A/N: This is Chapter 2 of the story - I hope you like it! I know it's taking me awhile to finish the chapters, even though I tried to write as fast as I could each night it still took awhile. I'd like to thank you, if you reviewed the last chapter or put it on alerts.

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"If you don't get noticed you don't have anything. The art of it is getting noticed naturally, without screaming or without tricks." -Lea Burnett

I hate airplanes. They are big metal things that fly in the sky, which is just unnatural. It's a bit ironic for a vampire to say, but the airplanes are full or germs and gross stuff. Every person's scent whirls around you, taunting you. I held my breath the whole time. They also make you sit next to 50 year old guys who try to hit on you. Ew, it was disgusting – even his attempt was just pathetic.

First he just started at me – I tried not to notice him and instead looked at the reflection of myself in the window. I'm not sure how much time passed, but then he tapped my on the shoulder – thankfully, I was wearing a long sleeved shirt. I glared at him, not even trying to be polite.

He seems dazed for a second, then quickly snapping out of it. "Do you have a map?"

"No."

"Well I need one because I keep getting lost in your eyes." He flashed a smile at me, showing his decaying teeth.

"No shit, you need one to stop getting lost in your own ego." I replied in the most inhuman voice I could muster up, using the last of my breath up. When the cart for drinks passed I just shook my head for no, since that was pretty much all I could do.

He didn't bother me for the rest of the flight to L.A. I started wondering if I was just over-reacting to everyone, taking my outburst with Alice in mind. After some time, the piolt finally announced that we were landing in 15 minutes.

I couldn't sign out with relief, because of the stuffy air in here. One thing I could do was annoy Alice. I was going to eat the guy next to me, at least in my mind. I thought about eating him, which wasn't hard, for the next 15 minutes of torture.

Alice must be freaking out back at home right now. I smiled deviously at the thought, where as that smile took forever to prefect.

The minute I got off the plane my cell started ringing. I couldn't decide if I should answer it or not – since I knew it was Alice but it could be the last time I used my cell.

Alice didn't think I could keep myself together, but I decided I could handle myself. Even after deciding not answer my cell – it continued to ring. I rolled by eyes and ignored the ringing.

I still didn't dare take in one breath – and I really had to stop myself from running at vampire speed to the luggage carousel. There were cameras everywhere, and one of them would catch some sort of shot of me running at inhuman speed.

People's faces passed mine, most of them stopping to stare at me. I must be on of the few people who can still look hot after an airplane ride.

At the luggage carousel, I sniffed my way to my luggage – unlike everyone else who was getting theirs my sight. Finally seeing my luggage, after just getting whiffs of the scents for 10 minutes, coming into view through the barrier I waited for it so slowly come towards me. Waiting... Waiting...

"Excuse me Miss, may I help you?" Some 25 year old asked me, when he really looked 17. It was disgusting – he was wearing cover up to hide his terrible ache.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Help yourself by going to the gym," I retorted at him, grabbing all my luggage with one hand and walking outside. Another dumb-struck person standing there like a stupid garbadge can. Outside, I could breathe again.

Thankfully, it was raining so I didn't have to worry about the sun hitting my skin. I thought twice and quickly grabbed my sunglasses for the bad Alice packed me with things I would need to disguise myself as human. In a fourth of a second they were on my face, to fast for a human to notice.

I saw a sign in the distance for America's Next Top Model. Coming closer, I saw the other girls there. Most of them had pretty clear complexation – except for one darker skinned girl.

"Hey girl, welcome to the ANTM cycle 12!" An oriental girl screamed in my face. "I'm Sheena – we are still waitin' for the other girls to show but, damn girl - you barley look human!"

I could have fun with this. "Yea, I'm Rosalie – so how many girls are we waiting for?"

Sheena thought in her head for a moment before replying, "I think ya make 30 girls – only 2 left I think - so yea."

I was glad she didn't comment that I was wearing sunglasses when it was raining. As Sheena went off to talk to other people, I heard another girl complaining how the rain was ruining her hair, which was long, think, wavy, and full of split ends. I went over to where she was and joined in on the conversation.

"...I swear none of the beauty pageants I've ever been to were like this before! People always get here right on time, then a limo come and picks you up. This is so stu-"

"Hi I'm Rosalie," I said to them, flashing them a smile. They must have been what Bella called 'dazzled'.

The other girl, who seemed annoyed with the person complaining about her hair, had shorter hair and was African American. She recovered first, "Hey, My name's Eva..."

With that said Sheena's voice blew over us again, "Hey Ladies, the last two girls are here! Get your stuff cuz' we are getting' on 3 different buses!"

The girl surrounding me started screaming for no apparent reason, and I disappeared in view. I didn't want to scream, but I didn't want everyone to notice that I wasn't yelling my head off. So I joined the screaming crowd.

The three different buses pulled up with, thankfully, no video cameras. The other girls started fighting their way to get the seats in the back. I just waited behind them, wanting a seat in the front so I'd be the 1st one off.

When I was finally the last one on bus #3, I saw the insides of it. There was a row of seats on each side, so we could face each other. There was luggage compartment above us, like in airplanes. The whole bus was really dirty and a boring gray color – I guess they didn't spend money on things that didn't air on TV.

The bus ride wasn't too long, with all of the other girls ignoring me. They seemed a bit nervous of me, which should be a natural instinct. I was glad they did since I was trying very hard not to breath since it was like the airplane.

When we finally got to our destination, which was a worn down warehouse, we were told to stand outside with all the other girls and not to get our luggage. I hurriedly did as I was told and the cameras immediately surrounded us.

It was still raining when a person started walking towards us in all black, with pale white makeup on. I knew he was Jay Manuel, even though the other girls couldn't tell.

One he got to us he spread out his arms, opening up his clock to a dark red hem, and said. "Velcome to vour virst day at Dracula's Castle." While saying so, he revealed his "vampire fangs" to us.

They had fake thunder going on, when everything became darker. Well, darker for the humans.

I knew this was all Lulu's stupid idea.

The girls started screaming around me, again – I had to fit in a little so I was yelling my face off too. There was a spotlight on Mr. Jay, as he gestured us to come forward. A trail of light followed to the door of the worn down warehouse. Some of the girls were hesitant of following the trail, until the camera man told them they better start moving.

It was still raining, and I started thinking that they planned the day we'd come to be a on rainy day. Still, no one has asked me about my sunglasses and the rain made it harder for me to smell the humans so I wasn't complaining. Everyone started walking towards the door, where Mr. Jay had already entered. When we all finally got there the door opened for us automatically – by a human, I knew.

The insides were unbelievably cheesy. It was made like a Gothic structure in the 1000s, with fake cobwebs in every corner.

Mr. Jay was waiting for us in the center, as we all crowded around him. There were stairs behind him that arched into the next level of the warehouse. He smiled again with his annoying fangs. "Welcome ladies, to the House of Dracula." He suddenly put off his act and stating saying seriously, "Lulu is going to come down the stairs, and I want everyone to scream, okay?"

The girls nodded. "Good, now we are going to go back to where we were a second ago, before I told you that."

There was more fake thunder and fake lightning made with different lighting effects. Mr. Jay got back into his vampire acting as he continued talking. "Now, soon-to-be-models, I would like to welcome you to the Queen of Vampires." More lightning and thunder, I sighed, annoyed.

The lights went out, which even I didn't think was going to happen. I thought Lulu would come down the stairs, everyone would scream, then we'd all get on with our lives.

Lulu didn't come down the stairs, but while it was still dark she rushed onto the few bottom steps of the stairs, coming from the other room. The other girl's screams and chatters washed over her footsteps, so I was the only one who noticed. Well, it could also be that I can see in the dark.

The light turned back on, and you could see Lulu grinning with more fake fangs at the bottom of the stairs. The girls started screaming again as thunder and lightning boomed.

As the screaming died down, Lulu starting talking in a "vampire accent." "Velcome, future models, to America's Next Top Model Cycle 12!" I felt a bit offended.

Cue thunder, lighting, screaming girls.

"As you know, vampires are known for their, looovely grace so for the 1st challenge you all are going to be strutting your stuff down the runway!" Lulu kept doing weird little jigs whenever she talked. "By" Jig. "Fashion" Jig. "Designer" Jig. "Hammy Wucko!"

I've never ever heard of that name, but we all started screaming anyways.

"Anyways, ladies, I'll see you on the runway, dead or alive." She said, while raising her eyebrows. The power went out again and she walked off into the room she came from earlier. The other girls were screaming again.

Once the lights turned back on with Jay Manuel taking Lulu's spot. Some girls gasped and wondered where Lulu went. "Okay, ladies, so we are doing it a little differently this cycle. You will all be walking in front of the judges before you go to the individual interviews. There will be no coaching on this runway. We want to see what you naturally have on the spot. Go to your right," He said, while pointing to the opposite direction Lulu was hiding. " And you will find an outfit with your name on it, which you will have to change into. You'll have 5 minutes to get changed and put on Covergirl Cosmetics and meet me back here."

Of course they would want to advertise cheap products. "Ready..?" Mr. Jay said, looking at his wrist where a watch should have been. "GO!"

It was a mad rush to the other room, I waited behind a little – making sure no one would touch me even in my denim jeans and long sleeved sweater. I held my breath, knowing the room would be stuffy. Once I got inside I went to the cosmetics first, only putting on a little makeup. It's not like I needed any. I put some red lipstick on with silver eyeshadow shimmer that went up to my eyebrows. A camera guy was right in my face, as if watching me put on makeup was the most interesting thing. He followed me even after I was finished, while I was walking towards my outfit I needed to change into.

I looked around, noticing none of the other girls had a camera man following them around. I turned around with such speed the camera man nearly bumped into me. "I swear if you keep following me around I'll brake your stupid little camera toy!"

I must of looked dead serious because he backed off, so I guess it was worth my last breath. I quickly changed into the dress, which was simple, yet had that elegance like the dress Lulu was wearing. It reached down to my knees. I walked over to the full length mirror to admire myself, when I noticed all the other girls were wearing the same little black dress. They were too busy putting on makeup at the 4 different make-up mirrors to notice what anyone else was wearing.

I walked out of the stuffy room to where Mr. Jay was standing, and to my surprise seven other girls who were done before me. I guess I did take my time at the mirror... I watched one by one each girl run out of the room as fast as they could. It was like a model-monster was about to eat them.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Time's up!" Jay yelled at three of the girls who were still putting on make-up. They gasped and one even started crying. They pretty much just ruined all her makeup that she did have on. "I'm sorry girls, but being on time is a very important part of the modeling industry so you can't compete in today's challenge." The other girls who did make it on time looked happy that those three couldn't compete in the challenge. They were thinking the less competition the better.

Mr. Jay turned his attention to us again, leaving those three girls to be dragged over for interviews by the produces, "As you may notice you're all wearing the same dresses." Some of the girls, who didn't notice, looked really shocked that we were all wearing the same thing. There was murmur in the background. "We want to see who stands out the most, even in the same clothes. We'd also like you all to pull your hair up in a ponytail, and if you still have hair in your face clip it back."

Most of the girls had their hair down, so they grabbed a pony-tail holder from the mess of them where Mr. Jay was. I already had my hair pulled back in a ponytail.

After Mr. Jay surveyed us to make sure we all had out hair pulled back he told us that we would all be walking down the runway through that door. Once we got to the end we had to go to the left and sit down on one of the chairs. The judges would be watching us. He then motioned us to wait right there, as he called one of us at a time to go through the door down the runway. The girls who did go didn't come back - they must be watching all of the other girls walk.

One girl, with stunning eyes, kept asking if the runway would be lit up for us, but all they said was that it would be unfair if she saw it before she started walking. All of the other girls saw it for the first time while they were walking down it.

Once he called my name, I was surprisingly nervous – Mr. Jay just told me to walk down to the end until some one tells me to stop. He also told me that when he says 'now' to start strutting. I nodded, understanding.

When he said now, I started walking. I didn't really know what to expect, but it seemed obvious once I was out there. The judges were on the right side of me, while the girls who already went were on the left side. The walls were made of rock, with the room being longer than wider. The lights were dimmed a little, adding to the 'spooky' atmosphere. I started walking with as much grace as I had, which earned a few gasps. The music they played was weird.

When I got to the end of the runway, a person told me to go to the left with the other girls. He then whispered in his radio to Jay to send out the next girl. I sighed in relief, forgetting I was holding my breath. The room didn't smell nearly as bad as I thought. The girls were wearing all their stinky little perfumes that smelt like a wet dog. I continued breathing in and out, realizing that I could of been doing that the whole time. I had prepared myself for the worse.

I started walking towards where every one else was sitting and whispering about the girls who were walking down the simple runway.

Sheena, the one I met at the airport, started talking to me. "Girl, you practically floated off that runway!" Some of the other girls I didn't know nodded.

I smiled, without showing my teeth, back at her. "Thanks."

For the rest of the time, we gossiped about the other girls – I was surprised to find myself enjoying this experience. When the last girl went, the music stopped, the lights were turned all the way back on, and the judges all got up and walked towards us.

Lulu was the one who starting speaking. "Ladies, you all did a fabulous job – but being a Top Model is having a fierce runway walk. Some of you guys didn't prove up to standards in that category. That is why 10 of you are going to be eliminated." Cue gasp. "Don't worry though, some of you have a chance to prove yourself again with a photo shoot today."

All of the girls looked a lot happier. "You'll be posing with what you are wearing right now, how hair looks like, your makeup, right now as vampires.." Cue groan. The girls were very predicable. "The photographer is Matt Rice, from Kansas. Anyways, the first one up is... Rosalie Hale." I stood up with everyones eyes on me.

"Where do I pose?" I asked.

"Anywhere in the room, use your creative skill!"

I thought for a second, before going to a corner of the room, with rocks on both sides. I pretended to be hiding from something, while Jay – who inconspicuously entered the room – started shouting at me to do different things. Lulu and the other judges were watching in the background. The camera flashed at each different pose, with 2 people who were holding silver light reflectors. In the end, Jay said I did a very good job. I was glad I did so well on the first photo shoot, even though half the girls in the room started eyeing me with hatred.

I ignored them, and went back to my seat to watch all of the other girls pose. Some did really good, while others... failed miserably. When finally the last girl went, we were told that we could mingle around while the judges talked.

Lulu walked up to us. "Ladies, you did excellent – for some of you it was your first time, even. The other judges and I are going to discuss in the other room while you guys can go into the other room and hang out." She paused. "Bye ladies!" She yelled, waving her hands at us.

"Bye Lulu!" They all chanted back. Psh, I wish.

I morphed together chapter 2 and 3 and will also be adding more content to the others.