Warning: Very lame beginning Chapter

Emma was sitting on her bed writing notes in her notebook for her new In The Forest of the Night fic. When she close her notebook, an envelope fell out. It was addressed to her from "Midnight Fanfiction School for Vampires" or else known as the MFSV.

You, Emma, have been chosen to join the Midnight Fanfiction School for Vampires!

Rules for filling out the form:

1. Must have read at least In the Forest of the Night by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes.

2. Must have a penname on fanfiction

P.S. All you readers, In order to be a part of this fic, you must fill out this form so I can add your name in my fic. Please review it to me. I'll take the first ten people.

So Emma, thinking this was a prank and unconscious of any danger, filled out the form as:

Name(as you want it in the fic): Emma

Age: 14

Vampire or human or witch or Triste or other: human

Favorite animal to shapeshift into: snow leopard

Occupation(or subject to boast about): love to write fanfics

Personality: people tell me I'm observant

Most scared of: other kids, lizards

Favorite character: Nicholas/Nikolas

Reason for favorite character: He really cares for his brother and he kinda has a darker side to him.

Type of fics you like to write: lousy humor and poetry

Obsession: the computer

Reason for entering school: I'd love to find out more about vampires to help me with my fics

Things you would like to take with you: my cds, maybe a laptop.

Please prick your finger on a thorn on this rose and place your finger on the empty space below.

"Hold it," Emma whispered in amazement. "This is a…Black Rose!" True enough a Black Rose was there on her bed, waiting for her to prick her finger on it.

"You can't prick your finger on a black rose," Emma said, "It's not right. I just can't." The last line of the letter seemed to be challenging her. She had wanted to be a part of a school like this for so long, and here was her chance.

"No, I can't prick my finger on this! It just could be real!" She almost yelled. While she said that she picked up the rose from her bed and, in the process, pricked her finger.

"Oh, no, no, no, no." She said in horror, "I just, no,no. Well, I guess there is no choice." And Emma placed her bleeding finger on the paper. Her name automatically signed on the paper in red ink.

"Well," a sweet voice said, "That wasn't hard was it." And Emma's world faded into blackness.

OK, so this Chapter was extremely lame. But I'm not great at beginnings.

P.S. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' new book is Falcondance! I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited!