The New Beginning

Chapter 3: Midnight Disaster

The day ended quickly and the sun was still shining. It didn't affect me in human form but when I'm in vampire mode it can kill me. The good thing about purebloods is that even though we don't have one drop of human blood within us, we can still turn into one back and forth.

Zane was waiting for me outside by my Porsche 911 Turbo. I already said good-bye to Blaze so I didn't have anything to worry about. I headed to the car and kissed Zane.

"Today is the day" he said.

"Yes I know"

I hugged him tightly and got into the drivers seat of the car. He waved good-bye and I drove off.

As I was driving back home, a lot of things went through my mind. Most of them were about Blaze. Maybe it was a misunderstanding or something. But that is what I wanted to believe, so far it looked like Zane and Blaze were going to get along but then again anything can happen.

I parked my car into the driveway and got inside the house. My mom was in the kitchen, pouring some wine into 2 beautiful glass cups and handed me one. Humans don't know this but we own a special type of vampire wine that helps us control our thirst for blood.

There are other types of vampire wines as well, but more on that subject later.

"How was your day at school?" asked my mother.

My mother, she is different than everyone else's mom. Most people say that I get my good looks from her which is partly true. Some of it I get from my father. My mom kind of looks likes me, tall yet not too tall with dark black hair. Her face is really soft with a nice skin color as if she was wearing makeup. Most people expect us vampires to be pale but we are not. That's what makes us fit in so easily.

"It was good…I guess. I met a new boy at school today."

"May I ask who this boy is?"

"His name is Blaze Clearoff. He looks like a sweet guy when I got to know him but, he and Zane got off onto a bad start."

"Clearoff? Now why does that name sound so familiar?"

I ignored my mother, as always. I wondered about Blaze too. I sensed there was something different about him.

My father entered the room and poured himself some wine. He kissed me on my head and then looked at me.



"Are you feeling O.K.?" he asked

He awoke me from my daydream.

"Hmmmm?" I said smiling

"Never mind"

He left the kitchen.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later as I was pouring myself another glass of wine. I was so thirsty.

"I'll get it!" I screamed

I ran to the front door and opened it.

"Hi. Ummmm….I just moved next door and I was wondering….." said a familiar voice.

I stared at Blaze in shock.

"Morgan!" shouted Blaze

He woke me up from my shocking phase.

"Yes?" I said

"You…you…you live here?!"

"Is this guy stalking me?" I thought.

"Yea" I said

"Ummmm…" he said

"Do you want to come in?"

He nodded and came into the house.

He was shocked at the size even though it was big outside.

"I….I…I got to go."

Blaze ran from the door and Zane appeared from behind me.

"Sweetheart, it is almost time for the meeting"

The time passed so quickly. Maybe because, for some reason, I thought Blaze took me to another world.

We had to wait until midnight to start the meeting since Zane's parents have a lot to do during the daytime.

"What is this about father? The wedding?" I asked



"No sweetie, it is about the Clearoffs" he said

"What about them?" asked Zane

"They are….there are..hunters." my mother replied.

Hunters? The word went spinning around all over my head. It was like a dream. I had wished I never heard that. It was like I wanted to protect Blaze or something like that. At the very moment I looked into Zane's blue eyes. He's eyes were filled with anger yet when he looked at me they changed to eyes that were filled with peace. At that moment I realized one very important thing that changed my life: that I not only love Zane but I also love Blaze, who I just figured out, is my enemy. Like I said before, anything can happen and right now the thing that I never expected just happened. This is just the beginning; things were just about to turn for the worst.