Give me One Shot, Give me One Hope, Give Me One Chance.

She began walking down the streets of Helsinki, flakes of snow began falling down upon her face. Cold Helsinki air blew against her face. Night fall became apparent as the street lamps began to glow their dim lit glow.

She pulled her hood above her head and lit a fag. Her thoughts raced through her head as she inhaled the deadly poison. She leaned against the wall and watched passer-bys' move along with their daily lives and maybe wave at another passer-by. She laughed at the naïve people around her. The naïve thoughts they shed as they think that we don't exist, they laugh in our faces as we say what we are. But they scream for mercy as we bite into their neck and drink them dry, and only a select few will live. And maybe some will get our pleasure.

She tossed her fag on the ground and stomped it out and became a passer-by. She was aware of every ones thoughts around her and she laughed as some thought she was insane for wearing such an "Obscene" outfit. Jeans a tank and a thin skater jacket, and it was below freezing in the area. And others she wished she could rip their throat out and kill them, or damn them to a life of hell in eternity.

She walked into a small tavern and saw it was a bit empty, not too much nor to empty. Perfect.

She walked up to the bartender and ordered a vodka and coke. She spun around on the bar stool and looked around for her next victim, death rank, or a companion.

She saw three people in a group, all male, all young, or in a mid blossom. She could sense they're heated conversation, either they were arguing, in a drunken stupor, or they were being idiots.

There was another table a group of girls, some in so short of a skirt it could make a hooker's skin crawl. She looked back to the very back. There were two, lone and together. Both neither drunk nor completely sober, but both seemed to be completely aware around, and looking.

For what? She thought.

She looked up from her drink and caught the eyes of both looking at her. Both seemed almost thirty, perfect.

She looked back down to her drink and smiled, she saw a pair of feet below her gaze. She looked up and saw that it was one of the lonesome pair.

"What are you doing drinking alone?" he asked. His accent was thick, English was any one could tell, not his first language.

"Looking for a lonesome night of alcohol pleasure." She replied with a sly smile. She looked up into his green eyes, they were the color of an emerald, so green it could knock any one off of their feet.

He took a seat next to her, and gently swung his feat.

"So may I get a name?" he asked her his voice was low and seductive.

"Aria(A-ry-A), and may I get yours?" she asked equally seductive.

"Ville, you're name is very beautiful."

"As is yours."

She looked up at him and saw his eyes, shining and sparkling. She forced herself to try and read his thoughts, he winced and rubbed his head, and she regained a calm face.

"Are you okay love?" she asked him.

"Just fine, got a little headache coming forward."

How come she couldn't break into his thoughts, it could only mean one out of three things. Either he was a Fallen, Broken, or a hunter. Or maybe she wasn't meant to…

Fallen, he was reborn again from a past life, as a vampire, lycanthrope, or an Angel. They knew nothing of their past unless they go in search of the memories they've suppressed since child hood.

Broken, a vampire that has a soul mate taken from them, or killed and brought back at the expense of their soul mate. They have all powers of a vampire, but do not show until they find some one new or get a taste of a mortals blood.

Angel, we all know what that is, the left hand of God, the thing you see when Jesus comes to retrieve you from your six foot under bed.

Hunter, every one knows what that is. Vampire hunter, Broken hunter, Fallen hunter, and an Angel hunter. Anything under the sun you could think of, that is unbelievable to the mortal eye or ear, they hunted and were put in psychiatric institutions for being "Insane," when they were completely sane.

But he was too dark to be an Angel, but the first four, could be a possibility.

She smiled at the thought, could she do it?

Turn a broken or a Fallen or a hunter, but to drink a vampires blood out of hunger would kill her, maybe out of lust...

She looked to the boy and smiled. Could she reach him? He seemed perfect for a meal,
perfect for a Death Rank, and oh so utterly perfect for a companion.

"Come on a walk with me?" he asked.

"Only if you are nice gentleman."

They paid for their drinks and left the tavern, she pulled her hood back up and watched him slip his sunglasses on and walked closely to each other. Feeling each other's warmth. He was shivering, but she didn't think either of them were warm, nor were they cold. She thought for a moment and thought, they're so cold they're warm… but she can't feel heat… not since she's a vampire…

She looked over at him and smiled as they walked along the Helsinki shoreline.

She could feel her skin begin to glow, she wished they both hadn't chose the shore. She covered herself up a little bit more, but she saw a hand fly past her hand to stop it. She looked up to see Ville smiling.

"Don't stop your glow, it's you, it's me, it's us." I looked at his hand, and knew what he meant. His hand glowed just as bright as hers, maybe even brighter.

"You're."

"A vampire, in search of another of his kind?"

"Yes." Was all he said.

She smiled and took his hand in hers and they both walked farther down the beach as they
sang their strange duet.

"Should've known how hard it is to stop tearing each other apart separating souls entwined in all these Labyrinthine lies, I am dead to you a shadow doomed my love forever in the dark all of all untrue the truest is you too close to my heart this emptiness I've made my home embracing memories of dreams long gone one last caress from the corpse of love is all I want underneath the cyanide sun. we’re sailed the seas of grief or a raft built with out tears looking for a way to disappear for a moment in our deepest fears. I will be drowning you in the river of gloom forever in my heart."

They both turned to each other, and smiled.

"This is our love underneath The Cyanide Sun."