Hey Everyone! This is my first fanfic, so give me a break. This chapter is short and simple, but it gets a lot better as it goes on. Enjoy!

Chapter one: The Alleyway

Sometimes life seems to go your way, sometimes it doesn't, and sometimes it tricks you into thinking that good is evil, or evil is good.

I certainly misjudged this.

The "Golden Opportunity" of being in a musical in Volterra seemed to be a chance to be heard in this world, and a chance to show my true colors. Little did I know that this "Golden Opportunity" was a crappy old theater in the worst part of town, full of screaming Italians and the sound of my life going down the drain.

And that's not even the worst part.

The worst part is that I was separated from the only person that mattered in life. My heart. My soul. My reason for being.


"It's only six months," I said while packing the remaining articles of clothing left in my closet. "And besides, I have a phone. You can call anytime you want."

"I know." He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest, "But I don't know how I will live without you. You are everything to me. What will I have when you are gone?"

I kissed him softly, "You can visit anytime you want."

He smiled, "I will."

He then brought his lips back to mine. I broke away but kept my forehead pressed against his. I ran my fingers through his short brown hair.

"I love you." I murmured, almost too soft to hear.

"I love you more." He smirked, and pressed his lips to my forehead.

I didn't realize I was crying until I lost my vision from the tears. Just four more months to go, my mind told me, what is there to worry about?

I shook my head. I was fine. These four months were going to zoom by quickly, and I would see my Daniel in no time. I continued to walk along the dark vacant street, grateful of the streetlights to guide the way to my old apartment on the street corner. All I wanted was to go home, take a bath and to watch corny italian soap operas. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I picked it up eagerly, already knowing who it was.


"Annie! How's my favorite girl?"

I smiled. He called me at this time every day, having a reminder in his phone to do so exactly at the time. I was up early in the morning to late at night, singing till my throat hurt, trying to communicate with the few Italian words I knew to the director and staff and memorizing hundreds of lines until I could recite them in my sleep. The only time I could talk to him was at ten o'clock at night, being 4 at our home in Boston.

"I'm doing okay I guess," I confessed, my heart breaking at the sound of his voice, "It's hard, the work I mean. All of the singing and dancing and trying to live up to everyone's expectations. It's hard being here without you," I fumbled at my words, "I mean, how could you want to stay with me? I am living on the other side of the world, while you could be with some other girl living a mere five minutes away from you and get to see her every day instead of having to call--"

"Annabelle Marie Davis," He interrupted my rant, "Do you really think that I would want to be with anyone else but you? I love you. I always will love you. Don't ever forget that. Besides, the lady next door to me is an old hag cat lady. I'm not sure I would be too happy living with that." I laughed, "But really, baby, who else is there but you? You are the most beautiful girl in the universe. I am the luckiest man alive to have you."

"I miss you," I murmured.

"I miss you more,"

"I can't wait to see you. The director says that if I did a good enough job in the final performances that he would send a recommendation for me to that Broadway musica- in- wha- DAMMIT!" my phone made a few beeping noises before it died. I leaned against the brick wall, slowly sinking to the floor with my head in my hands. Breathe Anna, Breathe. But my heart had other ideas, painfully breaking in two. I choked as the first tears fell, sobbing as their trails ended and dripped off my cheek onto the pavement. I took a deep breath to steady myself and started to get up when I heard strange voices coming from the small alleyway to the right of me.

"How was the roundup?"

"Good. I got about 30 today."

"I hope they taste good."

"They always taste good, Demetri."

"Last weeks humans tasted, how do I say this? Boring. I need a variety in blood, Heidi. You know that."

Humans? Blood? Odd. They didn't sound like they were joking either. I sat up a little more so I could hear better.

"At least Gianna is over her newborn blood craze. There was never anything left by the time we got there."

"I'm going to kill her if she does that again."

"I'll help."

I suddenly lost my footing behind the wall and came tumbling right in front of the two people, landing right on my face. At least they couldn't see me blushing. "I'm s-sorry," I stuttered, trying to run from the situation. A cold hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back to look at the two people.

A very cold hand. Unnatural.

They were amazingly beautiful, perfect symmetrical faces set with deep burgundy eyes. The woman was wearing a pink tank top and denim mini skirt, matched with black fishnets and matching high heels. The man was wearing a simple black cloak that went all the way down to his feet.

I stared in pure horror at the two creatures. They matched my expression, talking almost too quick to hear what they were saying.

"What do we do?"

"I don't know! Did she hear anything?"

"She heard everything. Just look at her face!"

"Should we kill her now?"

"And blow our cover? We've been here for hundreds of years. We can't ruin it now!"

"Let's take her to Aro. He'll know what to do."

They began tugging at me. When I didn't move, Demetri grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I started screaming and kicking, but he just held me tighter. I shut down in his arms.

Okay, I admit it. Bad ending. But I had to end here. It's not that bad. Review please! If you do I will give you a cookie and a big smile! :D