A/N: Hey everyone this is another story that I have been thinking about doing for awhile. I know that there is a bunch of stories like this one but I couldn't help myself. I had to do it. I hope you all like this one as much as you like the other one. Please review!!!!!!

"Alexandra!" I heard my mo scream.

It sounded like she was in pain. I ran down the hall and into the living room to see a man standing over my mom's body. There was two holes on the side of her neck. It looked like she was lying in a pool of blood. I turned and ran. I didn't get far because the man that was standing over my mom grabbed me. I tried screaming but I couldn't breath. I need air. He's suffocating me. I felt my body give up on fighting him. He had me. I couldn't get away. I felt really dizzy. My eyes closed and I was asleep.

(Five hours later.)

I woke up in a bedroom. I looked around frantically. There was one window with bars on it. I'm a prisoner! How did this happen? How did I get here? Who brought me here? Then everything started to come back to me. I was kidnapped. But who kidnapped me? I sat up in the bed. I glanced to my right and saw a bathroom and a walk-in closet. I looked to my left and saw a door and a full length mirror. I walked over to the door slowly. I was still really dizzy. I noticed the walls of the room were a purplish color. I grabbed onto the handle and tried to turn it. I found out it was locked..... from the other side. I stomped back over to the bed. I needed to figure out a way out of here. I'm so hungry. What about school? My friends? My mom? Oh my god! He killed my mom! I have to get out of here he might kill me too. There is no way out of here. This isn't fair. I hadn't done anything to deserve this. I went to school like I was supposed to. I did my homework and classwork. I got good grades. I didn't hang out with the wrong people. I was going to be turning seventeen in two days. My mom told me that she was going to take me to Forever Hair to get my hair done for my birthday. I like my hair now but I wanted to do something crazy with it. Right now it is brown with blond highlights in it. My eyes are blue. Everyone I meet tells me how much they love my eyes. I was kind of pale. But not like the unhealthy looking pale. It was more like I cant get a tan pale. I turned my head to the sound of someone unlocking the door. Please don't kill me. When I looked up I saw a very pale guy standing in the doorway. He had bronze hair and bronze eyes. He closed the door. He looked really tall. He walked over towards me. He was skinny but not like he was unhealthy. He looked to be in his early twenties.

"Hello Alexandra! I see you are finally awake. How are you?" the guy asked.

I didn't say anything. I was too scared.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Johnathan but you can call me John." John said.

I didn't move. I was like a deer in headlights.

He walked closer to me that's when I moved. I moved to the other side of the bed. He cocked his head to the side.

"Are you scared?" he asked sounding amused.

I nodded.

He laughed at me. That's when I saw his fangs. That's impossible.

"Why are you scared of me?" he asked.

"You killed my mom!" I accused.

"Actually I just made her go to sleep for awhile." he said clearly amused.

He came closer to me. I got off the bed and backed up. I backed up into the corner. I was trapped. He is going to kill me. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain but I was surprised to not feel anything at all. I opened my eyes and saw John staring at me.

"Why did you close your eyes?" he asked.

"I thought you were going to hurt me." I whispered.

"I could never hurt you." he said.

I didn't believe him.

"By the way you are going to be my wife." he said.

"No I 'm not" I said.

"You don't have a choice sweetheart." he said.

He left the room. I felt the tears run down my cheeks. I am not going to merry him. I threw the glass of water that was on the bed side table at the wall. The glass broke. I screamed in anger. I heard the door open again and heard someone gasp. I turned around and saw a women standing there. She had brown eyes and dark brown hair. She was really pretty. She looked like a model. She was very tall. She looked at the glass all over the ground.

"Did you do that?" she asked.

I nodded.

She sounded really nice but I can't trust anyone. She walked over to the mess and started to clean it up.

"Why?" She asked.

I didn't respond.

"I'm Jenna. And why did you throw this at the wall?" Jenna asked.

"I was mad." I said simply.

She nodded. She continued to clean. She was humming a tune as she cleaned. It sounded nice and peaceful. Why is she in my room?

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I work for John." she said.

I nodded.

"Why?" I pressed.

"Because I need a place to stay and I need the money." she said.

"Is there anyone else here or is it just you and John?" I asked.

"There is one other guy. His mane is Eric. He's kind of your guard. His job is to make sure you don't escape and to take care of you. My job is to take care of you too but I have other things to take care of." she said while looking at me.

She stood up and pointed to the trash can. I picked it up and passed it to her. She smiled.

"Thanks" she said.

I sat back in my original spot on the bed.

"Will you promise not to throw glass cups at the wall anymore?" She asked.

"I can't make that promise but I will try not to." I said.

She nodded.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

"Yes I am" I said.

"I'll have Eric get you something. I have to go take care of my chores." She said.

"Bye." I said.

She smiled and left the room. Once she left I heard muffled voices in the hallway. I was sitting there for about five minutes. I heard someone come in the room.

"Have you heard of knocking?" I said as I looked to see who it was.

My eyes widened. The guy that walked in was tall. He had dark brown hair. He had brown eyes. And he was pale. This must be Eric. He is so gorgeous. Why is everyone so pale?

"Whatever." he mumbled.

He placed a plate of food on the bed side table. He sat down on the sofa that was right across from my bed. I hadn't noticed that there before. I looked at the plate and saw a sandwich and chips. I saw a new glass of water to.

"Thanks" I said.

He nodded. What's his problem?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Eric." he said.

I plopped a potato chip in my mouth.

A/N: Hope you all like it. I promise it will get more interesting as we go along. Please review. ~ winged