Okay here's my first chapter guys, I don't know whether or not to continue it, so if you want me to, review. Hope you all enjoy! 3 AudreyNicole

Inside of the 'Rose Passage', a very nice resturaunt ran by what appeared to be a loving family, stood a young 17 year old girl. She sighed as she flipped her long black hair over her shoulder, her cropped bangs falling infront of one of her electric blue eyes. She had been working all day and now wanted nothing more than to go home. Her life was so different than all the other teens, instead of hanging out with her friends, she was always at the resturaunt. "Amara, table 22 is ready for their drinks, and check." Her mothers voice yelled from the kitchen. It was friday night, and ofcourse the place was packed. Normally, the place was packed with your every day looking family: a mom, dad, son, and daughter, though on the weekends they tended to get many teens in there.

Pushing open a set of double doors, Amara walked into the dinning area. The resturaunt was beautiful, each table had candles placed in the middle, the ceillings were high, arches at each door showed just how old the resturaunt was. With ease, she maneuvered her way around the tables, balancing a tray holding several drinks on one hand. Her outfit consisted of a black short skirt, with matching black high heels, and a white tight button up shirt, she chose to keep a few of the top buttons undone. As she reached the table, she imeadiantly brought a smile on her lips. "Here are your drinks gentlemen.." Her voice sounded angelic, it was so soft, so sweet. She looked up at them as she placed each of their drinks to the rightful person. Once finished she turned her head just to see her mother and father walking towards the door. "We're leaving, lock up after you clean up in here." Her father called to her just as they walked out of the door.

It was just like them to leave her to clean up the place. They were never really around that much, too caught up in their own things, like getting drunk. Oh, they were always drunk, that or drugged up. What a life. She thought sarcastically. Amara had always been such a sweet girl, she was a straight A student, never got in trouble, and always did what her parents wanted. Then there was her beauty, she had the body of a model, though her mother would never let her be one, she wanted Amara to stay here forever, to be her personal slave. Her father on the other hand wanted her to be more 'out going' about her body, attract more guys so she could get married to a very wealthy man.

With a shake of her head she turned back to the table of men, well they weren't men actually, they were about her age, or maybe a year older. "I'll be at the register when you are done." Amara smiled one final time before turning around and heading towards the other table. She quickly up the plates and glasses and carried them with her back to the sinks. "I'll just wash these tomorrow when I open.." She muttered as she set them down, making sure she had already given them their check, she walked to the cash register. Thank God their ready to leave, I can't wait to go home and sleep. She thought as she watched the men walk over. "I hope you all enjoyed your evening." She smiled brightly to them as they paid with a credit card. Figures.. She thought as she okay'd it on her screen. Once the transmission was done, she handed them their receipt, waving good-bye.

"Now I can finally go home." She stiffled a yawn as she grabbed her purse. As soon as she opened the door, locking it behind her, she regretted not bringing a jacket. The cool nights air blew, nipping at her exposed skin. With a sigh she looked around, attempting to find her car. Once locating what part of the parking lot that it was in, she slowly began to make her way over to it, humming softly to herself. She was sure she could hear foot steps comming from behind her. Must be my imagination.. She thought, but still decided to look over her shoulder, once doing so regretted it. There, about 20 feet away, stood two shadowy figures.

Amara turned back around, slowly picking up pace. "Maybe they are..." She couldn't think of a logical reason for why they were out there. "...maybe there leaving...they can't be following me...can they?" Her quiet question was answered when their footsteps continued, getting faster, getting closer. She shook with fear, doing the only thing she thought would work, run.

Pumping her legs as hard as she could, she sprinted across the parking lot, her eyes locked on her car. All she had to do was get to it, get inside, and lock the doors. It didn't take her as long as she figured it would to get to her car. Quickly she skidded to a stop, shoving her hand in her purse for her car keys. "Gotcha!" She exclaimed happily as she pulled them out. Just as she was lowering the keys to the door, a hand grabbed a hold of her arm, turning her around roughing. She looked up at the man, fear written all over her face, "What do you want with me?" Her voice was small, breaking at points.

Unfortunantly, Amara's question was answered in a way that left her shaking even harder. A growl escaped the man's lips, resembling that of a dog when it is about to strike. The man grabbed Amara's other arm, pulling her to him in a swift motion. "Do not fear us." His voice was like velvet, soft and smooth. The other man, whom Amara hadn't paid much attention to, stepped forward, a smirk plastered on his face. "Your comming with us."

Darkness clouded Amara's vision and slowly the world began to spin. With a slight groan she slipped from the man's grasp, falling back onto her car, unconsious.