, curling into a ball. Revenge at my fingertips, and what did I do? I ran. Then I screwed up. Then I screwed myself over. Then I pouted. Story of my life, I suppose.

"Well. Originally I was gonna thank you. Then apologize. But now I'm not sure what to do..." Chocolate Eyes told me.

"WHy and why?" I asked sullenly.

"The thanks were for getting rid of Brent. Which we'd been trying to do for like, YEARSSS! The apology was for letting the bloodlust get the best of me. And I don't know what to say cuz you tried to kill me!" he said irritably.

"Well, I'm a vampire hunter, you're a vampire. Its kinda my job..." I told him.

"You're not supposed to hunt a hunter! I'm a vampire hunter too! And this is my merry entourage..." he said, gesturing at the other boys.

"Hold the phone. You, mister 'I'm gonna drain innocent girls' blood but still turn her anyway cuz thats the shizz', are a hunter?" I asked, my eyes widening substantially.

"Yus Ma'am. Though I've never really thought of my self as Mister 'I'm gonna uhh...' all what you said..." he said, blinking.

"Then why the hell did you freakin' half kill me!?" I asked angrily, losing my cool for like, the seventh time that night.

"That was the apology. I'm sorry really doesn't cover it, does it?" he asked, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

"Nope," I said firmly, sticking out my lower lip in a pout.

"Hey, she's cute when she pouts! What was that for?" Kid Face said as he was elbowed in the ribs by Beard.

"You can't like her! Brendon likes her! Go find some pretty human girl to woo!" Beard whispered into his ear.

"WHo likes me?" I asked.

"Damn vampire hearing," Beard said, sharing my sentiments.

"But she's the one who said I was cute..." Kid Face said, pouting.

"Shuddup!" Shaggy Hair said, smacking the back of Kid Face's head. I couldn't help myself; I laughed at their antics. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my temple and the world went black momentarily.

"WTF mate?" I asked when I woke up. I sat up and observed that I was in a small, dark room. On a bed. The curtains were drawn, but I could see that it was now morning. Apparently 'momentarily' had been for longer than I'd thought. I stood up and looked around in the room. My short dress rustled as I walked to the window. Then I looked down. I hadn't been wearing a dress when I went hunting last night. I was wearing a fluffy little lengere type of thing.

"Gross," I muttered to myself and looked arounf for a possible weapon in case my captors came to visit. The poofy red dress wasn't very good for concealing anything, and the only thing I could find weaponwise was a small TV that looked broken. I hefted it, but it was heavy. I set it back down as the door banged open. I glanced up and hissed, true to my nature I suppose.

My captor wasn't one of the gang from the former night. He had short spiky-ish hair and humorous brown eyes. He smiled at me, showing that he wasn't a vampire, which gave me no justification to try and kill him. I sat down with a huff on the bed and glared at him.

"Morning!" he said cheerfully.

"Is it?" I asked him in a neutral voice.

"Yes indeedy miss. What's your name?" he asked, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

"Is it relevant?" I asked him dryly.

"I should think so. If I'm to randsom you, I think they'll need your name, don't you?" he asked condescendingly.

"Oh, and who would you randsome me too?" I asked him.

"Your vampire buddies, of course!" he said. I decided he was too cheerful.

"Don't have any."

"Oh?"

"Nope."

"What about those charming young gentlemen you were with?" he sneered, referring to my sworn enemies.

"What young gentlemen?" I asked him, sealing my lips.

"Lady, I'm a vampire hunter. I've been tracking you for months. They've been doing the same. It's kinda obvious that they're your friends!" he snarled, dropping any semblance of kindness.

"So I have a stalker. More than one. And they all kinda creep me out! I guess thats how it works," I siad, rambling to get on his nerves. It worked a bit better than I'd planned. He hit the side of my head, knocking me over. I fell off of the bed and curled up on the floor. Then I cursed myself for being so weak. I stood up and glared at him.

"What. Is. Your. Name," he asked me through clenched teeth.

"Fuck you," I said, and flashed my fangs at him. This was one human I wouldn't mind draining.

"No. Thats Brendon's thing," he told me, leaving me to wonder who Brendon was.

"Who?" I finally asked.

"Stalker Numero Uno!" he called, laughing insanely.

"That doesn't help any," I told him as if calm.

"The one who turned you, you idiot!" he snarled, going from happy lunacy to scary lunacy.

"But what did you statment have to do with mine?" I asked him warily.

"Huh? Oh, you said 'Fuck you' but Brendon is the one who erhm...with his prey. He only hunts pretty girls or sworn enemies," he informed me, letting me figure out what 'erhm' meant. When I did, I did a little 'Ew gross' dance.

When I finished, I asked "Why am I in this...Thing?" and pointed at the dress thingy.

"Your other clothes were ugly. This is better. And you look good in red," he told me. I made a face and turned my back on him. That probably wasn't very good foresight. He crept up behind me and put his hand on my neck. He was like, waaaay taller than me, and I was super creeped out. I tensed and cursed how weak I was. I don't even know how I survived being a vampire hunter. I was short, thin, and not very strong. Yeah, I was fast, but that was about it. I suddenly grabebd his hand, jumped over his shoulder, and wrenched his arm behind his back.

"Don't. Touch. Me," I told him, jumping and grabbing his neck in a headlock.

"YOu know you like it," he sneered.

"And you know you are a lying, overbearing, overconfidant, perverted fool," I told him.

"Those are a lot of big words for a little girl like you, why don't you just let me go and do what I like?" he smirkedat me.

"I'm disinclined to aquiest you request. And if I'm such a little girl, then I'll have to add 'Pedofile' to that list," I told him, tightening my grip.

"Now you're just quoting movies! Let me go, or I break your pretty little arm," he threatened. He took his free arm and grabbed my arm. He twisted it off of his neck and spun, making me lose any advantage over him that I'd had. He whirled, grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the wall. I gulped and cowered.

"Say sorry..." he said, lifing his chin. I realized I had the chance of a life time. I leaned forward, and parted my lips. I was about to touch my teeth to his skin when he realized what I was up to. He quickly took a gun out of nowhere and pointed it at my head.

"Shit," I said clearly, my eyes wide.

"I thought you were a hunter. Hunter's don't kill humans. Therefore, I have the right to kill you right now," he informed me. I slumped my shoulders.

"WHatever," I said. He let my wrists go and I grabbed at the window curtain. I drew it open and waited to turn to dust. Nothing happened. I looked out at the brightly lit city and saw the daylight reflecing off of the metal and glass buildings. I even glanced straight at the sun. I looked down at myself. Nope, still not dust. I looked at my hand closely, searching for signs of dust or dead skin or SOMETHING. Nothing. It looked like a hand with chipped purple nail polish and a few scars and calouses.

"Don't tell me you thought you were a night walker," he said behind me.

"Huh?" I asked in a bewildered voice. Suddenly he grabbed my waist and picked me up. I screamed, like any tough fighting girl like me would do. I kicked my legs and tried to squirm away.

"What are you doing, William?" I heard a woman's voice ask.

"I don't know and I don't like it!" I screamed at her.

"PUT HER DOWN!" the woman said. I still couldn't see her as I was being shoved against a window. He set me down, and I collapsed on the floor. I looked at my savior. She had curly black hair, green eyes, and an angelic face. I hoped her face relfected her disposition and temper. She had her delicate hands on her ample hips and I studied her more closely. She wasn't much taller then me, and our eye color was around the same. We even had about the same body type, though she looked a bit more well fed than me. I wondered if we were related or something.

"Erhm. If I could just get my clothes back and see how far this daylight thing works, then..." I began, getting up nervously. 'William' had slunk to the far side of the room, glaring at me.

"Did you dress her in that? William, I told you not to! What am I going to tell Brendon? You freakin' kidnapped his crush!" she yelled, ignoring me.

"She's a daywalker! Do you know how much she's worth?" he retorted.

"I DON'T CARE!! SHE'S STILL PRETTY MUCH A HUMAN BEING!!!" she shouted. I turned and looked out of the window again. Vegas was repulsive even in the morning. I could practically see the sin and waste springing from the place. I looked at a street corner and, even though it was still before noon, I saw a scantily clad woman peddling her 'wares'. Sickening.

"Are you okay, hon?" the woman asked me.

"Yeah, though I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be. I mean, I standing in sunlight!" I told her.

"You're a day vampire. I'm surprised you didn't know..." she told me. I looked out at the dreary city I lived in.

"How would I know?" I asked incredulously. The only way to find out would be to commit possible suicide, stepping into the light when you're pretty damn sure that will turn you into a pile of dust.

"William, go," the woman ordered with a flourish of her hand. "I'd like to speak with her alone."

Grumbling somewhat, William stuck his hands in his pockets and shuffled from the room, casting an annoyed look backwards over his shoulder. The woman didn't seem to notice; or, if she did, she must have been used to his sulkiness.

Once William had shut the door behind him (and none too gently, at that), the woman crossed slowly over to the window and traced the sill with one slender finger. I allowed her to run her fingertip along the windowsill's full length once before spitting irritably, "So are you going to just stand there, or are you going to explain?"

She blew a slow, weary sigh through her cheeks and pivoted to face me. Her angelic face was perfectly devoid of emotion as her eyes lingered for a moment longer on the streets below before meeting mine.

"So," she said finally. "In case you haven't figured out already, you're not an average... an average vampire." Her face twisted for a fraction of a second as she uttered the word, as if it pained her to speak those last three syllables, before smoothing out her features once more.

"I figured," I replied. "I'm not dense." Did she really underestimate my reasoning skills that much?

"Yes," she murmured, swiveling to face the window once more. She brought one sunlight-splattered hand up to her chin to stroke it thoughtfully. "Daywalkers are extremely rare," she pointed out. "I haven't figured out the exact comparison yet, but from what information I've gathered, I'd say somewhere around one to seventeen thousand."

"Impressive," I said. "How many other of these 'daywalkers' have you met?"

"One," she answered, "but that doesn't mean I haven't been doing my research. The legends and myths are scattered sparsely throughout the globe, depicting creatures much like vampires"--she cringed slightly, though the reaction wasn't as severe as the last--"who eat flesh but are not confined to shelter by day. You see where I'm going with this, of course."

I nodded slowly. Yes, I did understand, but why? What was the point of these defective--for lack of a better word--vampires?

"And all this time, I thought I could never leave the house as long as the sun shone." My fists tightened around the red silk draped skimpily around me. "Is there any reason why? Why there are some of us that can withstand the daylight and some that can't?"

"There probably is," the woman answered softly. "We're just... not quite sure what it is yet."

"Oh." That's all I managed to say. The woman drifted over to the window and leaned against the sill, her eyes scanning with some disrespect the streets of the city.

"So," I blurted after a brief silence, "what's the deal with you and William?"

"What? What do you mean?" Even at this harmless question, I noted the blood that rushed into her cheeks.

"Whoa, calm down. I just meant, you seem to know a lot about the 'creatures of the night,' more than I do, a vampire myself. So I'm just wondering...?"
"Well...I used to be a hunter, but William found me and er...kidnapped me, like you. I ended up working for him cuz I know so much. I kinda have alot of influence over him cuz I know of his...urges?" she said awkwardly.
"Urges? Actually, I don't want to know..." I said, making a face. She laughed.
"Let me introduce myself, I'm Kathryn Moore," she said kindly.
"I'm Kristen. I used to have a last name, but I knida severed myself from that life when I was turned," I told her, reflecting on my life.
"Oh. William's name is William Beckett. Just in case you wanted to know," she said with a shrug.
"That's a weird name," I said, doing my best to be rude.
"I know, right? Anyway, I'll go find your clothes. Be right back!" she said chipperly. I made a face as she turned away. Happy people tended to get on my nerves. I continues searching the room immediatly after the door slammed shut. I found nothing but a concealed stake in the bed sheets. I hefted it and knew it wasn't mine. It was too heavy. I sighed and put it down.
I sat down on the bed and glared at the door, feeling shocked at how different everything looked in sunlight. The past four years of being a night creature had obliterated my memory of the brightness almost completely. I wondered how William had managed to stalk me for a whole four years, I mean, I can hardly follow a person a single night.
"You still there?" I heard a whisper form behind the door. I didn't recognise the voice.
"No!" I called, wondering if my day could get any weirder. A girl crept into the room. She had black, curling hair, green eyes and was skinny. She looked almost exactly like me, but was tall. I was getting creeped out by all the me copies.
"I'm Kelly...I heard Kathryn talking to you..." she said nervously.
"And? It inspired you to bother me?" I asked her sarcastically. Yes, I was being rude, I know. But you would be rude too if you'd just been kidnapped by a weird perv with a dumb name!
"Sorta...just...uhh..." she said, and ducked her head out of the room, slamming the door. I sneered at her and laid down on the bed wearily. I think I fell alseep. When I came to, there was a pile of neatly folded clothes at the end of the bed. I was rather unnerved at the fact that someone had been that close to me while I slept. Though I suppose they had to have been closer to me in order to change my clothes. I shuddered at the thought and began to get dressed.
I pulled on my Beatles shirt, my classy corderoys that had gone out of style awhile back, and my good old Converse. Last of all I pulled on my trusty overcoat that reached down to my ankles and swirled pleasantly when I moved. It had been the envy of my sister's friends until they learned that it belonged to me. I remember them staring at it hanging on the back of a chair in the dining room, not noticing me, and talking about how cool it was. Then my sister flaunted into the room and told them that 'the old rag' belonged to her baby sis Krissy. They'd all sighed and backed away from the coat as if it'd turned into a giant spider. As they'd retreated from the room I'd hopped down from my perch in the pantry and made a vow to never care about that kind of thing.
That had been a year and a half before I'd been turned. I had been seventeen, my sister was eighteen. We'd had a little brother named Micheal, who at the time had been ten. I missed little Mickey. He'd always been better at fashion and what looked good on me than I had, and he was always there for me. Well, except for the first seven years of my life. And the last four ones. After I'd been turned I'd cut off any family ties I'd had and severed any friendships, not that there had been many. I changed my hair color, started wearing color contacts, I even did my best to forget my name.
I sighed as I recalled my old life. I'd only been a fledgling hunter when I was turned, and had yearned for a partner. Now I did my best to stay alone and out of peoples' lives. I finished dressing and walked to the window. It was at least five stories up. I broke the glass and slid out. Balancing delicately on the ledge, I looked down at the people who I was about to land on. I laughed suddenly, and launched myself as far out as I could. I landed on the top of another building.
"Neat!" I shouted happily. I ran and jumped again, landing on another building. Then I turned out towards the street and walked slowly to the side of the roof. I looked down breifly, and hopped down the four stories I had to go. I landed in front of a woman with out-of-a-bottle blonde hair and large, but obviously fake boobs. She screamed and I saw her bad teethe. I sneered at the hussie and sprinted away.
I ran to a park that I knew to be a nice place when it was past sunset. During daylight, it didn't seem so nice to a pessimist like me. Lots of pimply teen couples mooning over eachother, a few old people strolling around, and a mom with a couple of toddlers monkeying around in the playground area. I yawned and sat down on an empty bench. The bright light was making me incredibly sleepy. Confidant that I could have no enemies during the day light, I started to doze.
"Would you mid if I sat here?" asked a voice that was vaguely familiar. I think the bright light dulled my judgment and wits.
"Not at all," I said, sitting up and blinking. I couldn't see all that clearly, also due to the damn light. He sat next to me and I rested my head on his shoulder. He smelled like an overenthusiastic dosage of cologne. But he was comfy. I heard his also vaguely familiar chuckle as I fell asleep.

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OMFG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT AS ALWYS!!!

that was really good so uh yeah

you should like update soonish yeah

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OMG I know this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am about to post mine so go read it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please...teehee

THANK YOU! phew...i was afraid people wouldn't like it. its gonna be less...romancy than some of my others. plus William Beckett's a perv/stalker! alwasy fun

OOOOH CAN I HAVE RYAN???
I mean, if it's okay with you...
BTW I really like this!
Update soon!

DAMN. i wanted him. OH WELLS. can i be brendon's younger vampire sister?

make her uppp(:

hahah! this is really good
i like it
update!!

here's a relatively short one:


I woke up and it was dark. I could see and think clearly. I lifted my head off mystery man's shoulder and was confronted with a really bad nightmare. Chocolate Eyes. I yelped and sprang away. I backed up until I backed into a tree, then I started feeling around for my stake. Good Ol' Pointy was no where to be found. I swore loudly and looked back at him. He looked at me sleepily and I realized that he'd fallen asleep on top of me. He blinked at me.
"You woke up," he informed me.
"I think I've caught on by now. Unless this is a really messed up nightmare?" I said hopefully.
"'Fraid not. Umm...why are you so far away?" he asked groggily.
"Cuz I'm scared of vampires. Especially ones who can apparently go out in day light!" I told him irritably.
"Oh that? A small thing, really. We're the same way. But we still function better at night. We get all giddy during daylight," he explained.
"Oh good to know. Now if you're done educating me in the ways of the world, then I'll just be going..." I started.
"You want a lesson in the ways of the world?" he asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. Pervy stalker dudes seemed to have become my main company. Greaaaat...
"No thanks pedo perv!" I said, backing away, this time avoiding the tree though. He got up and started following me amiably.
"I'm not a pedo perv!" he started to protest, but then his phone went off. He held up a really long finger and held the phone to his ear. He chatted for awhile to whomever had been possesed to call Mr. Creepy.
"And who called?" I asked, then wondered why the hell I was curious.
"My sister. She can really be a pain sometimes, but she wants to meet you. Her name is Esther, though never call her that or she'll claw your eyes out. She has people call her 'Star' or something these days," he said shaking his head. I hadn't been aware that vampires had siblings, then I recalled Mickey and Jessica.

Oh, man! I had a really good idea!

But never mind, it's too late now. xD

OMG THAT WAS AMAZING
CAN I BE IN IT AND CAN I HAVE ONE OF THE PANIC BOYS

Ooh, I like.
I like alot.

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

and i love how u called him Mr. Creepy. you are a funny one!!!!!!
can't wait for more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Loved the update!
Update soon!