Hi people!

I am a hoplessly obsessed Twilight fan. You can most of the time catch me on the Twilight chat on Twilighters.Net . I have read all the books that are out thus so far and I am planning to read the next two that are in the Twilight series. Guess what! I finished them all!

I am an aspiring writer. I am working on my own line of books and they will be called the Midnight Rose series. This book is about vampires but is totaly different from the Twilight series. I am looking for a way to publish my books and hopfully I will have them published before long. I am 14 and looking to be a best selling author before I graduate Highschool. So please, keep an eye out for them:) Here is a sneak of the Book Midnight Rose, the first in my vampire series I hope to publish. Email me if you like it @ Gilglad19@msn.com. Here it is, enjoy. Yeah, that's the new one. I'll keep you updated on the story.

Midnight Rose By: Brenda Muns

Chapter 1

Street lamp meeting

I was really beginning to hate my life more and more. Every day it seemed to get worse. And to add onto my growing list of problems, the manager of the apartments I was staying at was breathing down my neck about my months rent.

“Shelly, this is the second time you have fallen down on your payments. You need to pay them or I’ll have no choice but to evict you.” Ms. Ashley Tumbolt griped at me as she chased me up the stairs to my room. She was always doing this to me. Though I couldn’t blame her. I was behind in my payments.

“I told you Ms. Tumbolt. I’ll pay you as soon as I get the raise at work. Honest I will,”-I opened the door to my apartment and turned around to face her, I holding the door-“But please don’t bug me now. I am exhausted and I have had a long day.”

“Shelly,”

“Good-night Ms. Tumbolt.” I said as I closed the door to my room in her face. I didn’t have the energy to keep up with her today. Usually we were okay with each other, but not lately.

I had been falling behind at work at the grocery store. I had lost so many hours so that they could train the new girl, Manny, who I personally thought only got the job because of her model like appearance.

“Or course they would drop me,” I muttered to myself. “You’re the average girl. Nothing special about you.” I sighed. Why the hell did I even bother showing up for work if I was either going to be working like a dog to cover up Manny’s mess or I would just be sent back out the door told that I was not needed today.

Manny was without a doubt beautiful with her black hair and tan skin and her eyes that shone crystal blue. I was not. I had the dullest of brown colored hair that looked brittle, rock colored eyes, and pale skin, which came from living in the Pacific Northwest.

I plopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. What was I going to do if I couldn’t afford the rent? I didn’t know where I would go and I wasn’t about to go back to my parent’s house. That was my whole reason for moving out so quickly in the first place. I wanted to escape that hellhole.

My parents raised me sheltered. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere or do much of anything. Dan-my father- said that they were only doing it because they loved me. His Deep green eyes always seemed to be maddening, and not in the good way. The stubby man was past due to be placed in a mental ward in my book.

Suzy -my mother- was a well-rounded woman with brilliant hay brown hair and eyes that glistened the most fascinating shade of blue. She was an excruciatingly thin woman with snowy skin. Suzy was better then Dan in some aspects but not by much. She had strong feelings towards church and believed strongly in every thing the preacher said, sometimes repeating it back to Dan and I in the living room.

I shuddered. I was not going back. Those people drove me crazy. If it weren’t for them I probably would have been considered normal and at least been accepted by someone. I was the outcast. No one really saw me as much more then that.

It was depressing though. By the time graduation came around, I still hadn’t changed my status. I was still plain, old, strange Shelly with the messed up parents and the honor role. After graduation, it spoiled all my plans for college. I no longer wanted to become a writer. I wanted to be a college dropout, for I knew it would upset my parents greatly.

I began to realize I wasn’t blinking anymore and the ceiling had become nothing but a blur in the fog of my vision. I blinked rapidly and rubbed my eyes, trying to erase the sour, dry feeling that flooded them.

I was beginning to become restless now. There was nothing to do. I glanced at the clock. 7 pm. The day was hardly over to me. I could never get to sleep until 1am and even then it was a forced effort to maintain that schedule.

I pushed myself off my bed and slowly made my way to the chair that was no more then five feet from the bed and plopped down. Listening to the sound the clock made each time the hand moved. It was a steady rhythm. One that seemed to both tame and annoy me. It was a nice sound, a welcome sound after work. Telling me that I had completed another day’s regiment of torture and was free for the day.

But not today. The soothing affect was beginning to ware thin and I had an over whelming urge to throw the clock across the room and watch it shatter. That would provide you with some entertainment I thought to myself and laughed.

I watched the clock a little longer. Trying to see how long it would take before I snapped. I then looked away, disappointed that I had nothing happen to me and then the jitters set in. I couldn’t sit still. I had to leave the room for tonight. Just for tonight. What could happen? Ms. Tumbolt screech at you some more?

I decided to risk it. I flung myself out of my chair and ran for the door as fast as I could. Grabbing my purse and coat on the way out. Ms. Tumbolt poked her head out of her door as she watched me run down the stairs and into the cold Seattle streets. It was a good thing I had decided to grab my coat.

The streets were abnormally quite, only the faint sound of traffic sounding from the distance on the highway. I couldn’t even hear the noise of dogs barking. This was unsettling. I hadn’t thought about it the moment I had left but I was thinking about it now. It was dangerous here at night.

Just last week there had been an article in the newspaper reporting an animal attack and that had everyone baffled. They thought it to be a bear but that couldn’t be. There were no bears in Seattle unless you counted the bears in the zoo.

I shivered. I was scaring myself again. I stopped, grabbing my coat from under my arm and pulled my hands through the sleeves. I had grabbed the one with the faulty zipper.

My fingers reached in the crevasse of the fabric for the zipper and tried tugging it free. I had almost gotten it when I noticed a man walking my way. My heart began to dance and I tried even harder to grab the zipper and pull it up but my shaking fingers made it almost a useless effort.

I couldn’t make out details of the man. Only that he had black hair and was pale white. He was closer now, and then when I could make out every detail of the man –his dark green eyes, his black hair, his beautiful face- he passed me.

My heart would still not be tamed. It was beating against my chest like it wanted to come out and run from whatever danger there was or was going to be. Almost like it thought something would happen.

The zipper of my coat finally went up and I couldn’t have been more pleased. I was coming into areas with bright street lamps and help if I needed it. I felt slightly comforted in that knowledge and walk less hurried to my destination that was now seven blocks away.

I don’t know what made me do what I did. I looked behind me as I normal would do and I saw him. His black hair glistened under the street lamp. His eyes stayed hidden in the shadow. He was menacing to look at.

I turned my head swiftly back around to point in the direction of my destination and quickened my pace. Finally I was there at the Bamboo Garden. Though it wasn’t really my destination at the time, I settled for it as another quick glance behind me told me that the man was still there and that he was coming my direction.

I scampered in through the doors and walked up to the counter to order my dinner. Though I was not vegetarian and hardly liked Chinese food, I was hungry and had to settle for something.

The whole time I waited, my heart thudded for I knew that I was going to have to go back outside, down the deserted streets to my apartment when the order was filled. I didn’t think they wanted me sleeping in their restaurant, and even if they did I wouldn’t have stayed. I didn’t really like the idea of sleeping on a table next to soy sauce and sugar.

Who was it that was out there? Why was he stalking me? Was he a murderer? A rapist? I hadn’t the faintest idea. I only knew that I was not going to get close enough to find out.

“Order number 4?” The little oriental man yelled. I took a deep breath of air and grabbed my order of cowmen, my hunger suddenly disappearing. I had never been in a situation quite like this. It was frustrating and scary because I had nowhere to turn. And I couldn’t really get the cops involved unless I could seriously prove that he was following me.

Sigh. “Shells, get a hold of yourself. Your letting your imagination get the better of you. Just calm down” I said to myself as I stepped out the door. What I had said lasted all of two minutes of walking down the street before I started to panic. HE was already behind me again.

I wanted to fall to my knees and cry but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The other part of me-the bolder one- wanted to turn on my heel and scream in his face and ask him why he was stalking me. But the crying was so much more natural.

Tears started to fall down my face and it was all I could do to stop myself from collapsing. What did he want? I was beginning to think of what my funeral would be like. What the headlines would read.

I had to distract myself. But I had to look back to see if he was still fallowing which of course I knew the answer to.

Distraction, distraction? I wiped all of my tears away and thought of a few things I could do to pass the time. I knew just then what I would do. I began to sing familiar songs. I sang each one and then stayed on my favorite and continually sang it.

I was shocked to realize that I was already on my block and I was happy. My speeded walking had slowed to a casual stroll. I was enjoying myself. My heart jumped. What if the man had caught up to me?

That’s what scared me the most. I turned my head to look behind me and froze momentarily. He was no longer behind. He was beside me, smile on his face. His eyes no longer the dark green I had seen before. They were completely black with flecks of red in them.

I couldn’t help myself. I ran. I had to run. His smile made me think of the way a lion might smile if he were human. It was vicious, fearsome and his teeth were bared. How could I have let him get this close?!

I wanted to go faster but my feet weren’t letting me. It was like they were weighed down with led weights. I was sobbing by the time I entered my room, slammed the door, and leaned against it.

The sobbing worsened and I slid down the door and wailed into my hands. Uncaring of Ms. Tumbolt’s questions of my well-being. I couldn’t answer. Wouldn’t answer. And that’s where I fell asleep, curled in a ball, as I stared off into space.

And that's only the first part of the chapter .

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~Brenda Muns~