A/N: Please R&R. Thanks.

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I sat on a rooftop in the downtown square, peering over the dimly lit windows and few passing vehicles that managed to pass me by. But no one took note of my presence, and this was relieving, to be honest. This night had been so straining and stressful, and now I merely craved peace and time to observe the oblivious mortal world from a distance, leaning back against the slanted red shingles.

And yet the night was lovely, with the most refreshing air, so crisp, so mist-like. The moon was full, hanging over the town like a tiger looming over it's prey, the stars so romantic and visible, like silver strands of spider web. I let out a reluctant sigh, allowing the recollection of my thoughts to wheel in my mind just one last time.

I was still in awe over the manner in which I had conveyed myself earlier, astonished inside that I had actually gathered up the nerve to haul back and strike Amos, an event that I'd not even dreamt of. I was rather disappointed, really, something that I'd never admit to. This wasn't like me, to act so impulsively... was it? I dearly hoped not! If this had been the case I could never forgive myself.

But it wasn't just the violent act that was eating at me. It was also the kiss. My senses had overwhelmed me, and that insufferable pang or mortality had lingered inside of me, causing regret for what I'd done, and sympathy for Amos after my irrational actions. And so, ashamed by the human essence controlling me, I had kissed him, displaying my pure immortality. Yes, I did love him, more than one might love a parent, a father. He was not just my father inside, but also my creator, and we had that bond to share as well, that direct connection. In some subtle way, perhaps he was my lover, though not in the same light as Roswell, who held my eternal loyalty, desire, and passion. No, my love for Amos was tender, innocent, and at the same instant, not so innocent at all...

A lone figure approaching in my direction on the opposite side of a distant street diverted my attention from my thoughts. Yes, I had sensed the mortal coming long before now, but the closer that the human came, the more my lust for blood advanced. I had not yet fed this night, and I was overwhelmed. The scent of this creature had me nearly swooning, as did the sound of the blood pumping from the heart through the main arteries, through the veins. My eyes locked onto the deserted patch of street that I knew this mortal would land on, an empty cobblestone just waiting for one foolish being to cross that line that held me between temptation and uncontrollable desire, that would mark this individual's death.

It was a girl, this human, perhaps sixteen years of age. Her hair was dyed black, and her eyes hazel, though not nearly as intense as my own. She was incredibly skinny, beautiful, and sent off a vibe of pure agony. Yes, she was suffering. Of course, I had dealt death with many of my victims that had been in emotional pain as well, and the fact that this girl was depressed was not the fact that held me back from her. Surprisingly enough, it was the notion that she would dare to walk the streets at night alone, no weapon for defense or thought of possible dilemmas. She was not even paying attention to the world around her, enthralled in her thoughts and wandering about in silence, the sound of her breath her only company.

'What is she doing?' I wondered, staring at her in utter silence, my eyes following her as though they had life of their own, creeping up behind an unprepared victim. 'Why would a young mortal girl walk the streets alone at night, defenseless in every possible way?'

She intrigued me, I must say, and I slowly rose to my feet, as if claimed by a daze, a dream. A gentle breeze picked up, and I stood in silence as the waves of my hair were pulled off my pale face and neck, the girl's long black dress picking up a little as she walked onward, not realizing that my cold eyes were locked onto her. Each step she took seemed to sink her further into everlasting depression, and I could not help but wonder what had inspired this dark essence about her.

I entered her mind, and she flinched from down below, though I was not certain if this was due to my action, or some other reason. So fragile and delicate was she, like every other mortal phasing this very earth, with her delicate thoughts and frail body. Her blood was pulsing so steadily through her veins, the rhythm so entrancing. It appeared that my life's very debt was to take her, to drain her weary soul. How simple, yet complex.

But in the chambers of her mind, I detected agony, cravings for sweet death. She was not exhilarated to live any longer, and over and over again, the words repeated in her subconscious mind, chanting, 'Let me die. Dear Lord, let me die.'

And yet she was so strong, perfect for my companion. Yes, I wanted her to be mine. My thoughts traveled back to the days of the distant past, where Amos had cradled me in his palms, held me in his arms as a mortal child. But this was no longer appeasing to me, and I knew that what I needed was my own companion, my own beloved ally. And yes, this girl, this Jade, as her mind yielded unto me, was perfect.

I smirked as her thoughts continued on, 'I want to die. Let me die. I need to die'. Oh, so she wanted death, did she? Craved the life flowing inside her to be released? I could so easily sway her, change her mind. This would prove as a simple task. I was certain that should the life start to drain from her body, that her sudden instinct with cry out in desperation, 'I want to live! Oh, don't let me die!'.

What an amusing situation. Yes, if she wanted to die so terribly, I would aid her whim. How terribly, dreadfully comical.

I followed this girl, this one called Jade, though she was oblivious to my presence. She hadn't the immortal strength to sense me, and I made no sound as I crept about, not five feet from her every footstep. Such a foolish mortal. And yet, she would make an excellent vampire. My vampire...