Sorry for not updating for so long. But life took over for a couple of days.

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"Now, I want you to run off and go back home and pretend nothing happened, okay? Because if you tell someone, they will get killed, too." I instructed.

She turned to go, but turned around at last minute and opened her mouth. "Thank you," she croaked out hoarsely.

"You're welcome," I replied as I watched her walk off into the distance, back to her home, where people loved her…

"That was sweet," a dark voice suddenly said beside me.

I turned around to face the intruder. And I gasped.

I stared face to face with a dark-haired vampire. He wasn't that bad for physical looks, but he seemed like one of those annoyingly nagging people, yet confident but stupid. And right now he looked madly in love. But I didn't care; he wasn't Edward, and that was all that mattered.

The vampire looked at me, grinning evilly. Great. I had just blown my cover. But I hoped he didn't suspect anything.

"Um…," I started, not knowing how to continue.

"It's okay. I'll tell no one. Our little secret," he smiled and put his finger to his lips. "What's your name again?"

"My name is Lucky," I answered, fidgeting, wanting to get out of this situation as soon as possible. This guy made me uncomfortable.

"That's pretty. My name is Roger. So, do you want to go to my room?" he asked.

I internally vomited. What did he take me for, a slut? His mind was obviously no bigger than fly. All he had was plain brawn.

"No," I replied.

"Well, Lucky, that's okay, if you'd prefer your room," he answered, unoffended.

Gosh, how dense was he? Could he get it through his little brain that I didn't like him?

"No, go away, now!" I shouted.

"Oh, so you're just going to prepare a little surprise for me first? Sure! I'll come around in ten minutes. Where is your room?" he continued.

That was it. In half a millisecond, I just ran away. Ditched him there. Hope his feelings get hurt. Not likely, I added to myself.

I rushed back into my room, still traumatized about what had happened in the tower room, momentarily forgetting about Dave.

How could Aro just kill people like that? How could there be such evil in this world? The people were innocent. They had done nothing wrong outside the law or human morality except maybe speed every one in a while?

What hurt me most was that there was another way through. Aro couldn't not know about animal blood. I hated that he'd rather kill innocent people for his own pleasure rather than sacrificing his good food.

Life was so unfair. Heaven forbid that I hadn't had enough of my unfair share.

A nkock on my door shook me from my thoughts. Gianna. I wonder what she was going to say now.

When I opened the door, I was shocked to find Roger standing in the hallway. Gosh I was starting to hate him.

"Hey, Lucky! I've come. So what was the surprise?" he asked immediately.

"There is no surprise, so go away! Now!" I shouted.

He was unaffected. "Oh, come on, it can't be that embarrassing. Just show me!"

"Go away! I hate you! Leave me, now!" I screamed.

"Oh, it's quite alright. You're not ready yet, are you? I'll come back later," he replied, and left.

Now I really hated him. How much more of an idiot could he be? But then I realized that I really didn't want to know.

Roger came back 10 minutes later. How could he? I thought to myself.

"Lucky! Are you ready yet? I'm coming in!" he said, and with that, he knocked down the door. Talk about a stupid entrance, trying to be dramatic.

"I hate you! I have never liked you! Go away!" I shouted once more.

He stopped dead. Finally, it entered his brain that I was saying what I meant.

I expected him to run off tearlessly sobbing like a baby, but instead he came to stand right next to me.

"Well, Lucky, I guess that I will just have to tell our Aro about how you stole a woman form the feeding room," he said, with a menacing tone, a completely different side of him.

My breath caught in my throat. " No…" I whispered. Even if Roger couldn't suspect that I wasn't what I said I was, Aro wasn't that stupid. He would know. I mean, how ironic is it that my eyes were red, yet I saved a woman from being eaten?

And so Roger put his arms around me, and whispered, "I thought so…" and I didn't do anything to stop him.

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