Well, I have been wanting to post this for a while now. This story is inspired by the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer and the dreams I had while reading them. It is my favorite book series. Of course this story is not like the Twilight series, only inspired. Most of it is dreams I had during the reading of them. If you haven't read the books you should. I wrote this at my son's 1 am feeding and finished it at 2 am. I was really tired when I did finish it. The first chapter is in progress right now. I hope its at least a fair read for you guys.

Prologue

An alley is usually dark and mysterious, yet some humans can't help but be drawn to them. It may be the quietness that attracts them, or maybe its just by pure luck that they decide it is necessary to go through them. To them they are a place to do their biding, to attract their prey. Stalkers of the night, they depend on these dark alleys to hide their act of crime. Hoping no one will be there to witness this attack but the unlucky person and themselves.

The alley in question was one that very rarely had no customers or victims as they would call them among themselves. A young woman, in her early 20's walked down this alley alone wearing a short, close fit, black dress with spaghetti straps. Her thigh short dress left her long legs show in a way that would be appealing to men. Her dark brown hair was in waves reaching to her lower back and her hazel eyes were clouded by what would seem as hurt and betrayal to anyone who looked into them. They were red and swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time.

She was in high heels that were a black as her dress and polished to brightness. Her ruby red lips parted slightly as she continued to walk uncaring further into the unsafe passage. Only until she was deep in enough did she realize much to her dismay that she was not alone. She was being followed ever so carefully and quietly that she wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't turned around to look. A male, late 20's he seemed, very beautiful she noticed with short light brown hair combed back and mysterious dark eyes.

He was wearing a simple black dress shirt, no tie and a pair of black dress pants complimented by dark dress shoes polished no less. He had his hands in his pockets as he approached her calmly and slowly. She turned and looked into his eyes almost as if she couldn't resist. She was mesmerized by them and found that she couldn't look away even if she had wanted to. He stopped a few feet from her and he too was looking into her eyes as if looking away would break her of the spell that seemed to keep her from running away from this stranger.

They stood looking into each other's eyes for a few moments until he finally spoke in a voice that sounded melodious and beautiful to her.

"Hola," he said greeting her. "Como te encuentras esta noche?" It took her a moment to answer his question.

"No muy bien," she said to him almost as if she wasn't talking to a stranger.

He took a step closer to her taking his hands out of his pockets. "Que te molesta," he asked again sounding a little interested now.

She found herself feeling fear now as he approached her a little more now but she answered his question almost as if her mouth spoke without permission.

"Me a dejado mi novio," she responded.

"Como te sientes," he asked almost immediately this time eager to hear more.

She felt a chill go down her spine as he came closer, now only a step away from her. She was feeling very uneasy but she still could not look away enough to allow herself to run.

"Me quiero murir," she responded finally once again involuntarily.

He looked delighted at her response as he finally closed the gap between them taking her waist in his arm and bringing his lips to her ears. He lingered there breathing in her smell, enjoying the smell of her skin.

"I can help you with that," he responded licking his teeth which were now very sharp revealing his pearl white fangs.

Fear ruled her eyes as she opened them wide confused by what he had said. She was not familiar with the language he spoke but something told her she should fear his words.

"Que," she managed to ask.

He didn't answer but instead he let his lips traveled down the side of her face. He pushed her hair aside revealing her tan colored neck and licking his lips ever so lightly he sank his fangs into it. No scream was heard as he drained away her life, enjoying his meal. Only the sound of his quiet laughter pierced the silence as she finally slumped against him, lifeless. A perfect kill and a hunger filled by her blood.

Translations-Spanish

Hola-(Hello)

Como te encuentras esta noche?-(How are you this night)

No muy bien-(Not so good)

Que te molesta-(What is bothering you)

Me a dejado mi novio-(My boyfriend has left me)

Como te sientes?-(How do you feel)

Me quiero murir-(I want to die)

Que-(What)

Vow of Quiescence (c) AngelSoulmates.

Dedicated to my son and soul mate.

The people who love and support me the most.

I love you both.