Greetings all, this is my first post. I love writing, so thought I'd try my hand at some Vampire fiction and see what you all think. I will be updating this story every few weeks, so keep checking back. I love knowing what people think about my writing, so please comment and tell me what you liked/disliked about it.
I know that at times this may sound like the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer, but that is often unavoidable with this topic.
So please, read and enjoy!

Raff.

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A dark storm cloud rolled over the sun, giving Raphael some much needed relief. His silver, anti-flash sunglasses didn't block out as much of the suns light as he wanted them to, but they were the best he could afford.
Raphael had smelt the rain coming during the last period of the day at school, but it hadn't shown up until just then. A few small drops splattered his face, and an ivory smile crept from under his ruby lips.
After a moment's pause to let the shadow inside him stir, Raphael continued home.

A teenage girl leaned against a brick fence, facing the house enclosed within and her back to the road. A flower held in her hand was slowly having its petals taken off, one by one.
There was a sharp crack from behind her, and she whirled around and left the flower and its recently liberated petals to fall to the ground. She saw no one, so took a few anxious steps towards the edge of the curb, craning her neck left and right to see if she could catch any glimpse of what, or who, had made the sound. With a sigh, she turned around again and screamed as Raphael lunged towards her jugular, savouring the salty taste of her skin.

The girl opened her eyes slowly, and was greeted with nothing but whiteness. She raised her hand to her face and found she was covered by a white linen sheet. Carefully, she peeled it off herself, revealing her half nude body underneath. She tried to sit up but pain lanced through her body.
Flashbacks of before came spiralling through the fog that shrouded her memory, and her hand shot to her throat to feel two small bumps. They still stung a little at her touch. She smiled wearily and moved her head to the side.
Sleeping next to her was her boyfriend, Raphael. The sharp pain in her body fell back in to a dull throb, so she garnered the strength to roll over and face him.
He looked so angelic when he was sleeping. His tanned skin, framed by hair the colour, and feel, of liquid silver, and muscled chest rising softly with his breathing. He snorted in his sleep, and the girl giggled before she could stop herself. Raphael's eyes shot open and he smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth and a deep red tongue. He stroked his lovers face, a smile of content on both their lips.
Raphael kissed her cheek and whispered to her "Don't you have homework to do?"
"Don't you?" She retorted.
Raphael rolled over and picked a book up off the floor, shaking the girl's bra off it before bringing it to his face. He read the front cover. "'Shanae Pines, 12 F physics.' Good subject?"
Shanae shrugged. "It's alright. You'd like it. Lots of thinking."
Raphael nodded slowly, and flipped through the book.
He loved her hand writing. It was soft, elegant and sleek, belying the strength and force of her vocabulary and the unique way she had of wording things.
Unlike his own. It was short, sharp, rough and to the point. Funny how different they are. Funny how you could tell so much from just a school book.

Night fell quickly, Raphael and Shanae slept away the few short hours from afternoon to evening. As soon as the street lights came on, Raphael rose and prepared a dinner for Shanae and himself.
Raphael's house wasn't exactly large, but because of the bare minimum that he owned it seemed overly spacious. All he owned was the large double bed, a couch and TV and four chairs and a table. The small fridge, oven and microwave were all on loan from friends and relatives, and plastic cutlery along with some basic op shop china was what he used to eat off.
With a sigh at his meagre possessions, Raphael set to work on making two peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

The two sat on Raphael's bed, munching silently on their sandwiches. The food tasted bland to Raphael, but it was Shanae's favourite so he ate it anyway.
Once they had finished, Shanae rested her head in Raphael's lap, closing her eyes as he played with her hair. She loved nights like this. Nights when she wasn't working and he didn't have to go out and hunt.
Shanae glanced at her watch and exhaled wearily. "It's getting late, I'd better go."
Raphael looked out the window and nodded solemnly. "Want me to walk you home?"
"Yes please."
Raphael bent down and kissed her. She giggled and spat comically. "Yucky, blood breathe!"
He laughed and kissed her again. Reluctantly they both left the bed.

Raphael opened the cast iron door of his house, one of the many necessary modifications he made to it when his parents willed him the house.
Stuck right in the Melbourne CBD, the house was well guarded by anonymity, along with a few inches of reinforced steel, iron, some basic charms and wards along with your basic DNA locks.
Raphael liked his privacy, hence the minimum he could spend on furniture.

Melbourne was a good place for a walk. Trouble is, when you need to make sure someone gets ten blocks home safely it can be a bit stressful.
Raphael pushed away all the memories he would have needed for tonight and focused on what was around him, only half listening to Shanae. He was taping it all anyway so could listen over it later in case he missed something important. But he couldn't help but notice how quiet she was tonight. Something flickered in the shadows, foolishly ignored by Raphael as he was drawn to thoughts of what could be troubling his girlfriend. They continued walking on in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.