Hello's, Greetings in Significance! Welcome to the 1st Chapter to "Bloody Rose." My very first fanfic. But I promise you I'll give you the much needed literacy. What's the point in reading those fanfics with just one liners that are double spaced, no description to the facial expressions when so-- Oh dear I believe I'm running off the topic. Right! This is a fanfic with the same type of relationship as our dear Edward and Bella. Just different situations, different people, but same vampire/human lovers!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own "Twilight" ...well I do own the hardcover! And a soon to be owner of "New Moon" and "Eclipse" and all the others she is tending to! BUT, I do own this plot, the title, the Characters and their names, and this WHOLE thing, Bishies! Writh in jealously, HAHA...Enjoy!

"Bloody Rose"

Prologue

Lena Rochestor, lay upon her plush purple bed, headphones on and the music blaring into her ear drums, just the way she liked it. She could hear the feint calls of her mother from down stairs, in the kitchen, reviberating off each bare wall and making its way plainly through the space beneath her door and bouncing off the hard plastic that so graciously provided her with the music she dearly loved. Each call of her name was too droned out from the music that blasted into her ear drum, residing as only a whisper, or less.

Crowded streets are cleared away
One by One
Hollow heroes separate
As they run

You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while
Strong men die...

"LENA!"Boomed her mothers' voice once more. The echoes trying so hard to break the music barrier that stood in the way of a lecture in the time to be. But they still resided as whispers, annoying in their own way like a fly, never giving up to leave the spot beside your ear till you watted them away. Taking this as just a figmant of her imagination, maybe the calls weren't her name and someother similar word that was echoed in the song, she rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes. A fair sign she just wanted to relax. After all, it was summer vacation, all she pleased to do was stay in her room where the privacy was held, and listen to music, possibly draw, and stay out of her mothers' way.

Show me how to end this alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try

If you find your family, don't you cry
In this land of make-believe, dead and dry

You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hands on me one last ti -

Lena's eyes snapped open and trailed to the locked door of her room, after the small call breached the musical barrier and alerted her. Cutting the music off shepressed the stop button on her cd player,and sat up calmly taking off the headphones. Rising to her feet she unlocked the door and opened it, taking her precious time. She poked her head out into the hallway and focused on the stairway that led down towards to where her mother would be standing, she could just picture it; pursed lips, arms folds, shifting her weighted to each leg every so often. Her appearance straight from The Stepford Wives, tearing right out of the gray screen.

"What, MOM?" Lena called down the hall, he rown voice taking turn in bouncing off the bare beige walls. Why couldn't her mother give her some silence? WHY! Her mom seemed to have that aggravating effect on her lately. Giving her no privacy, or peace and quiet to herself. Yes, Lena was considerably angered. What could her mother be angered about now. The constant calls, the tone of her voice was evident to the fact she was in trouble with something. She shifted through the past week, thinking of anything she might have done, any rebellious act, anything! But nothing. She kept to herself in her room, an act her mother resented but kept quiet about. She didn't have friend to go out with. No boyfriend to give her the chance to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night like anyother crazed teen. Wasn't it obvious Lena, and her mother didn't have the kind of relationship that even gave the expectance for them to hold up a 2 minute conversation.

Lena sucked in some fresh air and prepared herself for what awful thing she did next. She made her way down the stairway and turning into the kitchen to see her mom in all her housewife glory. Though a single mother, divorced, she preferred to look like she was waiting at home for her very own husband. Instead of blonde hair and blue eyes, the mary sue, she had dark ashe brown hair, that stopped just millimeters above her shoulders, and curled outwards. And to top it off her Stepford wife appearance, was a floral patterned apron, wrapped snuggly around her petite waist.

Her mother was known to being a bit of a perfectionist, her make up done precisely the perfect way, the house cleaned everyday. Lena had no idea how she found time to do this and work during the week day. But Lena wouldn't call her super mom. She was bossy, shallow, judgemental, and discriminating. Induring her mother was quite a feit she had been able to deal with for 17 years now. Why did her father have to divorce her mother when she was just a baby. Lena believed she changed over the years, even though she was too little to remember if her mom was ever this stiff. Her thoughts were torn away from her mothers' eyes, smoldering into hers. Fury evident in those green orbs. Giving her the thought 'If looks could kill...'

Mrs. Rochestors' thin delicate hand snatched up a folded piece of paper that lay on the table. Her clutch on it crinkling it, showing that even though her hand was skinny and held up a fragile appearance that it might also might not want to be the thing touching you with anger behind the action.

Lena's Mother held out the paper to her, nearly shoving it into her own arms. The woman kept mute, making Lena fear what was so horrid with this insignificant piece of paper that had gotten her mother all up in a jumble.

Lena blinked mindlessly at the piece of paper, giving the hint she should be opening it. She noticed half an sticker on the edge of the paper, torn from the end of the paper. So, her mother had read it. Guess there is a reason for her pissed off attitude. Heaving a sigh she straightened the paper, only two words catching her emerald eyes instantly, 'Report Card'

She glanced up at her mother, who nodded her to read onward, and so she did. Her eyes

trailed down daringly to where they displayed her grades so ...proudly, skipping all the name and grade information. At that point she groaned, and brought a hand up to her temple, massaging it. Now she would have to face a lecture. She didn't need to take this. Her report card wasn't horrible. It just wasn't perfect like it used to. Her mother had always been hung up on grades, always having to get straight A's.

Truth was, Lena was smart. If she wanted to, she could pass all her classes with flying colors. But she was too lazy to give a damn. She stopped caring when her mother began dating, on and off. Bringing home new men every month. Like a monthly special. Some half her age, some wrinkly...it crept her outSome of these men actually stayed for a little over a month and giving themselves the impression they could replace her father, her father. HA! Fools. But since her mother took no time in caring for her own daughter, she took no time in caring for anything else. Oh how much she dearly missed her father. Living states away, a salvation far from her mother.

But really, the grades weren't as bad as Kayla Perkins, the wench who was in nearly all her classes and made school a living hell. F's, D's, and the occassional C that was hanging on one small point to keep her from that D. This always made Lena feel better. And so she refused to look up at her mom, fearing what might burst out of her mouth, so she stared at her grades.

Geomettry- C-

Honors Lit- B+

American History- C

Spanish 3- B-

Lena folded the paper neatly and set it on the table before taking a seat in one of the leather bound chair. She felt out of place, under her mothers stare, near her mother, in this house.

"So, Lena, what happened. I mean, last semester is was A's, you had no problem with school!" She spoke coolly to her daughter, as if mocking a new found idiot.

"You..." Lena murmured quietly.

"Me!" Her mother spoke astonished. "Don't blame your stupidity o-"

"I'm not Stupid, mom!" Cutting her off she looked up, soon standing up to her mother giving herself a reassuring smile that she wouldn't put up with her mother. Sure she didn't have A's, but she didn't have any failing grades either.

"Then what happened sure it isn't me. I give you food, a house, love..." She began to knock off fingers from her hand each time she spoke of a privilegeshe gave to her daughter. Only this caused for her to roll her eyes.

"Love! Ha, your barely giving time to be with me. Hell, you give more attention to this whole house than to me. You care nothing about me so I care nothing." The girl spat back at her mother. Why was she getting so angry. She didn't know. But get in a big enough fight, she could just get a run away out of this to her dads. Jackpot. So she continued.. "You think your some super woman. Good house, good job. Shallow as hell, bringing home a new man every month like the damn Fireman Calender." Okay she didn't have to curse, but her mother needed to hear it. She smirked at the woman before her.

Now was her moment to turn on her heels and get her self somewhere to go. And there for she did. Snatching up the phone from its hook she turned and made her way up the stairway, skipping 2 steps at a time as she dialed her fathers number...Soon she would be leaving California, and on her way to Georgia.

Pretty Long for a Prologue huh? HAHA, that just makes it a whole lot easier. Okay to clear a few things up. She is going to leave not because her mother ranted or tried to that is about her grades. She is leaving because she hates the life she is living in. She has a shallow mother, who believes everything is picture perfect and in fact it isn't. Lena had a bond with her father when she is young and had always preferred to live with him. And there for she made this her chance to leave. Beginning of summer and all. She could just find a way to get there.

Till next time...Ciao!

Sami