A/N:Hello, well I've decided to do a vampire fic. Yep that's right.:) This story is going to be very DARK. Its not like Twilight(Even though I love it). Eli is OOC in this story. His intentions with Clare are not very sweet in innocent at first either. I'm making him like a normal vampire. So please give it a chance. I just want to take my writing to a darker turn. So enjoy my lovely readers.;)

Moonlight Fire


The pain was too much to handle. No. It wasn't pain. It was agony. The scorching going through my system. I wanted to die. I don't want to go through this anymore. Fire was streaming through me, making my insides explode. Oxygen was being cut off . My vision was turning gray and blurry. I reached my hands out, desperately trying to grab on to something to lever the flaying inside my body. Though I couldn't find anything. Everything was out of reach. I looked up; slightly through my blurry vision, I saw a dark figure stood before me, looking down on me. I tried to my make out what it was, but before I could strain my eyes any further, I tuned out. Everything went black.

I blinked repeatedly. Trying to take in my surroundings. I look around to see I'm in a middle of a field, the moon shining through the blackness called night. It was empty in the field. I could feel a certain wind in the air, though not as cold as I thought. I look at my hands. They are the colour of white; as the moon. They shined in the darkness. They look cold, though feel warm. I pushed myself up and was surprised I didn't stumble. I stretched, but didn't feel stiff. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what happened.

I remember burning. The excruciating burning sensation that went through my body. I remember the figure standing before me before I lost consciousness. Before I could comprehend it further, I heard a noise. A soft thud on the ground. I jerked my head around to see what it was. There was nothing, just the darkness and green grass. I turned around and shook my head. I started walking carefully. I heard the soft thud coming from behind me but I ignored it. The soft thuds turned into soft footsteps; padding their way toward me. I stuck my hands in my pockets and tried to seem casual, then something heavy crashed towards me, I fell to the ground on my stomach. I wasn't hurt or feeling any pain. What's happening to me? I turned over on my back and looked up to see a tall, strong built man that was standing in front of me. His dark coat covered his feet. I looked up and saw, his skin was as pale and white as my hands. His dark brown hair was short and spiky on the top. He had a menacing smile on his face. I looked in to his eyes and gasped. They were black. They looked like two black holes that never ended. There was no sclera or iris. Each eye was covered in black. I backed up a little, pushing my hands through the grass as I slowly edged backwards. The mysterious man laughed. A dainty laugh that fell loosely from his lips. His noise disrupted the eerily quiet and calmness of the field. I tried to find my voice and when I did I said,

"Who are you?" My eyes widened at the softness from my voice; expecting to hear fear and roughness instead.

He walked over to me until he was two feet away from me. The sound of his foot steps merely a whisper in the night; though his stance looked hard. Rough. Loud.

"You really need to work on people coming up behind you", he said in an equally soft voice.

I shook my head and put on a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"You knew I was coming behind you. Why didn't you do anything?". He stared at me with a knowing expression.

"I…uhh…thought you would leave me alone if I looked casual." I tried to justify. He pulled up an eyebrow and shook his head.

"Who are you?" My voice sounded more firm this time. He started to circle around me, hands in his coat pockets.

"Oh Elijah, you have no idea do you?" He had a laughing edge to his voice.

I looked at him alarmed. "How did you know my name?"

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me. "Because, I've been watching you for awhile now….waiting for the perfect time." He pulled out his hands to enunciate the sentence.

I stood up and looked straight at him, looking dumbfounded.

"The perfect time for what?" Realization dawned on me. Him. He was the guy that was watching me burn. He did this to me. I suddenly felt rage envelope me from the inside, working its way up.

"You." I paused. "Did this to me." My voice was dripping with venom.

The stranger smiled darkly, showing white glistening teeth and…fangs?

"I was wondering when you'd catch on", He walked a few strides toward me, making me instantly taking a few steps back.

"How come I'm not dead?" I asked more myself, then him. "I remember….burning". I closed my eyes.

"Yeah….that part isn't pretty", he shook his head as if he had gone through the same thing I had.

"I still don't understand what you did exactly and why?" I tried to put two and two together, but nothing was adding up.

"Don't you know what you're capable of?" He sounded irritated. I didn't answer, so he continued.

"Okay, well listen to this. You don't feel sore at all from what happened, you heard me walking from miles away, you're body is pale, your throat is burn-"

"My throat is not burning".

He chuckled. "Oh but it will soon." He tilted his head. "But don't worry, we'll find someone that will help that."

I shook my head, all this is sounding so familiar. I remember father telling me myths when I was a child about the dark creatures that came into the night. They had pale skin, can move as fast as lightning, amazing strength, razor-sharp fangs….


My brain couldn't process that single word that was swarming through my mind; erasing everything else I've ever thought of. It can't be? Could it? I'm not a…I can't even say it.

"No." I shook my head. "I can't be a…."

"Vampire." He finished for me.

"Why would you do this to me?" My voice was quiet.

"Elijah, don't worry this is a good thing, you'll understand more when I teach you." He turned around and started walking away, probably expecting me to follow him.

I didn't know what to do, but didn't want to endure this by myself, so I started after him. I was walking closely behind him when I realized something.

"What's your name?"

He turned around and smiled wide, fangs flashing full on.

"Mark Fitzgerald. But you can call me Fitz."

A/N: So...what did you think? Please let me know. Hate it? Love it? I really want to know what you think. I LOVE your feedback.:)