chapter one:Meeting my problems...oops i mean problem

My life ever since I was twelve has been a great black hole (I think you should try rewording this sentence: Ever since I was twelve my life has been a great black hole). The only thing that fills that hole is the regrets of my past. Unfortunately, the black hole known as my life is filled [s]too[/s] to the brim; since I have done many regretful things. They were felt? (Try to use stronger verbs in place of "was" and "were". Sometimes use you really need these to be verbs, other times you don't and can replace with them with a stronger verb.) necessary at the right moment, but I never said they were the right choices. Some I would have done over again; others I would have changed. Of course, some people assume I’m the type of girl that wears black, hates the world, and loathes the past… when I am the [s]exacted[/s] opposite of that. I don’t always wear black I have red and blue….. not all of my past is regretful just the most Vidal (vital?) things….the world is a cruel place which brings me to the decision that I do not hate the world I am just cruel like it.


Cruel is the higher level of the word mean which in this case would be correct .A girl interrupted, by her own mistakes. Do you ever feel like you’re trapped in a nightmare that will never stop; a nightmare that soon becomes your sweet dreams at night? I feel like that every single day. Ever since I moved to Kansas it has gotten worse. My mother isn’t who she used to be ever since she [s]has[/s] had gotten re-married to the devil's (I think Satan's son will have more powerful impact) son.


Why did she marry him anyways? I mean he is so bossy and so cruel. He is not perfect for her at all… in fact he is ruining her (Okay, this is telling. Let's see this happen in the story). I bet that this whole moving thing was his idea. God, my mother was always a pushover. And the fact that she broke down to it makes me so angry I just want too…………(You have too many ellipses here) But I can’t because some how things always turn out his way. A sigh escaped my mouth; I couldn’t believe that this would actually happen to me. My life was so perfect before he showed up. Hating the fact I have to see him everyday, I rolled out of bed to a sitting up position.


“I have a major headache…. Another horrific day oh joy,” I said [s]sarcastically[/s] (We already know he's sarcastic). I shifted my body towards the full length mirror on my dresser. My red p.j shirt and my black pj bottoms were slightly cricked on my body; my honey blond hair was all over the place and my glassy green eyes looked drowsy. But I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that I had actually woken up by myself this morning. (New sentence)Usually my mother is my alarm clock. An aroma filled the air as I got up and opened my door to the hall way. The smell of spicy peaches and cinnamon toast carried all out through the hall ways. My favorite breakfast cooked by someone else that is not me? Something’s up. I rushed down stairs too see who was down there


“Good morning, Jaz. I cooked you breakfast your mother told me what your favorite was,” Ugh, I hate when people who know you hate them do something nice for you.


“You know I hate you and yet you’re trying to get on my good side?” I shook my head and went straight to the refrigerator. He smiled at me and laughed.


“Your mother said you were a little bitter about the move…., A little bitter? He must not have understood the statement I said in the begging of this conversation. I pulled out the orange juice carton and a glass. “Yes, well I know you probably hate me now, but I’ll grow on you-,”I interrupted his sentence before he got the impression that we could ever be more then acquaintances.


“Let’s get something straight right now Cole… you will never be my father and we will never be related in my book. We are strictly acquaintances. I don’t like that my mother married you… in fact I think you are ruining her .From her once world view of independence you’ve twisted that into a whole other level of insecurity. And you know what you need to take this nice shit and through it out the window before you get seriously injured by me,” My words over flowed with anger. He may have fooled my mother with his tall height, curly yet bed head dirty-blond hair, and hypnotic frosted blue eyes… but he won’t fool me.


“Plain and blunt… In seconds he was behind me and whispering in my ear. “I like it,” How the heck did he do that?!? His cold yet soft hands trailed up the side of my body. I closed my eyes in pleasure. What the heck am I doing? I want to pull away but something is stopping me. Could he be one of them…?


“Your one of them aren’t you, I opened my eyes in a flash. My stomach turned at the wait of his answer. His warm breath started to tighten as he breathed on my neck. “Your veins run with the blood of the inn-…. He cut me off with his hands gripping my arm tight.


“Fucken say it… say what I am… don’t say the code,” The pain rushing up and down my arm… my circulation getting cut off. I fell to my knees in pain screaming. Every vampire knew the code was to be said every time we met up. But he is different


“You know the code- , he squeezed my arm tighter. “Vampire… satisfied,” I said softly. He smiled and let go of my arm. Breathing heavily I looked up and his face disgustedly. “No, wonder you wanted us to move… you wanted me as far away from Ephadore as possible. Which means your people are taking over-,” His smile now went from ear to ear.


“Without Ephadore’s protector they will be helpless against every attack we put on them, he laughed and bent to my ear. “Quiet frankly my dear, I expected a little bit more from Ephadore’s finest,” he whispered then got up and left to go up stairs. A door soon slammed after that; that man went up to a room…. and had the nerve to slam the door.


I gripped my hands into a fist. How dare he! How dare he come into my life and try to ripe it from the roots….. I got up and stomped upstairs to my mom’s room. I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I pounded on the door with vengeance.


“Mom!!! We have to talk,” she opened the door slightly. My mother had always had on the same purple silk pj’s I brought her from last Christmas. She never wore anything else but those pj’s to bed. A smile then was plastered on my face when I saw the pj’s; her chocolate brown hair was so messy like she had just done a quickie. The smile that was once on my face quickly faded when she spoke.


“What sweetie?” Her voice was calm and just. I stared at her with determination, as I flung the door open. How could my mother, aka the traitor, be so calm! Didn’t she hear me screaming?


“Mother I hate your… husband he is so obnoxious and not to munch in that he is out to get me! Where in hell did you meet him?” I waited impatiently for an answer. She just stared at me with a smile… like she knew I was going to say that.


“I know this hard for you to take since your father just disappeared like that…. But me and Cole are married now… you have to accepted that sweetie,” my mother was so irritating at times. She’d just act so innocently in love that she was blinded to my fury and anger.


“I didn’t ask you about why you married him or how I was accepting it in the matter, did I? I asked where did you meet him,” Irritatingly, she looked at me with anger.


“Don’t you dare take that tone with me young lady? I am your mother and will be treated that way. As for your question, I met him at Carols dinning Experience. He was about to grab my order when I went up there to show them my receipt. I caught him just before he was about to go. You see he was the order before me and you know mama don’t play when it comes down to putting food on the table. So naturally I told him off…. But when he spoke there was something pleasant about it. Like I was hypnotized…. Or under a spell of love…. Almost as if he wasn’t human,” she stared in space for a while then looked at me in a strange way… like she knew something… that I knew. I raised one eyebrow as if to say you know?


“Mom, he is-, she cut me off before I could say anything more. She nodded her head to say she already knew. “If you knew, why did you even consider…,”my mother‘s room was the only room that had a private bathroom every other room had to share the two in the left hallway. Can you guess who came out of it? That’s right Mr. I want to kill your daughter so she can’t stop my evil plan.

“You ran out of toilet tissue…I,” He looked at me in a surprised way…. Oops never mind. Sorry, I get confuse when he WONT SHOW HIS EMOTIONS!!! He was wraped in a bathrobe and had no shoes on.


“Mother why is he in here?!?....., OMG! They didn’t….. “You guys won’t dare do… well you know,” They looked at each with big loving smiles on there faces. My mother signaled that he should tell me, but he signaled the she should tell me. What the heck? “What ever you are trying to tell me get it over with right now,” I demanded. One of them should get this straight I will not be moved by anything… He looked at me with such hate in his eyes… at least I think it was hate…


“Your mother is pregnant….,” Say what... I misunderstood that sentence…. Did he just say my mother was…..? My mother is an independent type of gal… she would never…


“Your lying… mama say it an’t so…, the words came out like gravel. I couldn’t believe she would… and for her to…. Without asking is …. “I want you out of my life and out of this house!!!” I pointed at him with anger. How dare he just….


“Look Jaz just list-,”I couldn’t bear to hear her talk; so I left in a hurry out of the room. Why did he think he owned everything…? He’s got...

“It’s rude to leave the room when someone is in the middle of a sentence,” He put his hands on my shoulder to stop me, but I shook his hand off me and kept walking.


“I said I want you gone didn’t I?” Attitude was spilled all over the sentence. A hand pushed me to the wall; I looked at him in the eyes with such unease.

“Where are you going in such a hurry… hmm?” his skin felt hard like a rock… his breath as cold as snow in the winter time... And his eye….What the heck!!! He is showing emotion… but it’s not hatred he has for me. Is that greed, and lust in his eyes?


“I have a wedding to go too. After I planned your wedding aunt Rachel ask me if I’d plan hers and we are choosing food right about now so if you don’t mind,” I pushed his hand off me and looked at him intensely. He put himself a few inches away from my face...almost kissing distance. My body felt like falling... My nerves are going wild and I can’t stop thinking about out current predicament.


“I want you….”

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