OOO! Super cool! Everyone seems to be writing vampire stories these days... *sigh*

The beginning of my story...YAY! 

P.S. I'm only posting part of it... It's 6 pages...

Molly White was a Pop Star; she was in all the best magazines, she was a fashion model, a singer, a dancer, and SO much more. She had the blondest, straightest hair, the whitest teeth, and of course, the most glamorous clothes. Molly lived in LA, she was always in the spotlight, and living in ultimate popularity, and fun. She was in the spotlight at all times, and was called “Little Miss Fun.” She did what she wanted, and had everything she ever wished for. 

Molly’s house was a big mansion; she had a butler who followed her around almost everywhere. 

“Molly?” Lance the butler called, Lance was his last name. He came from a family full of butlers, each one’s life went just like this: Learn about butlers, go to butler school, graduate, serve the family you work for, and die. 

Lance’s ancestors' ancestors followed this code; they respected it with black suits and high heads. 

“Molly?” Lance called again, for no one had answered.

Lance walked up to Molly’s room, he knocked on the door, then waited.

Lance was a patient man, he waited at the door wishing he could be a little bit more normal. Being a butler and all, there were a lot of responsibilities, and it was just not normal. You may be asking yourself, why is being a butler not normal? Well, for one thing, Lance didn’t have time to hang with friend (not that he had any...), go to college parties, or any of the usual stuff. He didn’t even have a normal job! Instead of being a coworker at some silly store, or being a talk radio person, he was a butler! That’s why Lance is not normal, and probably never will be. 

Suddenly, there was a huge crash downstairs. Lanced jumped, and he ran down the stairs to the parlor, nothing. The Dinning room, nothing. The Guest room, nothing. The Party room, nothing. Lance was frantic! He ran around the house, two or three times, looking for something unusual, something out of place, something... DIFFERENT! He ran into Molly White’s room, this time without knocking. In there, was EVERYTHING. There was blood covering most of the floor, and Molly in the middle of it. Both of her eyes were wide open, starring at absolutely nothing. She was pale white, and her usual rosy cheeks were gone. Her blue eyes were gray, and her mouth was open, like she was ready to say something. Or scream. Above her, the windows were wide open, and the wind was blowing the curtains all over. 

Lance fainted, right, PLOP, into the sea of red blood. THe red blood of Miss. Molly White. The used-to-be-fashion model, Pop Star, Singer, Dancer, and so much more. She was dead. Dead from head to toe, and Lance couldn’t do anything about that.

Hope you liked it! I have a LOT more... tell me if you like it, and if you don't like it! If you don't like it, please tell the truth. I need to know if people hate it or like it!!!!! Sorry about the mistakes, if there are any... I kind of write a lot, and don't always look back. Hope you enjoyed! Please leave comments now: