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Chapter 9

It was 2 hours later, and I was bored. It was really hot in the car, and I found myself stuck to the sticky pink leather seats of the lamburgini. I was kinda hungry, but I didn't want to say anything, because since they were vamps and didn't need to eat, it would make me seem less in they're eyes. So I sat and suffered in quiet, trying to bare the pain by thinking about my vampire lover, my poor Edward living far away from me. I stared out the window, looking contumplative at the clouds as I visualized Edward's face in my mind…

It was 4 hours later, and I still didn't eat. It was cold now, because it was night, and since vampire's have different body tempatures, they didn't notice, so I just sat there trying not to shiver. I sat there looking meditavely out the window, thinking of Edward, the clouds rushing by, trying to ignore my cold. I shivered, and couldn't surpress the shiver. Belladonna saw it, and looked concerned at me, frowning. I shook my head and said it was nothing. She nodded and went back to knighting.

It was 6 hours later. Food was just a dream. Edward's face swam in front of my eyes tauntedly. I stared out at the stars, wishing them to be a gide for my looking. I focused on the north star, wishing it could show me my love instead of just blinking tauntedly at me. It's twinkling light shined meanly down at me, cruelly reminding me of the glittery glissening sparkles that adoned my beloved Edward's perfect ivary eight pack abs, and his beatiful shiny face, as gleeming as a radient star on a clear summer night. I sighed woefully and stared melancholicly at my Edward Star.

It was 8 hours later. I was so hungry that I felt as ravenous as a giant wolf, stocking it's pray through a towering jungle of leafy greens. The hunger was impossible to bare, like a cold winter's night in the snowy depths of Russia. The hunger was about to smite me, the same way the winter smites people that can't stand cold when they go to Russia in the winter. Suddenly, on the side of the road, I saw a fruit stand. The apple bowl jumped out at me, it's crisp red contents begging me to eat them. "STOP!" I shouted. I want an apple. Belladonna screeched the car to a stop, and I lerched out of it. I fumbled for my money, to pay for the apples. I paid for the apples. I bought the whole bowl. Before I could get it to the car though, a sudden overwelming urge overtook me and I picked an apple from the bowl. It was the plumpest, juiciest, and reddest of the apples, and it was begging me to eat it. I dropped the rest of the bowl, and started in at it. My lips caressed the cold red surface of the apple, enticing me to start eating. I passionately bit into the soft skin of the apple, pearcing the surface, and letting the cool apple juice flow smoothly down my face.

It was 10 hours later, and I wasn't hungry anymore, from all the apples I ate. I wasn't cold, either, because the apples I ate got my blood flowing again, making me warm again. Also, it was light again. All that made me warm. The car stopped suddenly, and we all got out. It was sunny out, but my friends didn't seem concerned.

"It's okay to sparkle here, because this is Sunnydale. There are lots of vampires here, that's why we were sent here, to see if they know where Edward is." Crescent said matter-factly. I nodded.

Suddenly, a growl came up behind me…

It was…

A VAMPIRE.

AN: End of chapter 9 ~~ Did you like it?