In the Dead of Night *emmett*

[tabula]

All was still. Most were alseep. But what about Damion, who never slept, never wanted to. In Port Angeles, Damion had only spotted one car in the last hour. It was infact about midnight. Damion was scoping out his next victim. On the roof of a business, Damion waited. Patience was the only virtue he was blessed with.

[Emmett Cullen]

Emmett had smelt the vampire, and curious to who it was followed that scent. The winter wind had a crisp, clean smell about it, which usually implied the coming of a snow storm of some sort.

When Emmett reached the spot, he noticed the smell went higher, to the roof of a building. He didn't feel like usuing the door, so he grabbed the side of the brick building and pulled himself up, landing gently on the roof. He noticed the person in front of him. "Hey dude. Whats up?"

[tabula]

Damion squinted as he heard a voice behind him. It was too crystal to be human. This one seemed much more pleasant than the last vampire he met in the area. "Nothing really. I figure, the only humans up at this hour are hyped up on caffeine, so I decided to wait until they come out of hiding," Damion expained, simply. "What about yourself?"

[Emmett Cullen]

Emmett walked forward, and looked at the vampire next to him. His eyes shown red in the moonlight, causing Emmett to jump back. "Are you, um..hunting?" He asked, unsure of how to handle this situation. Damn curiosity.

[tabula]

Damion laughed a bit at the other vampire's distraught behaviour. "Yes," he answered, simply. "You must be like the other one I met down in Seattle. you're a vegetarian, right?"

[Emmett Cullen]

"Uh, yeah. I am." He smiled fakly. "Listen, I don't know if hunting here is the best idea." he said, trying to make conversation.

[tabula]

Damion raised an eye brow at the buff vege-head. "Hmm? And why is that?" Damion was dealing with a negotiator this time instead of a that othe idiot. "Anyways, I wouldn't be hunting right now if your buddy didn't ruin my meal."

[Emmett Cullen]

"My bud--You met Edward." He sighed. "Listen, the vampires in this area are all vegitarian. and most of them won't be as nice as me." He smiled a friendly, real smile.

[tabula]

Damion rolled his eyes. "I'm also following a girl. I've stalked her since she lived in France. She lives in Forks now," Damion grinned, thinking of his precious Pixie. Damion licked his lips, catching the scent of human blood.

[Emmett Cullen]

"I'm not asking you this. You cannot kill a single thing in forks, is that clear?" He was prepared to fight if he had to, and was actually hoping this guy took him as a threat.

[tabula]

Damion chuckled a bit. "Peasant," he laughed, jokingly. "Why are you so protective of this area. Ever heard the phrase free country? If you want, I'll only go after criminals, eh? How does that sound?" Damion gave a smile.

[Emmett Cullen]

"No." He snapped. "There is a pack of warewolves in LaPush, and the only reason my family is permitted to live here is because we have a treaty with them. The vampires in this area are not allowed to kill humans near or around forks. If we do, it won't end well." He said, trying to avoid snapping again.

[tabula]

Damion laughed, "Okay, what if I take them to Canada before eating? I'm just trying to live, peasant." Damion placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do you know any humans around who have an obsession with sugar products?"

[Emmett Cullen]

"No." Emmett said, annoyed that he wasn't getting through. "Leave the people in Forks alone, or my coven will be forced to act." He said. He walked to the edge of the building. "We'll be watching you." He said, stepping up on the edge. "Nice to have met you. Demon boy." He said, before stepping off the edge and plumiting to the ground.

[tabula]

Damion laughed, shouting over to him, "Hey, you know, you are the first person to give me a nickname back!" Damion was pleased with the day's events. "I guess, I'll have to find a new manner in which to feast."