Excerpt!!

Hi Everyone! This is a piece of a story that one of my friends and I are writing! After you read it, if you could please post some comments on it, it would be greatly appreciated!! Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it! We haven't yet come up with a title yet, but here it is:


Attention All Girls Ages 15-20
I am a sexy beast looking for the perfect cup of coffee with the perfect girl. So I only have one question for you. What type of coffee do you like?

Mocha Lattes: Please meet me at Cafe La Petit from 8 - 11 a.m.

Caramel Frappucionos: Please meet me at the Street Corner Cafe off of Cerise avenue from 1 - 3 p.m.

Vanilla Bean: Please meet me at Cafe La Ruche from 5 - 8 p.m.

Sammy Nicole Adams glared at the computer screen, her green eyes flaming. "Desperate much?" Internet adds disgusted her. Honestly, if someone wanted so much as a boyfriend or girlfriend, get off the internet and get a life. There not that much at Wal -Mart, Sammy should know. She tried buying a new one. Seems they were all out of pretty popular girls to her dismay. Just for the heck of it, since she didn't have anything better to do, she replied. Fingers flying across the keys, a smile played on her rosy lips that were currently being nibbled on from deep concentration.

Re: Attention All Girls Ages 15 - 20
Hi. I don't know who the crap you are, but I have one thing to ask you. Are you desperate? And by that, I mean desperately insane. Really. I've met some pretty desperate guys in my lifetime, but I think you exceed them by far. Oh, and by the way, coffee really sucks. Hope you have a wonderful day (pervert).

Maniacal? No, the laugh wasn't that evil. Just a small chuckle that mocked him. Sammy hated him already, but she didn't care. She was despised by most, so one more wouldn't hurt. Her eyes closed as she leaned back in her chair. Placing a hand on the her laptop when she was ready to close it, satisfaction etching her features, when a small beep escaped the speakers. Tilting her head in confusion, she sat back up and examined the message on the screen. If she hadn't been in the position she was, she would have fallen out of her chair right then and there. Mouth agape, her eyes moved across the message following every letter once, then twice. "What?!" she yelled. "He wants me to do what?"

To: Sammy0540
Re: Re: Attention All Girls Ages 15 - 20
So you're saying that you don't like coffee. Well, my lady, let us test that theory. May I please have the honor of escorting you to Cafe La Petit tomorrow evening?
Re: Re: Re: Attention All Girls Ages 15 - 20
Did you not understand the part where I called you a pervert? You think I'm going to just go and meet someone that advertised an ad online for a girlfriend, when there is a huge posibility that you are some insane, sex-crazed wannabe who wants to kidnap me? Listen to my words carefully. I...Don't...Think...So. Now goodbye forever you obsessive idiot.

Nope. Never. Not in a million years was the chestnut haired girl going to meet some guy that she just instant messaged asking her to go to some Cafe' La Petit after brutally insulting him. He could be a she for all she knew. Standing abrutly she sent venemous thoughts through cyberspace to him. She wasn't going to waste her time and reply back. No, she had better things to do. "What kind of pompous arrogant man would ask me to get some coffee with him?" She seethed, stalking toward the entrance to her room. The plan was to leave the room and her lap top, go to the football field at her high school and run this guy off her mind. Even if on a Saturday afternoon the cheer leaders or football players were practicing, she would just bowl them over herself. Grabbing her running shoes on the way out, she took a last look around her room, noticing again the dark paint on her walls, the thin layer of green that covered her windows. Finally, she took in her desk, with its wood so worn, every new scratch was but another addition to its intricate design. Her laptop lay on top, causing her to glare at the flashing screen once more. Another reply? No. She wouldn't look. Not even a single glance.

The temptation was to much. Insulting someone through the internet was so much easier then in real life. She couldn't actually degrade anyone in public or to their faces. She didn't have enough self confidence. Everyone saw her as a runner, and that's what she was. No more, no less. Letting loose a heavy sigh she glided back to her seat and sat back down. "Just once more, only one." She told herself nodding in agreement.

To: Sammy0540
Re: Re: Re: Re: Attention All Girls Ages 15 - 20
I cannot fathom why you would insult me so. What, my lady, may I ask, have I done to produce such harsh feelings from you against myself?
Scoffing, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the screen. Who is this english man? Is he trying to seduce me? It might actually be working. Maybe I should go meet him, just to see if his description of himself is as true as he says it is...No. Impossible. She wouldn't do it. It was out of all logic in her brain. Yet...curioiusty got the best of her. She grabbed her wallet and went down La Chataeu to get to Cafe La Petit. When she got there, there was only one man, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with an expensive laptop in front of him, and he seemed to be smiling at whatever was on the screen. His scarlet hair hung in his eyes, making his appearance seem rugged.

Brayden had a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. This girl entertained him, even though he knew she would not respond back. He'd already felt a prescence, but only when he sensed a set of eyes boring into him was it that he turned around to face a girl a few hundred years younger than him, taking in every feature with interest.

His description of himself was degraded. It didn't even come close to what she was thinking now. In her mind, she was saying, he is gorgeous, beautiful, astonishing...nothing words could describe. From afar his features weren't very prominent. All she could tell was he had a pale complection, scarlet hair and dark eyes. Sammy blinked, was that him? He looked older, maybe twenty or twenty-one, but his profile said he was only nineteen and still in highschool. She squinted and stepped closer to the open window, viewing the seats that were remarkably full today. Normally it's not that busy, but when she arrived it seemed to be packed. Frowning, her eyes drifted back to the man who had now turned to look at her gaze, his eyes questioning her. Then his features softened and a smile lit his face. Sammy's cheeks heated when he started waving her over. She immediately looked away and started in the other direction. What gradually started as a walk turned into a run. She didn't know where she was going or why she was running, but she ended up at the high school. She ran until she couldn't any more, and started to head for home. On her way, she passed Cafe La Petit. She walked passed as fast as she could in case he was still there.

When she got home, she headed straight for her room. She strided over to her laptop and deleted all messages from the coffee obsessed maniac. Then she did everything she could, even clean her room, to keep her mind from thinking about him and his soft features, dark brown eyes, beautiful smile..."Oh crap! I really need to get a life." Sammy couldn't believe she was still thinking about him, even after all that she had done to forget his pale skin that was a complete contrast to his scarlet hair, his narrow face and...She was doing it again! She finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted from the days endeavors, lulling herself to sleep with images of her mother's long brown hair, icy green eyes and full lips. She missed her mom so much. But as she dreamed, something new made its way to the surface. It was still her mother, but something was different about her. Changed. Her stare was cold, chilling Sammy to the bone and causing her to look away. Her mother was quickly taking on a new form before her eyes, and Sammy couldn't stand it any longer. She immediately woke to find herself tangled in her sheets, trembling from the horrible vision of her mother that she had seen in her dream.

What the heck was that? The creature had begun as looking like her innocent sweet mother, then contorted into a terrifying beast. Sammy could still hear her pulse pounding in her head. It was then that she realized how deathly quiet her house was. Not a sound but her breathing. The only indication that someone else lived in the house was the scent of Sammy's father's cologne and the aroma of cinnamon and spice easing her incessant heartbeat.

Throwing the bedsheets off of herself, her green eyes scanned the room briefly. Sunday. What should I do? Pondering the few choices she had, her eyes turing to gray, Sammy stood and walked over to her closet. Grabbing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and socks, she stripped off the clothes she had on, put on the new ones, and moved to her computer. As she tried to put on her socks and hop over to her laptop, she fell face first onto the hardwood floor, imprinting her face with the design of the ground. She quickly got up and plopped down in a chair. Sammy watched the screen and clicked the mouse a few times, but instead of smiling at a new email her brother might have sent her, the blood drained from her face and the light in her eyes dimmed.

To: Sammy0540
From: 2sexy4u
Hello love. How are you this beautiful morning? It shall be a wonderful day in the midst of your company.
Anger seeped from the girl's pores. So it really was him. The crimson haired bloke from the cafe was really him. A cld chill crept up Sammy's spine. Honestly, she didn't want to reply. But she couldn't help herself. Cursing, she replied.

To: 2sexy4u
From: Sammy0540
What do you want?
Waiting not even a second later, as if he had known what she would reply, a message popped up on the screen. His reply was in bold cursive, and after reading his reply, the cursive started to scaret the living crap out of her.

To: Sammy0540
From: 2sexy4u
You.
Sammy did her best not to throw anything at her laptop, but a book escaped her grip. She could just feel that sinister curl his lips fromed, knowing that his 'Sammy0540' would be horrified. Well, not exactly his. She would never be his. Silently shutting the computer off, a grim expression on her face, she collapsed back into her chair. "Me? Why me?" She whispered these words to no one, succeeding in only confusing herself more than before.
While thinking these thoughts, she remembered the look on his face when he had seen her standing at the window. She coulnd't quite place it, but it seemed like somthing...different. Unusual. Not the way a guy usually usually looked at any girl. She immediately put those prospects out of her mind and turned her computer back on. She hesitated for only an instant before sending him another message.

To: 2sexy4u
From: Sammy0540
What will it take to get you to leave me alone?

His response was instantaneous.

To: Sammy0540
From: 2sexy4u
Your presence at La Petit Cafe at 4 pm.

Sammy sent one last reply before logging off.

To: 2sexy4u
From: Sammy0540
Stalker.
To: Sammy0540
From: 2sexy4u
May I take that as an acceptance to my invitation?

His replies flashed through her eyes like a child watching flames dance in a fireplace. The only difference was that his messages infuriated her. Who does he think he is? Calling her pet names and asking for her to accompany him for a cup of coffee? Oh god. Was he an internet predator?In a blur of both anger and fear she jumped to her feet, grabbed her small computer and chugged it at the wall and watched it shatter in half. Cheeks puffed out in annoyance, already rosy from her explosion, she stormed out of her room, bombarded down the flight of stairs and finally out of the house letting the door slam on her way. Sammy knew quite well what she had done. She had thrown an expensive piece of equipment that would not be replaced, and slammed a door for, apparently no reason, since no one would feel her wrath in that house. No one was ever home anyway, so she had all the right to let the doors crash behind her. Her father wouldn't yell at her since he had no idea what was taunting his daughter's mind. No, he'd never know.

She walked past the streets around her house and towards La Petit Cafe. As she walked, she had an odd feeling that someone was following her. But when she turned around, all she saw were crowds of people clustered together. She turned around and kept on walking. When she turned a corner, she bumped into someone, falling backward. He caught her just before she touched the ground. When she looked up into those brown eyes, she got lost in their depths. His voice broke her from her hypnotic state. She finally looked at his face and realized that it was the same guy she had seen in the cafe the other day. Sammy quickly turned on her heel to start walking, but he grabbed her with a strong grip, but tight enough that it hurt. The way he was grasping her arm made her look at him again. Anger flashed in her eyes with a few hints of fear.

Sammy felt very apprehensive, taking each step of the staircase slowly. Her father had said to meet him at her school at six for a conference between her, her teacher and himself. Why at six o' clock at night? She honestly had no idea. Was it that a lot of kids were doing poorly? She had to admit she was. What with Brayden, her father, her brother and everyone in between, school was the farthest thing from her mind.Her breathing was calm when she reached the top of the stairwell. Blinking, her eyes scanned the second level of the school. " Why are the lights out?" She whispered, a sudden sickening feeling tugging at her heart. " And where are-" A shriek escaped the brunette haired girl as a loud crash came from the room a few doors down. Rushing over to the sound, she stopped a step or two away from the doorway and hugged against the wall for stealth purposes." Don't you dare hurt Sammy." A male voice seethed." Oh sir, I'd think nothing of it after I'm done with you."" Liar! You'd do anything to get her! Filthy demons!"" We're not demons.. we're vampires."Her heart started to beat abnormally. What was a vampire doing conspiring with her father?Well, as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat."Dad what are you-" Stepping into the room, her eyes adjusted to the darkness by now, she froze. Voice low, trembling she finished her sentence. " Doing..?" Sharp teeth glimmered in the moonlight that poured in from the open windows, a ghastly noise filled the room as fangs pierced skin. Her father's neck. Returning to her childlike phrases she called him how she used to. "Papa?" She questioned, taking a cautious step forward.CrackJumping back, emerald eyes traveled to the floor.A mutilated corpse lay below her feet. She peered at the body lying in front of her and screamed. It was Mrs. Baldwasky, her homeroom teacher. There was blood pooled around her broken body, teeth marks imprinted directly at the artery of her neck which now caused her bones to protrude out at an odd angle. She had gashes near the back of her neck where it looked she had tried to struggle and her eyes were rolled up into the back of her head, making her eye sockets look as if someone had torn them out and left only empty space there. Sure enough, it was her favorite teacher. Mrs. Baldwasky. Sammy's breathing came out in ragged gasps, maybe he didn't know she was here. No, she didn't want to leave her dad, but going after him would be to dangerous and she knew him like the back of her hand. He didn't want her here. His body wasn't moving as the dark figure drank the red liquid that pulsed from her fathers neck. " Papa, i'm so sorry." She whispered.

He could smell her fear, hear her heartbeat quicken. He knew that she would soon turn around and run, and he would chase after her. A smirk played across the man's handsome face as he pulled back from his prey not even bothering to set him down. " Bitter." He said eying the girl. " That's what your precious father tasted like."

The vampire advanced towards her, but she couldn't move her feet, they were rooted to the floor.He was on her now, lifting her hair out of her face, black hair hung in his eyes shadowing hunger his features deplored, Sammy knew them quite well what his intentions were, but there was no way she was going to let it happen.

Giving the man a shove she turned sharply and ran, out of the room and down two stairs before a sudden wisp of air knocked her off balance and she came tumbling down the stairs. No words or screams left her mouth, now she knew what gripped her heart. Fear.

"Where are you going, darling?"