This story is probably going to be the crappiest one yet, or it might be my best, who the hell knows. It might win a contest, or it might be deleted because it so crappy. Who knows? I can't predict beforehand.
Chapter one
James P. O. V.
We were hunting, on the pacific coast, near Seattle.
Then we made a quick decision to play with some vampires, we tracked them down, in about five minutes, and then we saw them.
There were eight of them, and I could smell this really good smell, like the best blood I'd ever smelled, but weren't all these people vampires? I guess not. All there attentions were on me, and they came over.
"Hi I'm Carlisle Cullen," one of them said. He stepped out of the crowd and held out a hand. I just stared at it.
"You guys have a human with you." I said, one of them got really mad and started muttering.
"Let's go he said and marched one of them out of there, there goes my snack. Damn.
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