Peeking around the corner, a petite orange haired woman scrambled from behind the building, her victim who was walking obliviously a few feet in front of her. Smiling as she revealed her fangs to whoever happened to be around, she suddenly started towards her, quickly wrapping her arms around the young woman's waist as she sunk her fangs into her neck and felt… nothing. The typical euphoric feeling she and most of her kind got when they fed off someone came but that was it. Aside from the wonderful feeling of being full, she felt no spark. Sighing softly, she drank some more before lowering the now unconscious girl to the ground, sticking around until she finally started to stir. Once she was awake and safely home, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her worn-out jeans and reluctantly headed back to her apartment, disappointed that she hadn't found the one.

It was nearly dusk by the time she arrived back at her apartment. On her way home she had gotten side tracked, stalking a few more people and almost biting them before she gave up for the night. Grabbing her key from her pocket, she swept her long hair out of her face as she struggled to see the lock, sighing in annoyance once she was finally able to open it. Blinking as she entered the apartment, blue eyes glanced around the quiet two-bedroom and bathroom flat, not picking up any noise as she headed down the hall and into the kitchen.

"I thought you said you had already fed enough this week. Why were you gone so long if you didn't have to do much feeding?" someone asked, the voice making her jump as she whirled around, staring at the short black haired male with slightly wide eyes. "Did I scare you?"

"Yes, you scared me!" she hissed. "Damn it Clark can't you warn me next time you sneak up on me?!"

"Helen, just answer my question."

"I was looking for someone."

"Oh god you weren't trying to look for your soul mate again, were you? And I mean soul mate figuratively since we don't have souls."

"No… okay yes!" Helen whined. "I'm convinced that I'll find them. All I have to do is bite the right person and once I do that I'll feel… well I don't know what I'll feel but it's probably like those sparks humans talk about when they kiss each other."

"You're deranged."

Sticking her tongue out at her roommate, she whirled around and stormed to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. She hated it when Clark constantly told her what to do? Helen believed that there such a thing as love at first bite. It was almost like love at first site where you feel some sort of spark when you lock eyes with someone but instead of sight there was biting. She believed that one day she'd find the right person, while Clark said it was a fool's errand. It had been years since she had started looking for her 'soul mate' and she had yet to find them.

Maybe Clark was right. It was slightly foolish of her to believe in something her sire had told her nearly ten years ago before she passed on but her sire would never lie to her. Plus that was how her sire met her life mate. If she had never bit her that night she would've never found her. According to her sire's life mate she felt this strange feeling when her sire bit her. It felt like she was being pulled towards her by something. There was also a spark she felt and if they said it was true, Helen knew she could over look what Clark kept telling her.

They didn't have the same sire though. Clark's sire had been a very cynical man so maybe that was why his attitude was so bitter. Shrugging it off, the young vampire closed her eyes and slept for most of the morning, only getting up to have some coffee and take a shower. Most vampires lived like humans. The only thing that separated the two of them was the fact that vampires needed blood to survive. Besides that, they walked in the sun, ate human food, and basically blended in with most of society. Hollywood liked to paint them out as creepers who couldn't go out into the sun and preyed upon young virginal women but this was just a huge myth. In fact no vampire was like that and many of Helen's kind despised Hollywood for coming up with such stupid rumors.

She didn't get out of bed again until the afternoon when she finally woke up, typing up a short story for a magazine she worked for before sending it to her editor. Once done with her story she bothered Clark who also worked from the home and then as she realized it was starting to get close to nine o'clock she fled to her room. It didn't take her long to throw on a pair of old jeans, converse high tops (who said vampires couldn't be fashionable and keep up with the times), and a simple long sleeved shirt before heading out. A few blocks away was a bar she often frequented. She went there a few times a week to meet women, seduce them, and then hopefully get them alone so she could bite them. She always was very careful to at least erase the memory of the people she bit so they didn't remember what happened. The only person whose mind she wouldn't erase was her soul mate's.

"Hey Hel," the bartender said as Helen walked in, the vampire smiling faintly at her. Sitting at the bar, she ordered a drink, just glancing around as she let out a sigh. No one was really around and the few people that were in here didn't jump out at her- not that it would matter. She wouldn't know for sure until she sunk her fangs into the supple flesh of their neck. Squirming in her seat, she glanced at the door every few seconds and she continued this for an hour, just about to give up until someone suddenly walked in. Blinking, she turned towards the door and stared for a moment before looking away. It was just some old biker and a male to boot. He didn't interest her.

"See ya," she said to the bartender a half an hour later, getting up and heading towards the door and just as she was about to walk out of the bar she walked into someone. Stumbling backwards a few steps, Helen huffed and glared at the person who had walked into her but just as she was about to get angry over the whole situation the woman looked at her and glared back which made her stop in her tracks. Blue eyes met what she thought was gold colored eyes and when their eyes met her breath hitched. However, just as the moment started it was over.

"Watch where you're going, moron." the woman hissed before she walked off towards the bar, carrying her motorcycle helmet under one of her arms as her combat boots clunked loudly against the floor.

Helen found herself unable to leave despite the fact that the woman clearly disliked her. She was a pretty thing, probably an inch or two taller than herself. Her thin figure was clad in tight jeans and a black wife beater that clung to all the right places along with black hair that was cut in a pixie style cut which left her neck bare. She had a very lovely neck. It was pale and very graceful looking. Oh it would be wonderful if she could just sink her fangs into that. Even if she didn't feel her spark it would still be worth it. Glancing once more at the unnamed woman at the bar, she walked out the door, hiding in an alley way she often lingered in when she was waiting to stalk one of her victims.

It was at least an hour before the woman walked out of the bar and Helen had nearly fallen asleep. Jerking up when she suddenly sensed her, she waited until she passed the alley way in order to get to her bike which was parked across the street and once she passed it she jumped out. Sinking her fangs into her neck, she had barely fed off her when the woman suddenly pushed her away, shoving her against the brick wall as she slammed her hands on either side of her head while snarling.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" she hissed, baring her fangs at Helen who just stared at her wide eyed. Oh dear. She had fangs which meant this woman wasn't a mortal as she originally thought she was. Starring at the woman all she could do was stare at her because she suddenly realized that when she bit her she had felt /something/. Granted she hadn't had enough time to be able to understand what that feeling was but if she was correct then this woman standing before her was her soul mate. She was sure of this and because Helen thought this she had no problem with suddenly leaning forward and capturing the woman's lips in a rather rough kiss. At first the woman was about to pull away but at the last second she kissed her back almost brutally, fangs digging into her bottom lip and Helen couldn't help but moan when she tasted her own blood.

"I'm Helen," she gasped out as the woman pulled away to get some air and when those yellow eyes narrowed she thought for a moment that she might try to hurt her.

"Jasmine," she muttered in a gruff tone before kissing her and this time the kiss wasn't as brutal but that didn't mean the brutality still wasn't present.

"W-What are you? I know you're not human," she muttered, whining softly as Jasmine's lips left hers and started planting rough bites down her neck. Aware that they were doing this against a building in public she tried to muffle her cry of surprise and pleasure when Jasmine started sucking on the side of her neck, this sending shivers down her spine.

"Werewolf and from the biting a few minutes ago I assume that makes you a vampire?"

"Yeah," Helen whispered, unable to believe that her soul mate was a werewolf. She had been thinking it would be a mortal this whole time. Possibly a vampire since vampires sometimes did feed of one another (though it was usually consensual feeding) but she had never considered a werewolf. Werewolves and vampires rarely got along. Relationships between them weren't forbidden but frowned upon because you often got looks and comments for being in such a relationship. Whimpering when she kissed her again, she arched upwards, running her hands down her body when Jasmine suddenly pulled away, leaving Helen shaking in confusion and slight anger.

"Next time, make sure you know your prey better before you bite them," Jasmine whispered in her ear, letting her breath wash over it for a second before pulling away. It was only a few minutes later when the sound of a motorcycle reached her ears and all Helen could do was stare and attempt to catch her breath, unable to really comprehend what the hell had just happened.

~*~

Helen didn't say anything to Clark when she got in that night. She went straight to her room, shutting the door behind her as she laid down on her bed. Jasmine had just left her and she had no idea where she went. She couldn't believe that she had finally found her only to lose her just a few minutes later. It pissed her off and she couldn't believe that she had just run off like that! How dare she do that before she even had a chance to tell her that they were meant to be? Huffing in annoyance, she curled up onto her side, reliving every moment with Jasmine until she fell asleep.

It wasn't until late the next morning when she finally got out of bed, telling Clark the wonderful news. All he did was roll his eyes and tell her to be careful if she planned to pursue some sort of relationship with the werewolf. It could lead to trouble but she didn't care about this. All that mattered to her was being able to be with Jasmine for the rest of their lives. However, their were some problems. She had no idea what her last name was, where she worked, or if she was even a resident in this city. She could've just been visiting. It was almost hopeless and she couldn't track her because she hadn't drunk enough of her blood. How the hell was she going to make this work?

"You can just ask the bartender," Clark said that morning and that night she did just that, rushing over to the bar and asking the bartender about Jasmine. Apparently she came in at odd times and got a drink or two before leaving. The bartender didn't know where she lived but she did know she worked at this mechanic's shop downtown. Nearly squealing she thanked her and the next morning she woke up early, showered, and then got dressed. Today she was going to surprise Jasmine. She wasn't sure how that would go but she had to try and she wasn't going to give up until she made Jasmine see the metaphorical light.

"Don't get hurt," Clark warned on her way out as he watched her with a frown. He didn't agree with what she was doing and he was convinced that she was going to get herself hurt. He did want to tell her it was a bad idea but considering Helen never listened to anyone he doubted his words would do much. All he would be doing is wasting his breath on her.

"You worry too much, Clark."

"I have to. You don't worry at all so I'm stuck worrying for the both of us."

Sticking her tongue out at him when he said this, she left the house and began the twenty minute walk downtown, feeling nervous as she started to close in on the body shop. She had been confident before but the closer she got the more nervous she became. No, she had to do this! Both of their love lives were at stake here! If she didn't then she would miss out on what could possibly be a great love. Shuffling closer, she hesitated a few more times and at one point she even started to walk away but at the last second she turned back, swallowing nervously as she finally walked into the place.

It looked like the typical auto shop, the vampire quickly looking around for Jasmine but she didn't see her. Caught up in her own thoughts she didn't see someone walk up to her and when they tapped her shoulder she nearly let of a shriek of surprise. "Y-Yes?"

"Can I help you with something, Miss?" the man asked.

"Uh, yes. I'm looking for someone named Jasmine. Does she work here?"

"Yeah, she's in the back. Hold on a minute- Jasmine!" he shouted, rolling his eyes when she barked something back. "You have a visitor! Some pretty lady."

"What the fuck are you talking about Carlos…" she shouted, her voice trailing off when she spotted Helen. "Give us a minute, Carlos," Jasmine muttered, roughly grabbing Helen's arm as she yanked her into the back room. Once the door was shut, she shoved her against the wall, glaring at her as Helen attempted to calm herself down. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you," Helen said simply.

"Why? Are you fucking crazy?"

"Well we are soul mates."

"Yeah, you're fucking crazy," Jasmine grumbled, running a hand through her hair as she sighed. "Just go okay? I have no idea what your problem is but just leave me alone okay" she asked only to be cut off by Helen's lips on hers. Stiffening Jasmine hated the fact that she seemed to melt almost instantly into the kiss and it scared her. Shoving her away, she snarled at her as her gold eyes narrowed in obvious anger. "Get the fuck out of here and just leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you!"

"… but we're-"

"Don't give me that soul mate bull crap! I don't know you and you don't know me. We are not fucking soul mates."

"Yes we are! I felt it when I bit you last night!"

"… what?"

"It's a vampire thing," Helen admitted. "It's called love at first bite."

"Oh my fucking god you really are crazy."

"No I'm not! I know what I felt and from your reaction you felt it too."

"Listen you stupid vampire just get out of my life. If I wanted to be with anyone it wouldn't be a fucking vampire."

"I know there is the whole species problem but we can overcome that."

"We have nothing to overcome you psycho!"

"Jasmine, please listen to me-"

"Get out!"

Sniffling, Helen ran out of the shop, trying to hold her tears as she ran away from the body shop. That hadn't gone well. She had expected Jasmine to be somewhat resistant but she never thought she would've been that cruel. Wiping her eyes on her sleeve, she headed to the park instead of home because the last thing she wanted was to see Clark. He wouldn't out right tell her that he had told her so but the look in his eyes would be enough to convey what he wanted to say.

Helen spent a few hours in the park, just wandering around before she finally decided to drag her ass home. After realizing she needed to feed, she took one of the packets of blood in the fridge and just drank that, not really feeling like going out and stalking her prey. Usually she enjoyed it but tonight she was too depressed to really focus on anything but what Jasmine had said to her. She stayed in a funk for at least three days, only leaving her room to eat and shower. Eventually though, comma needed Clark decided he'd had enough of watching her sulk around and cornered her one day, refusing to let her pass until she told him what was wrong.

"Clark, just leave me alone."

"Tell me what's wrong," he demanded, sighing when she just looked away. "It's that stupid girl isn't it?"

"She basically told me I was crazy for believing we were soul mates and told me to leave her alone."

"Listen you know I hate the idea of this soul mate thing but you really believe this and love her right?"

"Of course I do."

"Then fight for her or whatever. Nag the woman until she agrees to at least give you a chance."

"… but what if she doesn't?"

"Then you'll have to accept that, Helen but for now just go see if she'll give you a chance."

The simple pep talk from her roommate oddly gave her enough hope again. Once she was dressed, she went back to the body shop and she continued to do this for the next week. Every day she would go and see Jasmine who would either turn her away or just refuse to come out but no matter how many times she got rejected she kept on coming back. Helen wasn't going to take no for an answer. She knew they were meant to be and if she had to kidnap Jasmine and drill it into her head then so be it! She was willing to go to drastic measures for the one she loved. However, Jasmine was just as stubborn as she was and Helen hoped she was more stubborn, comma needed because if she was then she could win in the end and get her girl.

Week after week passed and Jasmine didn't seem to give in. She kept on insisting that she was just crazy and after awhile…. Helen just gave up. She couldn't do it anymore. Getting rejected time after time kind of took its toll on her after awhile but that didn't mean she forgot about her. Jasmine was still constantly in her thoughts even if she refused to be with her.

About two months after she had first encountered Jasmine, Helen found herself over at the bar. She stayed there late, leaving just after two and on her way home she was pulled into an alley way, pinned against the wall, and then kissed violently. Gasping in surprise, she almost instantly knew who was kissing her, arching up against Jasmine as she wrapped her arms around her neck and attempted to pull her even closer.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" Jasmine growled into her ear, her tone sending shivers down Helen's spine.

"W-What do you mean?" she whispered.

"I can't stop thinking about you. You're constantly in my fucking head and it's driving me crazy," she hissed, kissing her again so she could silence anything she might say. This time the kiss was much gentler but there was some roughness to it. Helen figured it was because Jasmine was angry at her but she didn't care about that. She was here and that was all that mattered.

"So does this mean you believe me?" Helen panted softly once she pulled away, grinning faintly when Jasmine growled in annoyance.

"Just shut up about that, okay?" she grumbled. "Do you live nearby?"

"Yeah just a few blocks away but my roommate-"

"Here," she suddenly said, handing her, her motorcycle helmet as she motioned for her to climb on the back of her bike. "We'll go to my place."

The ride to her place was a short one and the second they were inside they started kissing again. It wasn't long before clothes were flying off and Helen was screaming Jasmine's name in ecstasy as Jasmine bit down on Helen's shoulder to muffle her cries of pleasure. Once they were spent, they collapsed next to each other on the bed, Helen dozed off for a little while when she was suddenly woken up by Jasmine leaving the bed. Eventually falling back to sleep, she was unsure of where she woke up the next morning but once she noticed Jasmine it all came back to her and all she could do was giggle softly.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just happy we're together."

"Listen Helen you have to stop saying shit like that."

".. but I thought-"

Putting her hand in the air in order to show her she wanted to be quiet, she sighed and turned towards her, taking a few moments to gather her thoughts before she started talking. "I don't believe in soul mates but there is something that draws me to you. I've tried to ignore it but I can't so I'm willing to try and see where this goes. However, you have to stop jumping the gun."

"I don't care! I'll do anything you want me to!" Helen suddenly squealed, wrapping her arms around Jasmine as she hugged her tightly.
"You really mean that?"

"Yes… why? Is there something you want me to do for you?"

"Well…"

"What is it?"

"I don't want you to feed off anyone else while we're together. Werewolves are very possessive and I don't think I can take you feeding off someone else," Jasmine said seriously while Helen just grinned and nodded, showing that she meant what she said and that was no surprise since she did love her after all.