Hello! Thanks for visiting my new fanfic!

I started writing this with the intention of it being a one-shot but now I'm torn about that. Should I continue it or not? It was just a scene that kept playing in my head and I had to get it written down before I forgot it.

Please leave me a review and let me know what you think!

And oh, just saying, I actually LOVE Twilight but Buffy was my favorite first and if I think about it, I can see Buffy really hating Meyer. Think about it. Vampires that sparkle? Really. Anyway, if you're a hard-core Twilight lover, don't let me offend you. It's only a story, after all.

I've rated this T for now. If I decide to continue it, I may change the rating to M for violence and possible romance. For now though, I think it's pretty tame.

I don't own Buffy or Twilight. Sadly.

I don't know why I continued to turn the pages.

There was never anything different; it didn't matter how far I got into the book. The teenage angst was there coupled with the obsessive love disorders. Family dysfunction and typical high school accidents littered each chapter. And the bad guy? He sparkled. Like glitter… or fairies… or fairies that bathed in glitter.

Not remotely dangerous.

With a sigh, I closed Twilight with a dog-eared page and tossed it onto the coffee table across from the couch. It slid too far on the smooth surface and landed with a dull thud on the floor. I left it there.

Heading to the door, I picked my leather jacket up off of the hook and shrugged it onto my shoulders.

Walking down the street, I considered calling up Willow and complaining about her choice in reading. "It will give you a few laughs, Buffy. Really! And it's got a cute storyline! You should read it!" Yeah. Right. Thanks Willow. It's not bad enough that vampires occupy every square inch of my brain? You've got to give me the image of them sparkling now? Great. Now when I see another one, I'll be thinking about dousing them in glitter before I end their pathetic existence.

I smiled at the thought. Maybe she was right… I guess it did give me a laugh.

That state of mind was ruined as soon as I stood in front of his door, knuckles poised to knock on the large oak door. Still, I can relate to Bella… Not the clumsiness or werewolf best friend, but I understood when it came to loving someone that could kill you.

The knocking was gentle but he was there in a moment.

And my breath was gone.

His pale skin was smooth and his jaw line was chiseled. Even in the dim light, I could see the definition in his large biceps and chest. Shirtless, the moon almost made him glow. Glow. Not sparkle. His bleached-blonde hair looked silver.

Blue eyes gazed down at me, soft but hungry. I moved my hand up to trace my fingers around to the back of his neck. I had to reach out and touch him, properly greet my personal death sentence.

Cool lips met mine briefly before he pulled me inside, closing the door behind me. "Good evening, pet." His voice sent shivers down my spine. Or was it his cool body pressed against my warm skin? He smiled to me, sweetly at first with just lips, then they parted and showed white teeth.

Now this was a vampire. A real vampire. None of that Edward nonsense.

And I loved him.

A/N: Please leave a review for me! I would really appreciate it! Should I continue with it or not?