Part One: Can’t Live Without You

Parker’s dark blue eyes had been scanning through the carnival crowd that reeked of popcorn and corndogs, their smell tasting like sweet and sticky cotton candy. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the masses seeking that one person. He was a predator by nature and he sought the type of person who wouldn’t be missed for a couple of minutes if they decided to walk off into a dark alley with a stranger and came back a little dizzy, a little drunk, and a little peaked. He wasn’t picky like other vampires were and he thanked the saints that he wasn’t as high matienence as some of the vampires in those half truths that were supposed vampire stories.

They were all poor substitutes for the real thing. He supposed that vampires were like other legends. Their legacy told with so many details fading away, and away until they have become some mainstream phenomenon that movie industries and book giants capitalized on. Whatever helped people make a living, Parker thought, was fine. Afterall, it was pure irony that vampires were the ones who spent the living, letting their meters roll all the way down ‘til their little souls dangled in their bodies by a thread. Some were hungry for power, and some were just trying to survive just like everyone else.

"Big crowd," A voice lulled like a wind breeze tickling through the night air. Parker tilted his head to his new hunting partner. Matthew was close to six foot tall with sandy blonde hair and intricate aquamarine eyes. Somehow Parker thought that the word bewitching fit him the best.

"Good to get lost in," Parker smirked his dark blue eyes meeting Matthew’s head on as he looked back to the crowd, and that’s when it all fell together like domino’s falling in an empty room. Blood was pumping through his veins and it felt like it had crystallized turning into a burning ice as he suddenly felt lost.

"Parker?" Matt questioned looking at the rugged vampire and seeing him space out. It made Matt stop dead in his tracks as he tried to follow his gaze. The only person that Parker could possibly be looking at was a girl. She looked like sixteen, but smelled like seventeen with long burgundy colored hair and full lips the same color.

Parker shook his head and blinked, his sapphire eyes trying to piece together the haunting picture before him, but as he was trying to clear his mind it only became even hazier. It was her. It had to be her, only…

"Parker? What the hell is your problem man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Matt joked giving a small shove to Parker’s shoulder. It didn’t even move him, but the effect was still there. Matt was waiting to see blue fire streaming out of Parker’s eyes at the threat, but instead he only saw confusion, and that frightened him even more.

"What’s the matter Park’?," Matt repeated trying to lighten the situation, "She looks like a good meal in fact, I’ll take the girl she’s with," Matt smiled nodding towards the tall blonde girl that was with her.

"She’s dead," Parker stated in a tone dipped in pain and scraped through sorrow, and the scary thing about it all was that it was all so very real.