Um, I won't annoy you with a long authors note. If you recognize anything for The A-List by Zoey Dean it's not owned by me. I really didn't know what the Academy Awards looked like from the outside, so I used her books.

Chapter Two

Oscar Night.

"…And the nominee's for the year 2012 best actress are: Hanson Mattes, Tinsley Stiller," said the Academy Awards announcer, Julie Hills, who was a newfound comedian for the 90210 area and former actress, and before she was an actress a TV show host. A small clip of both actors played on the three huge screens that surrounded the stage of which she was standing. The crowd that consisted of almost every celebrity known to the Free World were sitting in a velvet couture seats, complete with rubber cup-holders and rocking-chair statures. According to the invitation anyways, what the chairs were like I mean. It actually had plastic cup-holders. I couldn't fathom why they would lie about something as simple and lucid as cup-holders. Of course, to the untrained eye or someone who really didn't pay attention to these types of things would not have noticed the type of material used for the cup-holders.

Or, they just weren't the type of creature I was. Creature sounds so sadistic right? Well it's true, and it doesn't mean I'm proud of it. Grateful, yes but happy about it, no.

The aforesaid comedian/announcer continued, "Ramsey Allen," A clip played of a red-headed actress with wild looking hair playing in the bathtub with her baby, then the baby started choking and the red-headed lady didn't do anything about it. My insides sank at the languishing death of the baby, even though it was completey fake. My sorrow dissolved immediately as the next name was called. "And Izzy Mason!" The entire Kodak Theatre erupted in cheers. I gave a small smile when they showed a clip from The Prince and the Pauper, which was probably the best out of the four movies and twenty episodes of soap opera I've done in show business.

A professional looking man came on stage with a small white envelope in his hand. Julie looked at it then the audience. "Who wants to know America's best actress?" The crowd cheered again. She slowly, and very dramatically, started to open it. Now I didn't get excited over too many things, but right now I was very excited. This will have been my first personal award… if I won. Sure, The Prince and the Pauper had gotten best movie of the year, but that wasn't for me alone, it was for the entire Golden Gadgets crew.

If it were possible, my hands would have been sweating through my golden-threaded 1500 thread count silk gloves. I was surprised the velvet chair I was grasping wasn't torn to shreds yet, I guess I was still unknowingly being careful. "Okay, the best actress of the year 2012 is…" I bit my lip, hard. I let out a small yelp because it honestly hurt. Some of the celebrities sitting around me looked at me incredulously, then returned their gazed to the stage.

Julie gave a deep breathe then said, "Izzy Mason!"

The entire auditorium erupted to applaud and cheering. The cameraman found me in my seat and ushered me to the stage so he could film me, for everyone watching one of the various channels showing the Awards. Oh no, it didn't make me the least bit nervous.

My seat was right in front of the stage, so I didn't have far to walk like some of the other people that had gotten awards. I gracefully got up and started to strut to the stage. Wow that was something I never thought I'd ever in my wildest dreams say, Bella-I mean Izzy Mason, graceful.

I waved and smiled at the lucky guests sitting closest to the stage. I even briefly shook hands with them. There eyes fell to their hands in disbelief that the best actress of the year 2012 had just shook hands with them. It felt pretty darn good.

The dark blue carpet that led up the short steps to the stage, wear my prize was, felt a little slippery. I looked down and saw a brown substance that I did not even want to know what it actually was. I looked back up and smiled, as though there was no mystery substance under my feet. I made the mistake to sniff, and I found out what the mystery substance was…

…vomit.

I held my breath all the way up stage to where Julie was standing, behind the glass and diamond podium, where my golden statue of a man, holding something in his hand. I hugged Julie and leaned over so I could speak into the microphone. I saw all the teirs and levels of the theatre, and every seat was filled. "Wow, guys' thank you so much, I love that I get to be up here and able to accept this," I leaned my head to towards golden man, "and I'm unbelievably ecstatic that I was even nominated. I have only been out here in Beverly Hills for a short amount of time and I'm touched that you all care enough to actually vote on me. This means a lot to me." I grabbed the trophy man type thing; I stared at it then continued. "I appreciate this beyond belief. I hope you all have a terrific night." I smiled my famous toothy smile and walked off stage, careful to avoid the vomit.

I went back to my seat which was right next to my co-star, Jackie Young. I knew he was Hollywood's Hottie, and he really was handsome but absolutely nothing compared to Him… I tried so hard to keep all those memories safely tucked away in the back of my head, far away from my conscious. He doesn't love you was what the voice in my head told me every time I tried to sneak a peak at one of those cherished memories.

Jackie tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a high-five. I hid my troubles and gave him a clap back. "You did awesome up there. That really was a touching speech."

"It was just like all the other ones, Jackie." I stated a little annoyed of his constant pursuing. Why didn't I except his pursue? Well, I didn't think I could even begin to think of loving another being that was anyone besides Him. Oh, and he was a complete LA bozo.

"Well I thought it was great Izzy. Are you thinking of going to any parties tonight? I heard there was one at this new club called Flow-,"

"No, I'm not. Unless it is withheld in a non-alcoholic facility I'm not going." I knew there were going to be zilch parties without alcohol. I really hated partying, and I made up the lamest excuses not to go. I loved dancing, but I hated actually going to all the dingy clubs where sluts and white trash danced till their eyes turn blood-shot and their beverages end up going up instead of down.

Just like what I saw on my way up the stage.

"Whatever Izzy. I seriously think your making up excuses so you don't run into your ex."

See why I don't want to date him? I made the huge mistake of telling him the tiniest bit about Him and now Jackie thinks that everything I do has something to so with Him. I think he was trying to make Him seem like a bad guy, and Jackie was the great one.

Jackie is better then Him my foot.

I was saved from responding to his remark by another tap on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a nice-looking man in a suit that looked like it was imported from Europe... hence the Armani logo on the breast-pocket. He was definitely in show-business or else he wouldn't be so close to the stage; or close to me for that matter. He had black hair that was about an inch long and had a long face. He was pretty handsome looking. He pointed to the empty chair on the right of me, since the actor who was sitting there had gone to the bathroom… twenty minutes ago had not returned yet. I nodded and turned back around. He sat down and gave a big smile that showed the dimples on both sides of his face

His teeth were pearly-white and had an almost blinding shine. "'Ello Izzy." He said.

"I'm Buh-lake Cahlmorgan; I was wahndering if you'd mind tahlkin for uh bit." Blake said. I remembered him; he was a director from England who was going to America for a cast for his new movie, which was one of the most anticipated films of the last few years. I forgot what it was though...

Blake Colmorgan was known for the great movies he had directed at such a young age, by now he was probably 29. He did his job well, I noticed since studios kept hiring him, and his movies kept selling.

"Sure," I said. Then, Jackie noticed Blake.

"Oh my goodie-gracious, it's Blake Colmorgan!" He said, jumping up so he could get around me and shake hands with Blake. "I loved that movie you did with Frankie and Camille, I cried myself to sleep after I saw it."

Blake smiled then said, "I'm glehd you feel thawt way. Now let's go to the lohbby Izzy."

He stood up, because it was obviously too loud in the auditorium to audibly talk without yelling. We had to go to the lobby. I followed him out. Some people whistled as I walked by and I waved back, I even signed a guys t-shirt. By the time we got to the lobby the awards were almost over.

The lobby was huge and decorated in black and red. Blake motioned to two parallel red couches. He sat on one and I sat on the opposite. I kicked my heels off, but I kept my toes in. "Izzy, you've goht ah-mazing tahlent. You did ravishing in The prince ahnd thah Pauper I had to keep ahsking myself 'ow you mahnaged to do it. So I ahsked myself. 'Ow cool would it be if I 'ad me own Izzy Mason in me own movie.

"I 'ope you know why I was coming 'ere to Beverly 'ills, to look fohr a cast fohr me new movie. I would be overjoyed if you ah-greed to join the cast and crew."

"If you don't mind my asking, what movie would this be?" I asked, now thoroughly curious.

"A new and improved version of Romeo and Juliet. You, of coh-urse would play Juliet. We're changing it up ah bit so Juliet won't be quiet thirteen. We're holding open-auditions for Romeo. We waw-nt people to have a chance at becoming famous if they truhly have the tahlent. Ah-nd we won't have thuh old English, thawts just downright boh-ring." I totally agree Mr. Colmorgan. He had a genuine begging look on his face, this European would-be model had knowing glint behind his eyes that said he didn't take no for an answer.

It was a famous playwright, by a famous writer. But, however much they change it will still be somewhat like the Romeo and Juliet I saw with Him a few days before…

"I'll do it." I said before finishing my thoughts. I was not going to have some previous stint ruin and control my life. I was not going to turn into a zombie again, no matter how hard my life got.

"Puhrfect, this means so much to meh Ms. Izzy. Come by our office tomorrow at…," He took out a pocketbook from his pocket, "one o'clock. Sound good?"

"Yup."

"You may wahn't to write down the directions, sweetheart." I really didn't need to write it down, but he gave me a tear of his pocketbook and a monogrammed fountain ink pen.

He told me the directions then said, "Izzy, I am truly grateful you ah-greed to do this with meh. I don't think anyone else in this entire theatre could have better suited the part."

The Awards were over twenty minutes after agreeing to be part of the film. I had gotten three awards, well not really specifically my awards but I was part of the award. The first one was for best movie, and that was the entire crew for The Prince and the Pauper so it really wasn't just for me. The second was for best kiss, and that was for Jackie and me, he was at least a centimeter close to demonstrating how we did the kiss, worldwide to every viewer. But I prevented it for fear of him getting the idea we were going to make out like Will Farrell and Sacha Borat did at the 2007 MTV movie awards, which was still six years ago, yet it was as famous as Brangelina's split two years ago.

No, that definitely was not going to happen, the kiss I mean. Then the third award was of course, best actress of the year, which was the one I was most proud of and I knew would cherish just like the other memories tucked away. Even though this one was not as honorable as even the minutest of a memory about Him.

I walked back out on the red carpet which was not as bustling with Paparazzi and hopeful fans waiting to get a shot of a famous face. But there were still some scurrying trying to get last-minute pictures of celebrities they had missed before. My limo was different from all the others since it was painted an extravagant gold.

I spotted it two limos behind Yew Garlands red Mercedes, which was at the front of the line. I walked to the end of the carpet and went left, walking next to the barricades blocking off unwanted visitors. The intersection of Hollywood Boulevard and Highland Avenue, where the Kodak Theatre was located, was normally a very seedy and trashy place but it had undergone a makeover for the television audience's pleasure. All the storefronts had been wrapped in enough cotton to make Christo proud. Shrubbery and plants lined the red carpet, along with replicas of the coveted statue of Oscar himself, and seemed to be in perfect proportion. Earlier that evening, when celebrities had stepped out of their limousines and classy cars they were inside the artificial Oscar world.

I was wearing a vintage Chanel dress that I found in a couture thrift store on Rodeo Drive. It was one of the first dresses I had bought while living in the county of Hollywood. I found it in the back of my closet and saw that it matched my Charles David patent leather red wedges.

My outfit still looked the exact same as it did when I stepped out of the golden limousine, every crease and wrinkle smoothed and unseen. The limo pulled up to me and I stepped in. The plastic wall that separated the back and the driver's seat was just now starting to roll up.

I sighed when the sound-proof wall reached its way to the ceiling. I thought, since there was really nothing else to do. I thought about the decisions I made tonight and how it was going to change my vampire life.

Yea, you probably guessed I was a vampire. I didn't really miss being a human. I had a great power… err powers that let me be who I am. I could change my appearance and create illusions. They actually kind of fell under the same category, which was changing what something looked like.

When I created an illusion I was creating something that wasn't really there, like when He couldn't read my thoughts, it was like it wasn't there. But when I changed my appearance, or someone else's (which I have done a few times) it was real and not fake, like an illusion. Like, if I change my hair-color my natural roots wouldn't start to grow back my original color. That was only because first of all I'm a vampire, and my hair doesn't grow back and second of all that was just my power.

It really helped me blend in and not stand out like most other vampires. I didn't give myself their marble skin and I gave the illusion it wasn't rock-hard. Like when I had to get a check-up at the doctors office before I could sign a contract on a movie, I gave the illusion for a pulse, heart beat, temperature and what not.

Once I got too old I could just change my appearance so I looked old or completely change my face. I knew I would miss my old face, but I would get over it if it meant I could stay an actress and not be declared insane or inhuman.

One of the few reasons I chose this career path was one, the money. And two, He said I couldn't act. Well look how far my acting abilities brought me smart one.

Being a vampire didn't enhance my lying abilities or acting, it just helped me in some ways. My brain thought quicker so I rarely messed up on any lines and I could remember all the blocking and objectives I wrote in my script. I even bothered to memorize the entire script so I knew exactly how and when to show certain tactics.

I wished I knew how to act when Edward left me. That was probably the first time I had ever even thought his name. Maybe then he wouldn't have thought I was a pathetic human and toss me off like a rag-doll. Maybe if I had stopped him, by making a huge scene out of it then he would have shown more sympathy for what he was doing.

But no, I had to stand there and take it all in, willing to be beat up from the inside by his words.

Sorry if I overdid it with the brittish accent

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