• 9:30

    It was a dark and stormy night on Penny Street. One lone figure was walking-more like gliding- down this dark and lonely street. The figure stopped and gazed at the only house with the light on.

    The lone figure could hear the sound of music that normal men would only faintly hear. The figure could also hear the gentle tinkling of sweet soft laughter. The figure could also feel the warmth of the blood beckoning him toward the feast of humans. ‘No not that. I have no desire to become the monster I truly am,’ he thought with anxiety. Then he saw the curtain of the main window pull away and saw a young woman look out. Stupid, he thought bitterly, 'don’t you know that you can see through the window after dark? What he saw wasn’t quite what he expected.

    She is tall, about up to five foot nine. ’She is probably sixteen or seventeen, with flame-like red hair. Almost looks strawberry-blond,’ he thought with amazement. ‘Her eyes were a shifting emerald green. No! Wait they’re a gray blue. Her eyes change color! I’ve never met- or seen- anyone that eyes changes color!!! , ‘he thought with a note of admiration. Her lips where ruby red, and shaped like a heart.

    The young woman looked down, and she locked eyes with him for just a moment. He saw a warm red color spread on her cheeks and already knew what she saw. He was what people (women) liked to call the perfect lover. He was tall, and he had the most electric blue eyes. (or as some call it ‘bedroom eyes.’ I think its bull but oh well,) he had raven black hair, and he had just the faintest hint of a mustache on his upper lip. He had mussels sticking out everywhere (he was the only person he knew that had a 16 pack.) ‘Tall dark and handsome’ he thought bitterly.

    The young woman’s face paled suddenly, and she turned rolled her eyes and shut the curtain.

    “Dang she is hott. Tisk, Tisk to bad she’s about to die.” No! he felt someone hit him on a pressure point and everything went black.



    Earlier this evening

    6:00



    “they’re almost he-err, they’re almost he-err!” my sister sang. She was six years old and so annoying. She had been singing the same song for two hours STRIAGHT! Try remaining sane wile listing to that! It is the worst kind of torturer ever!

    RIIINNNGGGGG! RINGALINGGGGG! It was the phone. ‘Maybe it’s the family calling to say why their late!’ I thought bitterly. “I’ll get it mom!” I called upstairs to her. “k sweetie!” she yelled back at me. ‘mothers’ I thought sadly ‘can’t live without em’

    So I walked over to the phone and answered it recognizing the number.

    “yahello?” I asked.

    “Heyyy girl happy late 15 th birthdayyyy!” said a familiar voice.

    “Alex you remembered! Thank you even though you’re a day late.” I said jokeing around with her.

    “So? At least I remembered. I have to go, ttyl.” She said takeing me litterly. hmph some friend she is.

    “Please stop saying that!” I begged. i have a strong irritation to texting talk

    “TTYL!” she said right before she hung up
    i supressed a groan as i hung up the phone. "well at least someone rememberd my birthday." I grummbeled as I sat down on the couch again.





    ok thats part of the first chapt. biggrin i hope people liked it sweatdrop it took me forever to think of this 3nodding plz read biggrin