Okay, this idea has been in my head for weeks now and I've finally sat down and let it bleed out. I'm so nervous about the reception to this. I'm worried I didn't do it right or it's not realistic enough. Then again, I'm writing about Twilight so...

*internal screams*

Anyhoo, I don't own anything Twilight.

Enjoy!

BPOV

I was running. Not something I do often, but clumsiness wasn't a problem much anymore.

Fuck, I wish I was in better shape. Maybe I should get a gym membership if I get out of this?

"Bitch, slow down!" I snorted, then coughed, not looking back at the asshole that tried to hit me before my flight instinct kicked in. Self-preservation was never my strong suit, much like running, but after the shit I went through and the people I met it became a needed skill.

I can't believe this shit. You fucking hand someone all the documents needed for a brand new life and he wants to send a "message" to my boss? Everyone wants to be the Godfather.

The gun under my jacket was hitting my side as I ran and I really wish Charlie taught me how to shoot on the go. The shooting range didn't have a course for this one.

The crowds were thinning and I realized I was running right into a seedier part of town than the one I was already in. Chancing a look back, I saw the big mother fucker was still on me but far enough for me to slip into the upcoming alley without him barreling into me.

Putting the last burst of energy I had to use, I turned dark alley and immediately pulled my gun out and moved further into the shadows. Cocking it, I waited for him to reach me. And he would reach me; my breath was loud and coming out in fast pants. Oh God, please let me get out of this one okay and I'll get a gym membership.

He ran into the alley, slowing down once he saw how it was all shadows. I didn't dare move.

"I'm armed, and I will blow your damn head off if you come any closer." The bastard chuckled, not even sounding out of breath like I still was.

"Sweet thing like you? You couldn't shoot me if you tried!" He was laughing, full out laughing. Mother fucker. I moved forward, letting him see the glint of my pretty gun in the shadows. His laughter cut off.

"What were you saying, asshole?" He didn't respond. Our standoff didn't last long, though it felt like forever with the way I could see his hand twitching for his belt. A laugh sounded in the dark alley, behind me, and the big fucker in front of me froze before going wide-eyed. I didn't know if I should turn or not.

"She sure is a spitfire, isn't she?" A man spoke. There was a smooth quality to his deep voice, something unnatural and familiar. I was already tense and his voice made me freeze up even more. Jenks so owes me for this shit. He's paying for my gym membership.

"Do I know you?"

"No, but you can later. How about you leave me alone with him for a little while, sweetheart?"

Who the fuck was this guy?

I caught movement from my peripheral and took the chance of looking away from the fucker on the end of my gun. The guy moved more into the sparse light and I all I could do was stare for a second. His hair was dark and long and he had mutton chops. Who in their right mind would want mutton chops?

Horrible hair decision aside, he wore leather pants and a long leather duster. This guy obviously wasn't into fashion or, you know, the times, and when he put himself between me and the big fucker I finally got why.

Red eyes, outdated clothes, tall, unnatural voice. Vampire. Fuck my life.

I lowered my gun, knowing it was useless, and holstered it. Jenks always said it was a stupid thing to have in my profession, a gun holster, but I told him to shut the fuck up and I was still thankful for them. Hands free, especially for what I wanted to do.

"Move along, sweetheart, I got this." He watched me for a second, his eyes darkening quickly, and then turned to face his prey. I didn't feel bad for the guy about to be lunch, he tried to beat me.

I sidestepped, moving slowly but surely as I dug around in my jacket pocket and pulled out my trusty Zippo when I was close enough. The vampire was obviously not paying as much attention as he should. Bad boy.

With a well-practiced move, I flipped it open and rolled the flint wheel quickly while stretching to catch his hair and hopefully save my life. I could always shoot the fucker that tried to hit me if we both got out of this alive.

The flame spread quickly, catching half his hair and one side of his mutton chops before he managed to put the flame out with his leather coat. Well, I guess it was good for something. I was at the mouth of the alley by this time, waiting to see what could well have been my first vampire kill. I felt a little like Buffy right now and I wanted to revel in my kill. Of course, that was before the previously flaming one grabbed the guy still standing in front of him and audibly snapped his neck.

I flinched and grimaced, bile rising in my throat at the sound and sight of the man falling like a limp doll in the vampire's grasp. Despite my impending need to throw the fuck up and run, I watched curiously as he drained him and dropped him on the ground, facing me once more.

"What the fuck was that for?" Oh, he sounds angry.

"What the fuck do you expect me to do?"

"Who the fuck lights someone on fire as a defense? I told you to leave!"

"You're a goddamn vampire okay, how was I supposed to know you weren't going to kill me too? Besides, you're fine so what's the big deal?" Maybe he'll let me go? No, wishful thinking. I just burnt off one of his mutton chops and half his hair. He probably loved his hair.

"How do you know I'm a vampire? And you burnt my hair! Do you know how long this took to grow out?" Yeah, he definitely loved his hair. Fuck, I was going to be dessert.

"Previous contact, you know the usual. Wait, you guys grow hair?" He just stared at me for a while, his eyes burning a bright red. I looked him over again, paying closer attention to his face. He was handsome, minus those atrocious mutton chops. Or should I say chop? Great face structure, nice plump lips, a slightly curved nose that still fit him, and the prettiest eyes. Even if they were red from human blood.

Why the fuck wasn't I gone yet? Or dead? I shouldn't be here, contemplating how handsome he was or talking about if he fucking grew hair or not.

"Sweetheart, you're a special one aren't you?" I'm ignoring that one.

"So, what happens now?"

"Hm, that's a good question. I'm full now, and even if I wasn't I don't like drinking from women. You know about my kind, so I can't really leave you alone. And not to mention you tried to burn me!" His voice grew in volume with his last sentence and I fidgeted slightly, feeling awkward.

"Look, I've kept this secret for a while, I won't be telling anyone now. And I can fix your hair if you want, or you know, pay for a haircut?" Would regular shears even work? Would I need industrial grade shears? How the fuck do vampires get haircuts?

I was internally panicking, not knowing what to do here. I haven't come across vampires since I was 18, a whopping six years ago. This one was sending me mixed signals and even if he didn't drink from humans he still might kill me or take me and I was freaking out, it was beginning to show.

"Are you going to try to burn me again?" He moved forward and I refused to corner myself, though I knew I couldn't fight him off if I tried. I blew my chance at getting away.

"No, I won't try again." Unless you give me reason to, like trying to kill me.

"Great. I'm staying with you; I haven't decided what to do with you yet. And I think I'll be going to a barber shop, thank you anyway. While we're at it, we can get me some clothes." I was completely dumfounded. What kind of shit did I get myself into?

And what does he mean he doesn't know what to do with me?

"Wait, what? What are my options here?"

He didn't respond and busied himself with getting rid of the body in a dumpster farther in the shadows. Eventually he was done and I followed him out of the alleyway into the seedy city. He reached out and pulled me to his side, not letting go of my arm as we walked. I sighed, but again was ignored.

We walked for a good while, him shooting down my questions with looks until I finally had it and refused to move, finally calling his attention completely.

"What, woman?"

"You can't just stay with me! I have a job and a life and you're a vampire who can kill me and this so isn't" I just cut off, finally feeling the anxiety I've been putting off. I just saw a man get drained by an undead creature and now I have the same one following me everywhere?

He sighed and I sensed some sympathy, or was it pity, in his gaze.

"Calm down, I won't be killing you anytime soon. Remember, no women? And I'm sorry but you won't be getting rid of me anytime soon." Why was he being nice? Can vampires be special?

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Isabella Swan. Bella." My voice was shaky and I mentally slapped myself.

"Well, I'm Garrett Adams." The asshole bowed and everything. Fucking vampires.

Okay, so yeah?

I don't remember where I saw Garrett having the last name Adams, but it was a fic and they get all the rights to that.

So, we're looking at a 24 year old Bella working for Jenks who runs into a vampire while running away from a client who is pissed. I don't know how I got here, but I can deal with this so far.

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