I have never saw the movie "Only Lovers Left Alive", so this is just my OC meeting Adam. (Eve won't be mentioned or anything and all of that is no more in this. I'm making him kind of OC-ish as well...but you all will see! I hope you all like it. :D Criticism would be much appreciated, just try to be easy on me. :D

I don't own anything except for the idea, and also my OC Olive.

A thanks goes to my best friend Shela, for helping me decide on a name for the fic. Thanks girlie!

Sighing to herself was one Olive Winters. The guy at the bar had cut her off after three drinks and a verbal battle brought up about having her 'boyfriend' come and pick her up. She didn't need a man, she was a very happy, single, over dramatic, and over emotional woman. She was happy about how her life was playing out, screw anyone who thought differently.

"Lady, I think it's time for you to leave."

"N-No. I...I get one more."

"No. -Ma'am, don't make me call security."

"F-fine. I'll go and get more someplace else."

Olive hiccups as she gets off of the stool at the bar side. Even after she had apologized to the guy, he still wasn't budging. She groaned and in her drunken stupor made fun of the guy all the way up to the front door. She let herself out.

Outside of the bar was quiet, too quiet, but to Olive, it was perfect. Her alcohol level was too high for her to even know how to walk a straight line, much less notice hardly anyone was outside.

The street light over head was starting to flicker; a sign that the light was going to burn out before she made it to her car. The only form of light she would have would be from her cell phone, and it's not bright enough to see your hand in front of your face.

Olive yawned as she slowly approached her car. She stopped for a moment, sneezed, and then continued.

She made it under the shelter that was storing her car, before it began to rain. It had looked like it was going to rain all day, and even though the weatherman said it was suppose to, she hadn't believed it. Some say she hates weathermen almost as bad as she does politics.

Olive, who had just turned twenty-four last month on the seventeenth's life was about to change forever.

The closer she got to her car, the louder the rain hit. She could swear that someone was following her if she didn't believe she was just imagining it because she was a bit off. She had felt eyes on her since before she left the bar.

Taking her think, auburn, messy hair down from her ponytail and pulling it close to her neck, she sighed. Maybe if she acted okay, whatever or whoever was following her wouldn't try anything.

Finally, she took a breath, heard another loud footstep, and turned around. Nothing there. She sighed with relief, wiped sweat from her brow, and turned around.

What she was expecting was an empty car lot with only her car and a few of the cars that were always there, but what she saw when she turned around made her stumble back.

Before she could scream, a long, slender hand was pressed against her mouth.

A man with dark, curly black hair and deep blue eyes was standing before her. He looked like a rock star. Grinning at her he leaned in, and whispered in her ear.

"Hello love. My name is Adam, and you're mine now."