Alice Smith is an FBI agent, searching for an important person. She also has a special ability, her Father used to say it was a curse. She is a Demon. No, she is Darkness itself. A man mysteriously comes to her, telling her he was her new partner. Unfortunately, he is an intolerable annoyance to her. This reminds her of her past. Somehow, there was love in the Beast and she fell in love. Can they hunt for the enemies?
"Deagon!" I whined, uncontrollably laughing. He laughed tickling me even more. I pushed him up, flipping on top of him. I gently kissed him on the lips, sliding off of him. "That was..." I cut him off sitting on his lap. "Very fun" I finished, getting off of him and slipping his sweatshirt on. I have always felt safe with him, and him the same. We love each other. That is when I turned into a Beast. Someone kicked open the door, driving me to the chair. I groaned, touching my temple. No blood, as always. I opened my eyes, to find the room wrecked. I looked around, finding signs of struggle. No...It can't be...."Deagon?" I whispered, dragging myself up. I could not save him.
I wake up, startled. I sigh and throw the covers off, getting up. It has been 140 years since I have seen him. My name is Alice Smith and I am a hybrid. A vampire and wolf, adding to my "special ability". I am an FBI agent. The main reason is to kill and ask questions. Mostly, I try to find Deagon. He was my best friend and lover. I miss him, much dreadfully. I must know if he is alive, or dead. I can handle anything. Someone knocks on my door. I quickly put on black leather pants and a black sweatshirt, running down the stairs. I opened the door, finding a man. "Hello, May I help you?" I ask gently, examining him stealthily. He has blonde hair and intense blue eyes that a human can't handle. I am not human. "Are you...Alice Smitch?" He askes, pronouncing my name wrong. I laugh and open the door, letting him in. "Smith. Alice Smith." I fix, walking to the kitchen. "I'm James Stark" he greets, his hand out. "I do not... like hand-things" I smile, apologizingly. He nods, stuffing his hands into his pocket. I make coffee quickly, putting his cup on the table. Just as I walk to put my cup on the table, he stops me. " I'm here because I wanted to meet you." he says, gently. "Why must you meet me?" I ask, confused "I'm... your new partner." he says sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "What the Hell, Chris?!" I yell, slamming my cup on the table. This... This is going to be a long day.