Hi everybody who shall read this. This story is about two characters based on my friend and my personalities, and We both wrote it together, and are still writing. So I would much appreciate if you read and reveiwed it since we put alot of effort and thought into it.

It is about the character who's personality is based on myself and my best friend in the whole wide world, as we travel together (we're vampires) while looking for my long lost brother Jasper Whitlock. We meet the Cullen's and strike up interesting friendships and romances while there.

Disclaimers: We Do NOT own Twilight, that is the amazing creation of Stephenie Meyer.

& Romance-sword

Intro

What we do is like second nature. Never get too close to humans, mere mortals would never understand our circumstances. Hunt when thirsty, though only drink from blood of animals. Control, you must control all your instincts, because letting them loose could have the consequence of humans and others dieing. Awareness, be aware of what and who is around you at all times. Letting one of these tightly nit rules be broken or slip can cause utter chaos. These rules are to be abided, not by humans or animals, but vampires.

Vampire, what we are and others like us are classified as. To humans of this time, we are mere nightmares and myths, designed to scare the weak and create fear. Though what humans don't know is that their fear is very real, and that if they go out at night or day, garlic won't protect them from what lurks in the shadows. Nothing will protect them, not matter if they were to be weak or strong. What we are, who we are, vampires are the deadliest predator on the planet.

Samantha Whitlock- What we are

As I coil into my hunting stance, my body moves as if it I didn't even command for the movement. I smell the air surrounding me, all my senses are intensified, I can hear the wet sound of my prey's heart. Beatings, beating slowly, as if it was a beacon to better locate my hunt. Unlike my prey, my heart never makes a sound, never moves, it once did, though never again.

That thought makes me angry, what I am is disgusting, I depend on other life, even if it to be an animal, I am a killer, a predator. I kill to keep my throat from scorching, and though blood of an animal is not as satisfying as blood of a human, I will settle for it. Humans don't deserve to die, for the cravings and desire of a vampire.

This hunting session needed to over and done with before I lost my strict control, I felt the strength coiling tighter and tighter in my legs, I locked onto my target with my eyes, and before it could blink I pounced. I was onto top of it, and unlike others, I didn't want to put this animal through any struggle. I tightened my hands around the ribs of the animal, tight enough to not to cause a hassle though no pain either. Pain in the next part was unavoidable, I leaned in, and opened my mouth as wide as it would go, then without thinking of the action, like second nature, my venomous teeth lunged in the animal. I could feel a slight squirm of the animal underneath me, my grip tightened once I was feeding it was incredibly hard to stop, and if the animal was hurting now, I was unable to help it. The already weak struggles stopped, the once slow beat of its heart, grew slower and slower, until like all of other of my prey, it stopped. I let my grip on the dead buck loosen, I swiftly moved from its back and onto the ground, it standing next me, it was almost taller than me, though that made no difference when if came down to what I am.

I shuddered, why did I always have to be reminded.

I gently lay the unmoving animal onto the forest floor, I looked at it for the briefest second.

"Sorry," I whispered, knowing no one could hear me, not even the animal I had just devoured.

I turned and ran away from it; I wanted to go fast as I could run, though I needed to stay close to this forest and area.

Because someone else shared this burden with me, my closest friend. It was my fault she had to share the same burden, once I had my hands and teeth on her I had only given her two choices, or mostly only given myself two choices, die or become a vampire.

To me these two choices meant the same thing, though in letting her die, I would never be able to make it up to her, never be ale to know who I killed, what she lost, to punish myself I let her live. It may sound selfish to others, but in letting her live I found myself a best friend, a sibling almost, though I had only ever had one real sibling. My purpose of living was finding that sibling, my long lost, and maybe to be never found brother, Jasper Whitlock.

My run had grown faster unconsciously, I needed to slow down, and I could already hear the outskirts of a nearby human town closing in on me. No matter my control or years of experience, I can never risk it. I skidded to a stop, I was still in the forest area, but I could see the outskirts of civilisation, and just then a faint smell of humans drifted by me, that was all it took, I turned and then ran the way I came.

It was always code red for me, if I smelt humans, I probably could stand near one, but it would take great control, even I, someone who has had almost 200 years of practicing their control, always has to be careful.

She was around a mile from where I was, I smiled to myself, and she wasn't anywhere near as controlled when it came to hunting.

I stopped again, thinking to myself that she wouldn't be done for a while; I looked to the sky, almost nightfall, though not like darkness affected our senses, or if we had a curfew. No curfew needed for vampires, no sleep needed either, and sleep was out of our reach.

I moved my gaze from the sky, and moved it to my surroundings, I could still hear, smell and almost see potential prey surrounding me, though I was not thirsty nor did I want to go kill any of them.

I jumped onto a high tree branch and lent against it, letting one of my pale legs dangle off the side. I closed my eyes, and breathed in, I can barley remember what it feels like to need to breath. To breath to keep your life force living, to me now, breathing just helped us kill our prey more effectively.

I grinded my teeth, why was I so horrible, my fists clenched together, I wanted to punch something. Though I may be in control of my emotions a lot of the time, it was a great struggle to keep them under control when I thought of things like this.

I breathed through my nose, again and again; the red haze was dying down from behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes again, and tried to concentrate on what my friend was doing.

What Carla was doing, now that I concentrated on her whereabouts it sounded like she was torturing the poor animal.

I sighed, I had tried to tell her not to put them through unnecessary pain, though all she had said was, "Alright, alright, I will only play with the strong ones," She then winked and punched me in the arm.

Stubbornness was something that was dominant in her personality, though she was the one who I cared the most in this world, along with my brother.

The grumbles of the bear she was attacking died off, and I could just picture her now, she might put one foot on the bear as if she was victorious, though no applause would greet her, but my fist might.

I could hear her running to my direction; she probably had killed at least three defenceless animals, when I only killed one.

Her run was quick, but nothing compared to mine, she could be in slow motion when compared to me. I have tried to get her race against me, but she gave up after the first couple of races.

No one and nothing could match my speed, not even the speed of light and sound.

She calls it my talent, though what's so talented about running fast? Nothing is the answer I came to.

Soon we would be running from the city San Francisco and its surroundings and heading north to Washington. Washington being one of the last places we have to search, if I don't find him soon, we'll either have to start again, or give up. No matter how much the second option disturbs me, and I don't know what Carla thinks of my never ending exhibition, though I feel I could never give up.

She was 500 metres and closing now, she would be here in three, I could her breathing now, two, 250 metres, one, she is smiling at me, arrive. I looked to my side and there she is, covered in blood from head to toe, well she might of well of been.

Her mousy brown her was stained with blood, I curled my lip in disgust, why would you do that to your hair. Her clothes we had just bought, or should I say stolen, where ripped to shreds in the shape of bear claws. I looked her face she was staring me down as well, her eyes were butterscotch, they only go like this since we drink animal blood, and they would be crimson red if it were humans. My eyes would be around the same colour, maybe darker, closer to topaz, since I hadn't drunk as much as her.

"You fool, have you put those animals through enough torture already? You usually watch them die slowly," I sneered at her, it was infuriating how she could do that.

She rolled her eyes at me and beamed her teeth at me, I was angry now though, I was not was angry type, I usually was tended to be frustrated or agitated more than angry.

I sighed it was no use as always, she would never listen to me.

I slowly got down from the tree and stood in front of her, my eyes in line with eyebrows, since I was slightly taller.

I decided to greet her like I said I would, and I coiled my fist back and punched her in the chest, I saw her go flying into a tree and it split in half, I coiled into my hunting stance, and waited for her to come back at me, like I knew she would.

Carla Mansfield- Running with light

I was laughing. Somehow I always managed to be laughing. At everyone, at everything, at life, at the world, even and always at myself. I was running, flying through the air, my feet barley touching the ground. My laughter the only thing pinpointing my invisible path.

The wind rushed past me, filling my ears, blocking out everything securing me in my own word. Thoughts crashed through my head like a tornado. I was so easily distracted, I had so much up. I easily got to think about, so many thoughts, about anything and everything it was hard to keep absorbed into my own head, and everything was just so amazing.

The world, this life, it was all just so beautiful; I didn't want to miss a second. I had been given this fantastic second chance at life, a chance to live and I wanted to use that gift to the fullest. I wanted to experience everything, live how I wished, and see all I could, throw everything I had at the canvas of life. Because after all when you were a 161 year old Vampire you have had more than your fair share of living. Call us greedy if you want us immortal beings who see fit to live twice, three times the lives of any man and kill many people just to survive. Call us monsters, insurmountably beautiful yet unparalleled killers.

Two complete opposites coming together in one being, a being that is feared all over the world, through cultures and countries, eras and times. We were wrong, so wrong. We shouldn't be here, we shouldn't exist. We go against everything that is known in the world, everything that is right, and everything that is balance that is unity. We are dead yet alive. We have died, we have the look of death, pale skin, soulless eyes, a silent heart, yet still we walk, we talk, we think.

We are alive. Yes these soulless dammed creatures of the night, feared by all, banished to an eternity of darkness. We may be killers, monsters, dead but we still feel. Love, Pain, Laughter, Sadness, Loss and Gain. All the things, everything that makes a person human, which keeps them humane, it is within us. Yes it is buried deep there are those among us who will never find it, never find the light in the dark.

But I like to think, I like to think that my world, this world that I was banished to, from which there is no escape. I like to think that this never ending world of black is just a little bit brighter, that the sun, though still buried deep within the darkness of my heart, I like to think it has begun to show its head above the horizon. I like to think that in this life, with no foreseeable end I have begun to once again find myself.

We do what we can, me and my best friend, Sam. We do what we can to save our selves, to keep our heart, our soul, however black, alive. We do not hunt people, we should not take the lives of others to sustain our own, but it is an inescapable part of who we are, so instead we feed on the blood of animals. There lives however insignificant are our lives.

There blood is our blood, their heart is ours. It was another part of our blackened existence that we all had to live with. It was by no means pleasant, by no means fair, just, right, but it was a necessity. As I slowed my run, my laughter dying with my flight. I raised my head, there it was. The sent I had been following, just as I knew since the first time I had caught its distinct aroma in the woods close to the border of San Francisco. It was a bear.

I watched as it turned, slowly due to its large size. It obscured my vision, took over my senses, it was like everything was in slow motion, I could feel its heart beat, one, two, in time with my now ragged breathing. My thought burned with red flames, flames of need, the need for blood. A low growl escaped my lips. The animal faced me, unsure about the instinctive fear and panic that registered in its every cell. It was nothing more than a sacrifice.

A sacrifice in the place of many other sacrifices, blood to protect blood. We fed on animals to protect humans. Animals defiantly got the bad end of the deal and every time I looked into their eyes, I knew that. But also as I looked into this bears eyes, the small black dots swimming in a sea of brown fur. No matter how alive it didn't compare to that of a humans.

I still remember that time I slipped, the many times I slipped, but this one stood out stronger than the others. Despite our appearance Vampires are in no way perfect. Infact we are far from it, the imperfections in a world of perfect. We have little control; we are ruled by our senses, our needs, and our desires. Most of our kind is closer to animals then humans.

Feeding when hungry, sleeping when tired, living their lives by instinct. Those of us, the very, very few I had met besides me and my sister, those of us who tried to retain what humanity we could for various reasons, those who fed on animals, blended with society the best we could, we must learn control. Why did we do it so many of our kind ask? Why would we perfect beings, so close to Gods put ourselves through such punishment, such mental torture, to deny ourselves what our body most needs, what it most craves, and the blood of humans.

Well I don't know about everyone else, all I can tell you is why I do it. Why I refuse to take the lives my body so desires. I do it because I am me. Because I want to be who I want to be. Because the person I am inside, the person whose heart once beat was not a killer. I am not a killer, it is not who I am. And to kill humans, to take lives would mean casting away the last remaining shred of my true self I was able to hang on two all these years.

It is a high price to pay but I am more than willing to pay it. I wouldn't give myself up for anything. It is who I am, the very essence of my eternal existence. For if I am not myself who am I? I hope I never know the answer to that question. But there were times, just like in everyone's life. Times when I lost myself, when I couldn't find my heart and my existence became nothing more than a black pool of hate and despair. I have killed. I have killed many, less then all other of our kind, but still I have killed. This yearning in our body, it is all consuming.

It takes over your mind, your heart, your soul and just grips specifically onto the fragments of who you are is a challenge in itself, but to resist the temptation of blood, its like slowing lighting yourself on fire and having to sit perfectly still as the flames ravage your skin. It literally is a form of torture. There are times I think in all our lives, or at least in mine when I began to wonder, began to question what this blood that my body so profusely seeks could taste like.

If resisting it was such torture, could drinking it not be no short of pure bliss. Why am I, damned to an eternal existence forced to stay away from that which I need to live. Why for all the humans' selfish wants and desires do I have to abstain for them? Why am I sacrificing myself, my existence, for the likes of the human race. It was then, during that time that I remember it.

It was a dark night, the moon just a sliver in the sky, the shadows taking over the streets, swallowing the towns and all people in them in their dark wake. It was late spring, the night surprisingly warm, a breeze blowing through the grass of the cities center square. I don't remember much of my surroundings, of where I was, what was happening, it's all a blur.

All I can remember is the warmth, the warm pulse of blood under skin moving like a flowing river just outside my reach. Sam was nowhere to be found, I had given her the slip. Not an easy thing to do considering her speed, but I had done it and here I was. I had no idea what to do, no idea what the hell I was doing, but never the less, before I could change my wavering mind my senses took control and for the first time in my life I let them. It was like I was watching the event from outside my body, that wasn't me, that monster couldn't be me.

But even as I denied it I knew it was true. As I watched me back my victim into a corner, the dark silence broken only by his heavy breathing and stumbling feet. He wouldn't get far; no one could get far when they were being pursued by a Vampire. Run I wanted to yell to him, RUN! But I knew it was no use, there was no where he could run, no where he could go. He was as good as dead to me. I turned away, I couldn't watch, couldn't bear to see what I had let myself do. The last thing I remember before I closed my eyes was the pure fear. It was so strong I could taste it, a mixture of fear, panic, hopelessness and then finally desperation. I could see it in the eyes. Those deep brown shining eyes that filled with fearful tears.

I remember being able to see right down into his soul as I slinked closer, my cool stone hands clasping a pair of shaking shoulders and then blood. I shock myself from my revive, this was no time to get distracted, and I had a job to do. I looked into the bears eyes. There it was again, fear. But this was instinctive; no where near as strong as a human. This I could live with. It seemed whoever eyes grazed my being were always filled with fear.

I laughed, rah, here comes the big bad Vampire. I smiled; it had always been my way to fight with my prey. Or as Sam put it "Play with my food." I don't really know why I did it I guess I didn't want that desperation, that fear, that helplessness, it made it so much harder. If I approached them as I often watched Sam does, quick and without warning, ending it without so much as a blink. I know Sam was doing it to be kind and perhaps her way was kinder but then again in many respects Sam had always been a lot stronger than me. I just couldn't attack like that, I couldn't push past the barrier of fear, of helplessness, I just couldn't do it. So I made them angry.

I got them worked up, I played with them, toyed with them, got the animals to fight back. It was so much easier if they were angry; everything was so much easier in anger. Maybe that's why I got pissed off so easily, because it was easy. I could attack them if they attacked me. I could protect myself as they protected themselves. I could kill them when they were angry. And afterwards I felt just a little bit better know I had given them a chance to fight, a chance to defend themselves until their last living breath. They went down fighting, like warriors; they could die in peace knowing they had been given a chance to do all they could to protect what was most dear to them. And that was the most I could give them.

I approached the bear, shifting into a hunting crouch. My movements low and feline, more animal than man. It reared, standing up onto its two hind legs, towering over me, but there was no fear. I don't think I had ever felt fear it was not something that one often came across when you were once of the deadliest predators alive. The bear was twice my height, its great form looming over me, covering my face in shadow. I took one last look at the sky before I began my assault. I ran forward, to fast for the bear to see, by the time I had hit it square in the stomach, it wouldn't have even had time to blink. To the bear I had simply disappeared. Smash. The bear flew backwards, its great weight being easily propelled by the force of my kick and into a big fir tree. It stood stunned for a moment, its senses catching up with my actions. It seemed like an eternity to me, I had little patience and this bear was wearing it thin.

I decided it needed a little help. So with agonizingly slow movements, hopefully slow enough for the bear to follow I began to walk towards it. It threat of attack inevitable did the trick. It struck at me, its great paw, claws and all, smoothed in blood from the wound in its side where a great branch had lodged itself. I left the blow hit me, felt its feeble pressure, it was almost like the wind to me, no more than a nuisance. In other circumstances even pleasant.

I didn't move an inch. I didn't even attempt a block. I guess I might as well have fun while I can. I flew into the air, launching a hard solid punch square at the bears back. It fell to the ground. Maybe I shouldn't take it down to much; it took way to long to get back up. It swung at me again, launching all it had in my direction; I once again let the blow hit me. There was no point in blocking or ducking, this bear moved so slow it was almost like watching a leaf float on the breeze as yet another paw came toward me. Time was running out for this bear, lets give it one more chance to throw all it has my way. I ran forwards a blur racing the wind; I circled the bear, once twice.

Striking out with my nails at regular intervals, my fingers of granite strong than any bear claws. The bear was covered in bleeding messy scratches, it was obviously in pain, and I met its eyes though ever part of me was screaming to look away, to run. I owed it this much at least, to face it with dignity and pride, to end his life as I would want mine to be ended. It was to be the final blow. I am sure the bear, however primitive understood that. I had pushed it to the very edge; this next blow would be all it had, for life or death. I was happy, content, knowing that it was putting everything it had into saving a life that really had been over since the moment I caught it's sent.

I stared into its eyes for a second longer, than it charged and I ran, meeting it head on. Letting its head crash into my chest, feeling no wind fly from my lungs, feeling no pain, just as always feeling nothing. I let out a sight as my hands grazed its neck, griping it with force, I would end it now, this one had put up a good fight, and it did no good to wait any longer. My lips grazed the fur; I took one last breath and then was swallowed in a sea of red.

That was the last one then, I thought to myself as I wiped my lips of yet another young antelope. Three small antelopes and a brown bear had more than filled my stomach. I needed to be full; it did no good to half feed, to abstain again from animals as we did from humans. I need all the strength I could get to travel the path I have chosen. I could not risk being hungry, it was a risk I wasn't prepared to take, the risk of losing a life. Because tomorrow we would be crossing the border into Washington and traveling within towns, in close proximity with many humans.

It had been a while since I had traveled close to so much blood; so much life and I needed to be at my strongest. I could not make mistakes, any more mistakes. We were scouring the country looking for Sam's brother Jasper. We had been all over the planet, from north to south, east to west, from city to country, forest and town. I had seen many amazing sites and witnessed many amazing events, I was content with going wherever Sam wished, wherever she took me, I wasn't fussy. All I wanted to do was see the world, see beauty and wonder, enjoy life, enjoy being with Sam, enjoy the chances I had been given. One might think spending their whole life chasing someone else's dream might be unsatisfying, but to me I could think of no other way to spend this life.

I would help Sam all I could, I cherished the day that she found her sibling, the day when they would once again be together. Because after all it was Sam who had brought me into this world, this life, my every breath was because of her. Speak of the devil here she comes now. Even me, a Vampire, with my unparalleled senses and acute feelings, I could hardly sense her, she flew so fast, she was like a ghost, a whisper, as faint and invisible to me as the wind. But I knew she was coming, you couldn't take a Vampire by surprise, it was foolish to try, haha, and then I suppose I was a fool because I had lost count of the number of times I had tried it on Sam.

I rounded the last bend and suddenly there she was, materializing out of the gloom of the forest, her feet hanging down from her perch high above me in a tree. I smiled brightly up at her, she sneered back. Haha, she really was always touchy after hunting. She needed to loosen up, live a little. But then again that wasn't in Sam's nature. I looked at her closely, if I hadn't known better I wouldn't have even been able to guess she had just wrestled with an animal. Not a hair on her silky blond head was out of place. I am sure the contrast between us was quite striking.

Because I knew, from experience more than feeling that I was covered head to toe in blood. I was dripping with it, caked in it. It was just another side effect of playing with your food, this one I had no problem with. It was Sam who had the problem. She on the other hand was spotless. Not a red spot anywhere to be seen, her pure white dress unscathed. Her eyes were softer, less striking than the rich topaz I knew mine would be. She only hunted the bare minimum and her eyes stayed dull and soft, reflecting that. Her long blond hair was almost the same colour has her eyes. The moonstone necklace she wore hung daintily around her neck. Besides that she was plain and simple and it suited her. Me, I could never look that good in white, well it wouldn't be white for long. Haha, I really did love winding her up. "You fool, have you put those animals through enough torture already? You usually watch them die slowly," She sneered down at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes, still beaming. She always got like this, grouchy and over defensive. It was as much a side effect of hunting as my constant need for new clothes. That reminds me, I glanced down, yup, and sure enough my clothing was in shreds.

Not that I minded but if we were going into town I would need something more presentable. Details, Details, they were always so bothersome. It was then that she got down from the tree, jumping lightly and landing with the precision of a feline. I knew that look. We have always been close to polar opposites. Her running between the lines me dancing far behind, flying over the borders. Speaking of borders, she had just crossed my favourite one. Ok, ok, so I didn't have a favorite, I just like crossing them all, especially when it meant, retaliation.

My motto was, "if they hit me, it's an invite to hit them back, twice as hard." I was still laughing, shakes rolling through me. Right now, though I had just been thrown nothing short of 20 meters, punched in the stomach and slammed into a tree, which was swaying very unsteadily and looked in danger of falling, I was still laughing. My chortles came in between my grunts as I detangled myself from the now doomed tree. Really, Sam should be more environmentally friendly. I laughed louder. Ah, how much fun it was to wind her up. I really enjoyed pissing her off, watching as she finally cracked and let loose, it was really a hilarious sight. I ran at her full speed which in all reality was probably pretty slow to Sam. When she ran the whole world dissolved.

While I raced the wind and lost, Sam raced against the likes of the very light and sound and more than often she won. As if to prove my point she easily dodged my swing. Haha, I wasn't what you would call one of the fastest or most skilled fighters. My advantage, I thought as Sam dodged punch after punch, was Strength. With that thought I swung my leg hard and unexpected toward her torso, blocking off her escape as I turned. She was trapped. Yes! Of course she managed to jump out of the way; her reflexes were like non I had ever seen. But I had taken that into account as well.

I and Sam knew each others fighting styles as well as our own, it was almost like we could read each others minds. And though I saw what she was going to do, she also could predict what I would do in retaliation. As if to prove my point she did a hand spring off my arm which had come swinging out of no where to counter her jump. She finished on her feet, spinning to a stop and facing me. All the anger gone from her face.

I sighed as Sam relaxed her stance; her rare angry outbursts never lasted long. And I had really been itching for a good fight. Oh well, it was pretty much pointless fighting Sam anyhow, we were too even, knew each other two well, it was more of a stand still fight than anything else. Neither of us moving forward, neither moving back, in the end, no matter how long we fought, we never got anywhere. I smiled once again, washing the dejection from my face and mind; it did no good to waste time wishing for things that were past. Might as well put all my energy into running forwards. Sam smiled back. A silent acknowledgment passing between us, more than often we didn't need words.

"So" I said, she finished my sentence, "Lets go."

And with that I began my flight, weaving in between trees, neither ghost nor human, dancing in shadows and flying with the wind, my feet never quite touching the ground, never trying, never slowing. The sun sank far behind me and Sam raced far in front of me, I could hardly see her even with my eyes. She was off in her own world, racing light and sound. Me, I was content with running with the wind.