Chapter One

It was one of the fullest moons Jacqueline Campbell had ever seen. The black sky sharpened the crisp edges of the white disk and she could even make out the tiny craters spotted across it. She felt as if her senses were sharpened that night. She could smell the pine trees, fresh snow, and a faint scent of the chicken potpie she had eaten for dinner perfectly. She could watch her dog Daisy through the black night.

Jack had gotten Daisy when she was only six, it was sixteen years later and she could sense the end of the dog's life. She could barely make it down the wooden stairs anymore and wading through the snow to relieve her bladder was becoming a difficulty. Jack watched from inside the house as her dog nearly stumbled because of her old age, she worried if she would have to put Daisy down. She worried if she would lose one of her last friends.

When Jack put Daisy outside of the house, it was almost as if Jack was tying her like a worm to a fishing rod, she might as well have been bait. Of course Jack didn't realize her mistake as she watched the dog with the help of the white moon; she was too busy marveling at the beautiful contrast between Daisy's black, red, and white coat against the white snow and green trees.

Jack's head quickly snapped to the left after seeing a rustle in the trees. It was only slightly noticeable, perhaps only the wind shaking a branch but Jack quickly realized there wasn't any wind. She saw the shadow of a man on the white snow and her eyes widened with fright. Nobody came around to her house; there wasn't anyone to come. She lived in the middle of nowhere in the Appalachian Mountains, she hadn't any neighbors and it was too late for anyone from town to come around.

She watched a man dressed in black rocket across her lawn, faster than any man she had seen before. He tackled Daisy's oblivious form for the dog couldn't hear or see fast enough to predict the attack. Jack saw the man's hands as he clawed at Daisy; they were sharp claws. There was a loud slurping sound while the man crouched over the dog's dead form; he was eating her.

Jack couldn't scream because she felt as if her throat had closed along with all of her other muscles. She managed to slowly walk, as if in a trance, into the kitchen. Her bare feet padded across the linoleum and resembled the sound of her heart pounding against her chest. Her sweaty hands picked up the end of the rifle she kept in behind her fridge. She raised it and loaded it with the silver bullets she kept in the drawer with the batteries. That man was going to come into her house. It was going to eat her like it had eaten her dog.

Jack gasped and let out the breath she wasn't aware of holding. Jack wasn't going to become a badass adventure movie heroine, her plan was simple; hide. She held the rifle so she was prepared to shoot the bastard when he came through her door but she also began to back up, ready to hide.

This wasn't supposed to happen to her. This couldn't happen. Why did he eat the dog? Was he going to eat her too?

A breeze of cold air suddenly hit Jack as her front door opened. Her waist hit the tile counter. She saw the man walk through her door. He was tall, lanky, and had greasy blonde hair. His skin was a chalky white.

"I suggest you step back, sir." Jack threatened holding the rifle steady in her arms.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said with a lazy arrogant grin. His whole demeanor was nonchalant, why shouldn't it have been? There was no chance that he was going to die tonight. This was his dinnertime and he was essentially popping into the neighbor's house asking for a cup of sugar. Of course the sugar was really the woman's blood and maybe a quickie. She was a looker, for a hick anyway, and why not have a little fun first? She was going to die anyway.

"I'm sure you won't, I would just feel a lot better if you would leave now." Instead of listening to Jack, the man stepped closer to him with a sly grin revealing his glimmering white teeth.

"Why would you ever want me to leave?" He was only inches away from the tip of her gun acting as if it weren't a weapon. Acting as if Jack were holding something silly, like a lollipop or nerf gun.

"Cause you smell awful and I just cleaned up the house!" Jack babbled and watched as the intruder smiled lazily at her. "And frankly, you just ate my dog and that scares the hell out of me. So leave."

"Or what?" She could still see the blood from Daisy on his lips.

Jack didn't answer. Her brain switched to on, and she pulled her pointer finger with all her might. The sound of the shot rung through the air and Jack watched as the man staggered backwards.

There was a red wound in his chest and he looked up at Jack and laughed. She watched as the red blood rapidly disappeared leaving a torn shirt and chalky skin. She pulled again and watched as his bullet wound healed before he could feel the pain.

He couldn't be killed.

"Now that you know the truth." The man snatched the rifle and tossed it on the floor. "We can get this over with." He placed his pale hands on her curvy hips and pulled himself closer over her. His hands quickly tore at her shirt as she screamed, throwing punches at him. Her knuckles began to sting as she hit his rock hard flesh, he didn't even flinch when she punched. She tried to knee him in his crotch but he quickly stopped her leg.

He opened her button down shirt to reveal a skin-colored bra. "Couldn't you have worn something more sexy for me?" He teased and removed the undergarment. He yanked at her pajama pants and quickly pulled them down to reveal her dark purple lacy underwear. After removing all of her clothes while she screamed, kicked, and punched. He quickly snapped down his zipper.

He slammed her against the fridge. Her skin on her back became torn when she rubbed up against the magnets and the grocery lists they held. She kept hitting her head against the fridge as she screamed louder and louder in pain. Her fight only seemed to make it more enjoyable for him.

The front door slammed and Jack quickly looked over to watch a new man walk through the door. He had incredible speed and had pulled the vampire off of her before he could fight back.

Jack hit the ground with a thud, wet and sore in places she'd rather not be sore in. She gasped as the new man slammed the vampire into the fridge. If his strength wasn't intimidating, his angry features, height, and messy black hair were. To make him even scarier, he pulled a sharpened wooden stake out of his jeans pockets.

"Oi! It's the dog again. I've been wondering what you've been up to?" The vampire taunted. "Come to save the maiden from the big bad Frances?"

The man didn't respond to Jack's attacker, France's, mocking. He tightened his grip on the stack and plunged it into France's chest.

Frances slunk down the fridge, bleeding from the heart, and laughing. "See you in hell mutt!" His eyes went white.

Jack stared at her white fridge, now covered in red blood. She sobbed silently with tears flowing down her light cheeks. She grabbed her shirt and quickly wrapped herself in it.

"Are you alright?" The man asked staring at Jack with curiosity.

"Oh I'm perfectly alright. Just fucking dandy." Jack sniffled and shakily picked herself off of the ground. "But, I don't have anymore dogs you can eat, so leave. Now." She picked up her gun from off the ground.

"I take it you're a bit shaken up." The man reached for a dishrag from off the counter and began to wipe at the blood on the fridge.

"Will a gun kill you?" Jack asked holding the rifle and prepared to fire.

"Why would you kill me, I just saved your life?" He questioned but seemed more interested with the circular movement of his dishrag.

"Because you're probably just as dangerous as that Frances guy."

He didn't appear as if he were going to respond. His tanned face showed concentration.

Jack didn't wait any longer before she let her bloody finger snap back the trigger. The man moved out of the way of the bullet before it could make contact with his head. Once the initial shock of Jack's quick decision was over, he walked over to the hole in the wall and picked out the bullet.

"Silver? You're more dangerous than I thought." He said impressed.

Jack took another shot but again he easily moved out of the way and in front of her. He grabbed the gun from her arms and snapped it over her knee as if it were a twig. "No more gun for you."

He then returned to cleaning the fridge, wiping the blood out of the handle and re-soaking the rag so the sink became covered in dulled down red.

Jack calmly walked over to the drawer underneath her cupboard and carefully held the butchers knife in her hand.

"Please just leave." Jack pleaded brandishing the knife. "Please."

The man looked at Jack sympathetically, imagining the pain she was already going through by being introduced into the supernatural world. "Let me clean this up and then I'll go."

Jack nodded and watched him move onto the floor to clean the blood. Her body wouldn't stop shaking, she felt so cold. So abused. So revealed. Everything seemed different now.

The man dropped the bloody rag in the sink and effortlessly slung France's dead body over his shoulder.

"Where are you taking it?" Jack asked cautiously still holding her weapon.

"I'll burn it in the woods." He answered with nonchalance and glared at the body with disgust. "Are you going to be okay?" He added.

Jack frowned. "I'm fine." She answered harshly. She didn't want his sympathy.

The man opened the door again, releasing a cold breeze that racked Jack's feeble body with another round of shivers. "Don't go out at night, you have new neighbors." He warned.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Jack rushed over to her coat hook and pulled on her heaviest coat. She held onto the knife still as she slipped on her warmest boots. Feeling a bit warmed up now; she opened the door and rushed outside.

She didn't find Daisy's body; she found daisy's bones and a large splotch of blood. Jack ran over to her shed, fumbling with the rusty lock, and then finally wrenching the heavy door open. She walked into the dusty and cobwebbed shack and searched in the dark for the shovel. Finding it, she returned to Daisy's remains.

She was angry. She thrust the shovel into the snow as hard as she could. Attacking the Earth for everything. She felt almost superhuman herself as she effortlessly chucked the snow and dirt out of her way using her anger as fuel. She dug a large hole and with her bare hands, picked up Daisy's bones. She then shoveled the red snow into the hole and covered it with plain white snow.

She stared at the snowy mound where her best friend laid and fell down on her bare knees. She sobbed loudly. Tears wet her hands and made them feel even colder. The new warmth from her anger and energy was gone. She was only sad again.

There was a rustle in the bushes. Jack became silent, stifling her tears. She didn't wait for another warning before running back into the house feeling as if a monster was snipping at her heels. She locked the door behind her, held onto the knife, and ran back into her room. Dressing in the heaviest clothing as possible. She tucked herself into the bed with the knife on her bedside table.

She was terrified, and alone.

William watched as the young woman ran into her house, terrified. He felt bad for scaring her again, but she was going to catch a cold or hypothermia if she stayed out any longer crying.

There was something strange about that girl. She was going to have to be watched.

William glanced back at the moon, remembering the girl's sad face when she brandished the knife at him, and he howled.

A/N: I'll be trying to update this weekly-ish. Please review! I'd love to hear your complaints or advice!