I, in no way own the genius of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series. The characters used in this story are her creations. I only use them in my own fan-filled fantasies. I did create Emily out of my own mind however.
Prologue
She was frighteningly beautiful. Her body was lean and curvy. Long, lush, black hair cascaded down her back. Her skin was white as snow and glistened where the sun peeked through the window. It was so white and beautiful; it made you feel impure just to look at it. My eyes worked up to her achingly perfect face. They skimmed over her long neck, up past her delicate chin, over her straight nose and into her piercing blood red eyes. I gasped. The perfect face gasped. I raised my hand to face. A slender hand grazed the cheek of the goddess. "That beautiful, terrifying woman is me" I thought with a jolt.
I turned from the mirror with a shudder and glanced around the room that held me captive. It was surprisingly beautiful. Decorated in a Victorian style, the bed was hugeand covered in what had to be painfully expensive covers. There were no pictures or posters, no sketchbooks or dirty clothes. It was far too clean and looked like it was straight out of a Better Homes magazine.
Panic slowly ran through me until I could barely stand it. The last thing I could remember was pain. Excruciating pain. Pain that I had never felt before, that burned through me continuously until I thought I would go mad. I closed my eyes trying not to recall all I had felt. I tried to think back before the pain. Muddled pictures of a dark alley and forbidding shadows. It was hard to remember what exactly had happened, but fear seemed to be the strongest memory. I almost started sobbing. I tried to think past that. Loneliness. Darkness. Pain.
"Ugh!" I said softly. "What is wrong with me? Why is everything so unclear?"
My ear twitched slightly as I heard someone walking up the stairs outside of my room. I crouched down in an attack position. I didn't really think. I just felt as my instincts took over. A growl burst through my lips as the door opened and the burn in my throat ignited. I leapt at the throat of my captor.