Author's Note: Woah! Long time no see. :) I've missed updating n' stuff. So anyway, I've been writing the new version of TBEJC and editing this crapptastic story, I hope it's worthy of you all. :'D I hope to get back into updating regularly but I've got school and school is crap and it's trying to consume all my time D: *fends off school cooties* ACK GET AWAYYY. Anywho…

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you: the Zahro. The book in which this monster is originally featured is called "El Palacio De La Noche Eterna" by Jose Maria Latorre. Yes, you are not losing the ability to read, the book is in Spanish. Anyway this creature is my favorite monster in the history of monsters. So please respect the Spanish language for the simple reason that the book is in Spanish, that being said, I hate Spanish and am a hypocrite, but you guys still love me … right? D:

This is my little spin on the evil blood lusting creature in that story. So evil that nothing could kill it. So evil it took the lives of many. Created by a Shaman in an African tribe this monster feeds off humans. Not like a vampire does. Oh no. This creature, son of doom and spawn of the devil, it feasts on … well now. I wouldn't want to give it away, now would I?

Now, read on my lovelies.


The Zahro

By: Jazmin Torres

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the concept and words in which this story will unravel itself. I give credit where credit is do, so as the amazing Zahro was created by Jose Maria Latorre then Jose Maria Latorre gets the credit for this fabulous idea.

Chapter One.- The Meeting

Edward Cullen POV

I walked in to school dragging my feet and sighing at the inane thoughts floating through everyone's minds. Including my family's. They were all dull, superficial, and far too happy to be alive. Didn't they see that this was no life. Didn't they see that this life they led was a purposeless lie!

I fumed visibly but silently. Such ignorant people, so foolish! Meaning. Bah. Shows what they know. There. Is. No. Meaning. I continued basking in my little pool of miserable resentment while I pushed open the school doors.

At the moment the whole school was buzzing with excitement over the trivial arrival of a new student, who was rumored to be emancipated, because of this reason all the supposed "popular kids" were planning on befriending her and hosting drunken gatherings at her house. Stupid kids. Ignorant girl.

The girl would obviously be just another idiot to add to the burden which fickle minds put on my shoulders. She would annoy me with her selfish thoughts and vain self image. I hated her so much already. She would just make my miserable life that much more … miserable! As if having to deal with the expectations of my family and other wasn't enough, now I had to add a new person who I needed to frighten away from me. I almost grumbled out loud but then that would give my family reason to start speaking to me and I did not want that to happen.

I walked down the hall at a sluggish pace, even for a human, when suddenly all the thoughts around me silenced in shock. I straightened out my hunched form and swung my head around to look at what the petty minds of my fellow students told me they were looking at but would not dare view it in their mind's eye.

I myself was stunned at what I saw. I was not expecting this when I thought of the new girl. The previous mental image I had conjured up was nothing like the real girl, what with my mental image wearing a skirt far to short for her stature, a garment of some sort showing far too much cleavage, curled blonde hair, tan skin and an overly made face.

I'm not sure what surprised me the most, her attire or her physical appearance.

Her clothes were unthought-of on a young lady her age. Her cargo pants were large and baggy, only held up by a thick black and silver spiked belt that wrapped around her tiny waist. Her black sleeveless wife-beater shirt clung to her form like a second skin, it accentuated the narrowness of her shoulders and the thinness of her torso. She looked almost anorexic, and for some reason it scared me. Her long slender neck was encased in a thin black choker, her frail looking wrists were surrounded by tight silver chains, on her left pointer finger she wore a strange ornate silver ring.

Her face was stunning, her features were incredibly defined, as if she had been starved for longer than she could handle. Her chin was narrow while her cheekbones were wide, the hollows of her cheeks were sunken deeper than they should, creating threatening shadows. I could barely make out her eyes under the curtain of her light brown hair.

She walked with confidence in her stride, something not many could accomplish; she indifferently ignored the gaping stares of myself and the rest of the school. Her hips swayed at a predefined rhythm and her head bobbed as if she were listening to the most beautiful symphony she had ever heard.

She was about to walk past me when she stopped dead in her tracks, her head tilted back a wee bit as she subtly sniffed the air around her. Her head snapped in my direction and my eyes were drawn to hers. I couldn't stop myself.

My breath came in a gasp when she met my eyes. They had a look that I was extremely familiar with and thus recognized. They were filled with malice and hunger, the horrors of the whole world would have cowered beneath her gaze if it were possible. She was nothing compared to the monsters I knew, her eyes, so different yet so familiar …

Horror and dread filled me in a way I had never known as I realized what she had the eyes of.

They were the eyes of a killer.


Author's Note: Well this is the end of the repost of the first chapter, yes I will post the next one in a wee bit. ^.^

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