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My eyes bugged out, and I swallowed furiously, trying to ease the flames. They were not stopped. The mother of the family pressed the "12" button. Oh dear. They were going to be here a while. Suddenly, an annoying chirping call, sounding frighteningly like a distressed pelican, erupted from the mother's purse.

She frantically scrambled in the trash heap and fished out her cell phone. Meanwhile, I scooted back as far away from the people as I could, trying to avoid the large human's box of chili.

While the mother's back was turned, chatting on her phone, her husband snickered and whispered to his kids, "Hey guys, watch this." It only took a second for waves of sneakiness to hit me before I realized what the man was doing. Quickly, he hit every single button on the side of the elevator doors, including 13-20, even though they would be long gone by then.

The father snickered some more and my eyes bugged out in fear and horror. I decided immediately to escape once the doors opened on floor 3, and take some other elevator. Or possibly the stairs.

Then, I felt a small tugging on my jeans. I looked down to see a small boy, about 5 years old, pulling on my pants and looking up at me with big curious eyes. [Thanks edwardsbaby123!]

"Hey mister, are you okay?" he asked. I probably must have looked terribly thirsty for a 5-year-old to ask me that.

I nodded quickly and looked up, closing my eyes from the sight of the blood flowing through the young boy.

Sympathetically, the boy patted my hand, and I felt awful when his warm flesh hit my cold granite skin. Great. Just great.

First I'm painfully thirsty, and now a 5-year-old is feeling sorry for me? No way would I ever live with myself if I let the scent of the little boy get to me. Not to mention the teasing I'd endure if Edward and Emmett ever found out I had received the sympathy of a kindergartener.

Meanwhile, the thirst burned and raged in my throat, and I desperately wanted to grab one of the humans, preferably not the 5-year-old, sink my teeth into their warm, pulsing flesh, bite down and, – NO. Bad Jasper.

I closed my eyes, wishing I had gone hunting yesterday when Edward and Emmett had invited me. Curse my model Civil War battlefield diorama. Curse it! Finally, the elevator doors slid open and I burst through the people, ignoring the fierce flames clawing at my throat.

When I pushed past the chili guy, however, I was quite distressed to realize that some of the cheese had gotten on my hair. I paused at the entrance of the elevator, and tried to wipe the filth from my head.

The large human saw what he had done, and said, "Whoops. Sorry, buddy. Let me get that for you." And then he tugged on the back collar of my shirt and pulled me back into the elevator, wiping a napkin on the back of my head.

When he finished, I nodded and raced toward the door again, only to be blocked by two teenage girls entering the elevator. I was trapped. There were now eight people in the elevator, one crazed vampire on the verge of exploding, and a fierce, unforgiving fire that blazed mercilessly throughout the vampire's throat.

I was dying. Utterly dying. If I hadn't been in such agony, I might have found my thought "punny." But I was in absolutely no mood to let out even the slightest chuckle.

I desperately counted the moments I was trapped in the elevator with the delicious aroma of 8 humans, as well as the moments the deep fire continued to rage in my throat.

*DING* Floor 4.

*DING* Floor 5.

*DING* Floor 6.

One fire. Two fires. Three fires.

At each floor, at least one group would leave, only to bring in 3 more people.

I watched pitifully as each human entered and left, their thick red blood pulsing throughout their veins, showing through their soft, warm flesh. Each floor created more regret for me.

WHY hadn't I just stayed with Alice?

WHY couldn't I just go through with the beauty salon and be done with it, instead of this fiery, blazing agony?

WHY didn't I go hunting?? WHY?!?!

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I tried to focus on the other emotions, instead of my own. The chili cheese man was definitely not helping, so I tried to block out his hunger rays.

I didn't even know hunger was an emotion, but hey, these ARE humans. They eat to live and live to eat, as Edward always said. [Taken from the movie Over the Hedge]

The father of the family was still amused at his prank, while his wife, who had just hung up her cell phone, was definitely not pleased, and had complained about missing some informative meeting going on at floor 12, while the father screamed back at her that she had had serious issues with her crazy love of plants and had no business attending a "Ficus, figs, and flowers" meeting.

I tried to find some humor in their argument, but I just HAD to escape. I don't know how I would make it. I suffered war. I suffered vampire transformation. But how could I possibly suffer through this elevator ride?!?

How can he possibly suffer through that elevator ride?!? Review review, please! :]