Three days passed and Violette had put ‘Twilight’ at the back of her mind. It sad in a solitude spot on her desk, untouched. On the third day she finished her work an hour before her day ended. So she was twirling in several times in her chair when her eyes feel upon the book. Reaching for it she cursed herself silently for having forgotten it, and turned over the back to get the synopsis.

Ha! A vampire book for teenagers, come on Andrea… Violette thought to herself. But then again she did still have an hour to waste. So she hesitantly opened the book and began reading.

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Two hours later when she paused to go to the bathroom, her floor was nearly empty. So instead she gathered her things and headed across the street to her favorite coffee house.

Once comfortably positioned and caffeinated she continued on.

Saying she was enthralled may have been an understatement. She felt a pull to this book that Edward felt to Bella. She couldn’t seem to read fast enough.

Many more hours passed and still she sat glued to her seat. When the coffee house lights flickered their warning to close Bella was walking into the ballet studio to meet her fate. Violette grudgingly closed the book and headed home to finish the story she was so wrapped up in.

On her drive home she started thinking about how surprised she was in her behavior. This Violette was one she had not seen in so long. It had been years since she had been so excited about anything, let along a book! But there was something about this book that was, dare we say beautiful to Violette. The love and the passion seemed to call to her, willing her to seek out the same in her life.

She sighed heavily as she arrived at home, grabbing a granola bar. She changed into her favorite sweats and curled up in her favorite chair to finish the end of the book.

That night when she finished the book her head was spinning in the story. When she went to bed she dreamt vivid dreams of a handsome vampire, not unlike Edward himself. His face was of flawless beauty and his eyes seemed to pierce into her very soul. In her dream her and her mystery vampire where twirling in graceful circles around an empty ballroom lit in candle light. He leaned into her for a kiss, but at the last moment his mouth moved to her neck, trailing kisses softly to the nape. She gasped for air at his touch. He leaned back to smile at her then opened his mouth baring his teeth. Shinning and sparkling he leaned back down with frightening speed to sink them into her skin.

She woke up with a start clutching her neck. She peered around her room, seeing that it had only been a dream and lay back down. Closing her eyes she remembered the dream, the beautiful ballroom had such detail for a dream. The cream walls covered in molding and design, the open archways that let in the full moonlight. The candles that lit the room itself seemed to be everywhere, lining the walls in ornate silver holders, along the floor, even on the patio she caught a glimpse of outside the archways. The shining hardwood floor had felt like air beneath her feet as she had moved. And she saved the best part for the last, the man that had been guiding her along. She began thinking about the perfect man, and stopped. There was nothing there in her mind. It was as if he hadn’t been in the dream at all. She remembered him being there, but she could not recall his face, clothes, or anything about him. How strange she thought to herself.

But then there was one thing she could remember. The threat of his teeth at her neck, and the way they looked shinning in the candle lights. It sent chills up her spine, and she was sure that was something she wouldn’t soon forget.