This is a prototype. I don't know if I'm going to continue this at all. Maybe if I get few good reviews then I might make another chapter. For all of you who had read my Only One Shot and/or Dark Blessings then this is the vampire fic I told you I was thinking of posting. Now that it's posted, read it and tell me what you think. I am also clueless on the story name so it would help me out a bunch if you gave me some ideas or a few titles of your own. THANX!

If you cannot bear the silence and the darkness, then do not go there; if you dislike black nights and yawning chasms, never make them your profession. If you fear the sound of water hurrying through crevices toward unknown and mysterious destinations, do not consider it. Seek out the sunshine. It is a simple prescription. Avoid the darkness. It is a simple prescription, but you will not follow it. You will turn immediately to the darkness. You will be drawn to it by the chords of fear and longing. You will imagine that you are tired of the sunlight; the waters that unnerve you will tug in the ancient recesses of your mind; the midnight will seem restful—you will end by going down.

—Loren Eiseley

from The Night Country

Prologue

She pulled the jacket closer towards her as the wind blew, cursing the weather and herself. I just had to stay and help didn't I? She thought angrily. "This night couldn't get any worse." She muttered and immediately lightning thundered. Glaring at the sky, she began quickening her pace and decided to take a quick shortcut. She soon regretted her decision.

The shortcut she decided to take was in the creepiest part of town. There were apartments with people asleep in them complete with a park-like cemetery, and at the end of the street was a large Dracula-feeling mansion. It had tattered window curtains and was obviously worn down and abandoned. She shuddered at the sight of it.

The corner it sat at was distanced from other buildings and the area around it was burnt. It looked old fashioned and she couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't destroyed it yet. The aura it exhibited was one that made you terrified of it, yet wanted to see what was so interesting about it that kept it on that street corner.

A shadow caught her eye, snapping her gaze from the mansion that loomed far ahead of her to the figure walking under the dim lights. She squinted a while, trying to make it out in vain. Finally when the figure got close enough to make out it disappeared. She blinked a bit, trying to figure out if she was seeing things. Shaking her head she continued on.

Her fears began to spike up as she neared the mansion. She had a feeling something was behind her but when she turned it was gone. Breathing a bit harder in confusion and fright she began walking a bit faster. That was when the rain started pouring down, soaking her, and the street lights went out. She felt cold, scared, and not alone.

His POV

I had seen her while walking out to feast on an unsuspecting human. At first she looked inquisitive and interested while I walked towards her with pure curiosity. Not many people walked down these streets once it hit 8 o'clock, in fact none did. I wanted to meet her but as I got closer and closer I decided to see how she tasted first and vanished to her eyes.

I was amused as she looked, blinking in confusion, at the place I once stood at. As if the gods granted me a taste of the beautiful human before me the street lights went out for more cover, though I knew it had to be impossible since the street lights were ready to go out anyway. I watched in fascination as the rain fell on her and decided I was tired of waiting.

End POV

She ran towards the mansion, deciding that as creepy as it was it had shelter from the rain until it stopped. Besides, the apartments were bolted and locked shut. She sat in the doorway of the mansion wondering if she should go in or not and decided, after hearing some whispering, not. She stood on the patio near the broken door and tried to keep warm.

She froze as two arms wrapped around her wet body. A warm breath tingled near her ear and she didn't know whether she was terrified or not by it. "What's your name?" she heard, from what she surmised as a 'him' after the arms pulled her close to his chest, whisper. "V-Videl…" Videl stuttered, still unsure of giving out her name. "That's a beautiful name, Videl."

Videl's eye twitched in annoyance. "Are you trying to—" He shushed her, the breath in her ear sending a shiver down her spine. "Relax." he whispered and Videl suddenly found she was incredibly drowsy. "I'm not going to hurt you." Videl barely heard him as she grew tired. As her eyes began to close she heard him say, "I just want to taste."

He sat in a worn out chair on the patio and placed her on his lap comfortably, pulling his black overcoat over her cold form. After rubbing her arms to pull up her body temperature he stared at her for a bit before trailing a finger softly from the side of her neck to the beginning of her shirt. She shivered.

Slowly, he tilted her head towards him and back a bit, exposing her neck. He lowered his head and opened his mouth, his fangs gleaming despite the dark rainy weather. Carefully but surely he sunk his fangs into her neck. He heard her give a slight gasp and felt like he was in heaven as he sipped on her blood.

It was nothing he had ever tasted before. It was sweet, nothing he had ever tasted when he was alive or reborn could ever compare. It was as if he had stolen the sweet nectar from the Garden of Eden. He stopped himself before he could get carried away and drain her, licking the two holes on the side of her neck which healed immediately.

Seeing traces of her blood still on her neck he began to move his tongue over them, reminiscing at the exquisite taste of it. When finished he wrapped her in his overcoat and looked at her in amusement when she snuggled up closer to him for warmth. He touched her forehead, saw where she lived, and carried her bridal style to her apartment.

It didn't take him long to get there and though he didn't have a key his powers allowed him to open the door effortlessly. He closed the door quietly with a mere glance and walked towards her bedroom. He pulled back the covers and placed her gently on the bed. He meant to take back his overcoat but she clung to it like a lifeline.

Shaking his head he pulled the blankets over her only for her to look at him with a sleepy eye. "I never got your name…" she murmured. "Gohan." He whispered in her ear. "Mmm…Gohan…" she muttered, rolling over and exposing her neck. Gohan stared at it longingly for a while before shaking his head forcibly and disappearing as if he was never there.

And there you go, a nice little prologue of what is to come. For those of you who like to skip over the beginning author note stuff cough-me-cough, here is a recap of what I said earlier:

Like I said this IS a prototype and may or may not continue depending on reviews. Then again I could just continue for the heck of it…anyway I still need help on a title as I am clueless and my head is just a big blank on the story side. The school side is overflowing the story side. Okay now i'm stopping because this is getting weird…ahem, just go review. Even the littlest response will make me happy.