This is a story about vampire, as cliche as that may be. It's rated M for mature because of various things, one of them being sex, which you guys will have to wait until later chapters for. ::grinning:: Let's see, I really don't like to talk much... in my stories anyways. Although I love feedback. Really I do. Anyways, Jacques' name is pronounced mroe like Jack than anything else. Conact me if you have any questions about names. I tend to get really... creative with names sometimes. And I'll stop talking so you can read! Enjoy!

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“Daphne, what are you doing? That one’s empty.” Jacques smiled at the young female vampire from a nearby stone fence. She had dusty brown hair, and vivid indigo eyes, which glanced up at him a moment before she dropped the corpse she’d been drinking from. She stood straight, her pride obviously letting her ignore the body now at her feet “You’re positively vulgar when you drink. No wonder Charlotte refuses to come with you.”

“Jack, Charlotte is the vulgar one.” Daphne snapped back at him as she wiped her lips with a red handkerchief she’d been carrying in her purse “She takes the most plebeian saps she can find. I pity her, for eventually she’ll run out.” Daphne closed her eyes, speaking as if she were royalty from some European country “I would never set foot in one of those hovels they call bars.”

“Daph, you’ll run out before Charlotte if you keep picking off country-clubbers and ‘refined’ wealthy people.” Jack waved his hand in obvious imitation of her posh manner.

“If you say so, Jack.” Daphne looked around, and then back at him, amusement in her eyes “And don’t call me ‘Daph’. Where do you suppose Nadine has gotten to?” Jack laughed.

“You just noticed? She’s probably run off with the rest of them to have a little fun. I’m still here only because of the pairs rule.” Daphne sniffed disdainfully.

“Well. Thank God for that, then.” She waved her hand at him “You can run off as well, if you’d like. I can look after myself sufficiently enough.”

“Daph, the pairs rule has no exceptions. Unless you have some friends who’re showing up to take you off my hands…”

“Fine. I don’t think you’ll get past the doorman wearing that, however.” Daphne pointed to his clothing, a pair of slightly baggy, scuffed up jeans, a pair of beat up sneakers, and an oversized pale green t-shirt, a stark contrast to her frilly red dress and black lace jacket. Daphne looked him over, turning up her nose and looking away.

“I’m afraid, princess, that you’ll have to take me with you anyway. I don’t have a magical closet hidden in my pocket, so I can’t exactly change into something fancier.”

“Jack, please leave.” She eyed him with obvious impatience.

“If I leave, we’ll both get in trouble.” Jacques crossed his arms, staring at her.

“I will be perfectly fine, Jack. I am meeting Zach in a few minutes.” She puffed out her lips and looked up over her little rectangular sunglasses at him “It’s okay to go, really. Please?” He rolled his eyes, and jumped down off the wall. He started walking away lazily for a moment, before he turned back to her.

“Fine, Daph, I’ll go. I’ll pretend I left you with someone. But!” He pointed at her, voice raised slightly, in warning “If I find out you lied to me, you’re in trouble. I don’t care if you’re my sister.”

“Thank you, Jack. Bye-bye!” She twinkled her fingers at him with a little smile, and strode around a corner. Once Jack was sure she was gone, he began whistling to himself, turning around and ambling away.

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How was that? I know this chapter is short, but it's the introduction of a main character. I tried to make Jacques more casual and easy to relate to than his sister. (And yes, she's really his sister.) I know this might come up later in the story, but most of the vampires that are Jacques' age, he grew up with. Like as a normal kid. But you get introduced to some of them in the next chapter. ::wink:: And a very important character.