A.N: There was a lot that I didn't cover last chapter. First off: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTER YOU RECOGNISE FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER! Second, I will update as often as I can. I can't promise all these certain dates and whatnot, but I'll try to do 1 to 3 chapters a week. I got one review, which is saddening… Anyway, thanks to XangelqueenX! Here's next chapter!
Chapter 2:
"Okay, so I'm a vampire, that's not that- ARE YOU FRIGGIN' INSANE!?! How the heck can I, a normal teenager, be a bloodsucking, garlic-hating, uh, THING!? Gosh, you guys should be in an asylum…"
"First of all, I'm not crazy; secondly, you're no longer a normal teenage human; and thirdly, garlic does not affect us, nor does sunlight, wooden stakes through the heart, if we had one, or do we sleep in coffins. On that note, we don't sleep at all, or eat human food. The only 'myth' that is true is that we suck blood, but-"
"I don't wanna suck human blood! I WANNA BE NORMAL AGAIN!"
"Tough, and anyway, as Jett was trying to say, we don't drink human blood, only animal blood." Sam said, interrupting my tantrum. I started to go into hysterics. Sobs racked my body, and my breathing became rapid and rough. The tears wouldn't come.
"See, you can't cry, you're a vampire. Look, you even look different, and maybe when you've calmed down, we can tell you the whole story." Jett said, calmly. He led me to a full size mirror. I did look different. My once auburn hair was now raven-black, and it reached mid-back in a wave of tumultuous curls. My short, straight figure was taller, and it curved in all of the right places. My skin was deathly pale, and my lips were full and red. My overly large nose was petite, but what shocked me the most was my eyes. They were a blood-curdling crimson. I gasped.
"Oh. My. Gosh,"
"You see? A vampire is inhumanly beautiful." Sam said. Looking at them both, I could tell they were right.
"Why? Why me? And why do my eyes have to be crimson, why not topaz? Tell me what happened, please."
"A vampire attacked you, but before he could kill you, Sam saved you."
"And your eyes are crimson because you're a new vampire, they'll turn topaz later on." Sam interjected.
"I think that's enough for now. You should probably go see the counselor for your schedule."
"I just wanna go back to sleep, now."
"You had your chance, now go along, and now go see the counsel
"Make me!"
"Gladly." Sam said. Suddenly, I was leaving the room, and my temper was rising. My anger reached its max. I spun around, and punched Sam in the face. His grip was broken, but it still left me enraged. Punch after punch, my hands caught fire. Sam was soon on the floor, and I was held back by a strong hand.
"You shouldn't do that ya know. But at least now we know what you're power is. You're an elemental. Notice your hands on fire? You really should get to the counselor's office. Now."
He pushed me to the office, and my temper decreased to zero. He led me into the room, and what I saw was not what I'd thought I would see. A woman was in mid-kiss with a man.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Bella. I didn't know you had company…" the man snuck out while he talked, and the woman turned towards us.
"Don't be sorry! You've seen it enough!" she shrugged her shoulders. I decided I was going to like this woman.
"Oh, yes. This is Ms. Pheona Corelli. She just 'transferred'. She'll need a class schedule." Jett said.
"Power?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, fire elemental." I replied.
"An elemental, eh? Well, here's your schedule, your room key, and a map! Here are your classes," she circled a few boxes, "and here's where your dorm is. I'm Bella, feel free to come see me anytime, though, please knock first." I smiled at that.
"Ok, where should I go now?"
"I'd go to your dorm, and meet your roommate! But, you could go shopping…. We don't have classes on weekends."
"Oh, well, bye Bella!"
"Bye, hon!"
xXxXx
I turned my doorknob, and was greeted by a black and red room. There was black walls, red carpet, a bay window with a red cushion, a plush black leather couch, and two closets with red curtains instead of doors. The room was lit by candles, and on the couch was a girl reading a book.
"Hi, I'm, uh, Pheona, and I'm your new roommate." The girl looked up from her book, and studied me.
"I'm Angela, call me Angel." She said.
"Ok, Angel, I'd ask you where to put my stuff, but I don't have any. Instead where are the showers?"
"Down the hall, to the left. And, don't worry, I'll take you shopping," She leapt up and pulled out a t-shirt and some jeans, "But for now, use these."
"Thanks." She nodded, already buried back into her book.
A.N: I think that's a fair enough chapter! Reviews are happy! Press the purdy purple button, please! That's alliteration!