Just for everyone wondering were the vamp's are....they don't come in for a while. till the 2ed of 3ed chapter. sorry :) but's it's still good, even before they come in. promise :) and this first chapter might seem a little dull, but it get's better.
Jane's P.O.V.
I felt the sun on my face, the wind in my hair. It was days like this that made me happiest. Laying on a blanket, in a meadow in the forest behind my house. I felt so relaxed, so at ease. It was almost easy to think that the argument never happened. That he had never yelled at me, like he had never slapped me. I reached up and held my cheek. It didn’t sting anymore. Where he had hit me. But I was pretty sure it was still red.
I held my breath, until my head began to swim. My best record was one minute and thirty-seven seconds. This time, I didn’t count. I just wanted to feel better. Not so boring or useless.
I was boring and useless. I knew that much. I was nothing but a plain Jane. Ha ha. That was my nickname. Therefore my name was Jane. Jane Allen. Daughter of the late Eliza Summers. And the step-daughter of John Summers. John Summers. The very reason I was out here at five o’clock in the afternoon, just having the last tear fall from my eyes.
I sighed again and lay back on my elbows. I looked up at the clear blue sky, wishing and hoping that my mother was watching out for me. Knowing that she made a terrible mistake by marrying the second “Love of her Life”. Her first, my father was somewhere far north. I only saw him every summer. But, now that he was a pilot, he moved around America a lot. The last I heard, he was in Alaska. I loved him more then John. I always would even though he walked out on my mother and me when I was only four. I always thought that it was my fault. But my ever-loving mother would never allow that. She said I was the greatest thing that ever happened to her. But then she met John. And everything changed.
John was an alcoholic. That was part of the reason why he had slapped me. He was drunk, and was angry too. He just lost control and then hit me. Like I was some ragdoll, I had let him. After the incident, I ran outside and to here. To my meadow. The only place that I could ever find comfort.
I had moved around so much, that I had never found a place that I could ever call my own. But now I had this meadow. It was much better then my own bedroom, or my own bathroom, or whatever it was that teenagers liked getting for themselves. This was something that no one else knew about. Something that was truly and would always be mine.
I fell back all the way and closed my eyes. I felt like sleeping. Only I couldn’t. Something was tugging at my conscious. There was something that I had to do... But what?
Then I smelt it. Burning? Yes, burning! But what was burning?
Then I distinctively remembered the chicken in the oven. And that John would be to drunk, or passed out to realize that the house may be burning down.
I jumped up and ran through the woods. Maybe all the track practice was a good idea. I ran over fallen down tree trunks, and through tall fern gardens. I jumped over the low fence that separated the woods from my back yard. I dashed to the front of my house and ran inside. The whole kitchen was full of smoke. It was so thick I couldn’t see a thing. The fire alarm was beeping away, which should have woken John up by know. I crawled to the living room, were John was snoring on the rocking chair. I went to wake him up, shaking him by the shoulder. He stuttered, and then opened his eyes with surprise. He erupted into a coughing fit instantly.
“What the hell is going on?!” he demanded.
“Well, the food..I forgot about it,” I don’t know why he was questioning me at a time like this.
“You can’t do anything right, can you? Why”—cough—“can’t you do”—cough—“anything right?”
“John! It doesn’t matter right now! Let’s not play twenty questions. We’ve got to”—cough—“get out of here!” I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the house. We ran over to the other side of the house. People were coming out of there houses to watch as the house flamed up. I heard John grumble, but I tried to ignore him. Our house was on fire! And all he could do was complain that I didn’t something wrong?
The firemen were coming down the hill toward our house now. They rushed to a stop in front of our house. I watched as they took out the hoses and sprayed down the house. The large flames that were once licking the house were now disappearing. Funny how as easy as it had started, it was even easier to stop it. It looks like I’ll be moving...again.
Author notes: a little dull i know. but it get's better. promise :) oh and i think the vamps will be in the next chapter. and a bit of a disclaimer: this is sort of like Twilight, By Stephenie Mayer, what with the human moving, meeting a vampire and falling in love, but it's still a lot A LOT different. promise :)
