Chapter One and Two

Okay so I said I will never write on this site again, and somehow I back on let me tell you why. Well first Off I really do love to write and i guess stress from school and my so called "friends" got to me. But then I would check up on the Danny Phantom arc. and i would be disappointed that so many great authors stopped writing. I also got really upset that my Best Friend Forever told MY whole business to everyone in the whole school. So every time I walk in the hallway i get laughed at...THANKS A TON! But I came to a important part in my young life where I really need to write out my problems and this site will help me so...I AM BACK! But, (uggh there's always a but) my writing will be inspired by romance only and maybe adventure mixed with it so, as my best friend would say Goodbye past, Hello future! That enough of my problems on with the story.

I can't believe it, it all happened to…too fast for me to understand, Why now? I thought he, well I guessed wrong. He was one of them, he was a blood sucking monster, and the crazy part about it is, I thought he loved me. But to him I am a food source, a food source who wears all black. I can't get away he will find me then I am gone, dead, no longer living, a waste of space. For once I Sam Manson is scared, scared as hell. And to think this all could have been avoided if I wouldn't have run away, how stupid could I get.

Earlier The Day Before

I hate my life; it's so drab, so unadventurous. Oh if I couldn't kill for a new life with more adventure and no ugly pink dresses with a unusual amount of frilly pink crap on the end of the dress. It was all sickening. It's not like a change of scenery would hurt a person would it? After a while of watching a huge amount of T.V that probably killed half of my brain cells I decided to go out. I put on my best clothes. A stunning white gown that came to about my knees, and white glittered flats, I looked amazing. I wore a little make-up not too much though; I wanted to keep my natural look. If only mother was here, she would proud of me, for not slumping around the house. To finish off the look I wore a white shawl.

I tiptoed down the stairs and carefully picked up my car keys. I couldn't help but glance at a picture of my best friend who died while serving our country. I felt a tear go down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away my best friend wouldn't want me to cry, he would want me to live my life without him, It was just hard….maybe too hard.

I jumped in my car and drove; I drove to where the road would take me. Eventually I ran out of gas between the borderline of Amity Park and Shelby. I turned into 7 eleven. I bought some gas and a bag of chips and a soda. I couldn't help but have that feeling like I was being watched. I turned around for the fifth time. I ate my chips in the car and I fell asleep.

I was waked up by the tapping sound of glass. I sat up and saw a guy that looked very angry. I looked out the window again and moved my car out into the open road, that's probably what he wanted for me to out of his parking lot.

I drove for another 3 or 4 hours until finally the hunger was building up inside of me and I pulled over to grab a bite to eat. I walked into the restaurant and sat at the table. Picking up the menu I order a cranberry salad with a tall glass of fruit punch. The waiter nodded and left. I sighed, Can life get worse? That is until a random person sat at my table. I was going to tell him why he was sitting here but he was wearing a dark hood and light gray jeans. He was just perfect, handsome, and young guy. But he looked pale form what I could see.

"Thanks for the complement, it helps with my very low self esteem, but from a girl like you it rises it even higher"

That voice where have I heard that voice before, and how did he know what I said, I said it my mind.

"Did I say all that out loud?" I asked the black hooded guy.

"Nope, you didn't say any of that out loud."

Then how did he know what I said. What a weirdo, a very handsome weirdo I might add. Our food came and I carefully nibbled on the lettuce. It was fine I guess and I ate the rest and drunk my fruit punch. I looked across the table and the handsome stranger was gone. "That's weird" I said out loud. "Here is your receipt."

"Thanks" I replied. I paid in full using in a debt card. I left a 40 dollar tip. Hey I didn't need the money and made my way to my car. I sat there for awhile and I thought and cried. "Shh, honey its okay" I jumped in my seat to find the stranger staring at me, in my backseat. "AHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I reached for my car door but he quickly locked it from behind me. I was having a mini heart attack. "Sam I have been waiting for you," I cut him off with about a million questions, usually people would have shouted Shut Up in my face but he kept a straight face. I stopped about 5 minutes later out of breath.

"Are you done?" I nodded "To answer your who are you question, you meet me before this. Gosh Sam I am surprised you forgot about me already, I am kinda of hurt that you forgot about me that fast." I scanned my memory for a guy wearing a black hood all the time, nope didn't find anyone.

"Maybe you have the wrong girl?" I questioned. "Fine, whatever, slide over I want the driver seat we need to go somewhere."

I wasn't letting this stranger drive me anywhere. "No, I don't want to slide over" I said using as much as my normal voice as possible. "Why does it always come to this?" He questioned himself and then all I saw was fangs and I completely faded into the darkness.

So everyone how did you like it better than my normal writing, huh. Well this semester I took writing and learned how to that. I love my work. Review, write, and have a good life.