Blood Melodies Chapter 1: The Impaled Man, a twilight fanfic

Hello. This is my second story, hope you like ^-^.

Twilight and everything in Twilight belongs to the great Stephanie Meyer, not me. Obviously. Review, please.

Please remember that none of my stuff is beta'd (hope that's the right term). So, don't kill me for minor mistakes!

Enjoy! :)

The Blood Melodies

I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Anna- Anna Riddle. Right. So far so good, yes? I'm seventeen years, six months and three days old. I'm not going to get into the seconds and stuff; I can't be bothered. Seriously, who has that kind of time? And who cares, anyway? I should just have said 'I'm seventeen' and left it at that! But I digress. At any rate, I'm about 5"6, with a reasonably fit body -not crazy fit, mind you, I'm not that bothered (See? See? I'm lazy) but okay- with curly black hair and blue eyes. Those are my best features: my eyes and my hair. My skin is freckled and turns lovely and lobster-y in the sun, and as I said, my body is okay, not great.

So, my hair? Why is it so great? I'll tell you why: It falls in big, fat, delicious curls, framing my face and neck. I usually have it in a bun at the base of my neck. I'm boring and lazy like that. My eyes are big and a strange navy-blue colour. They kind of dominate my face. Under the freckles, of course.

I'm sitting in my room, at my desk, when I hear the shouting down stairs. I pluck my iPod from my pocket and plug it into my ears. I bite my lip. I can still here the shouts. I turn up the volume. There. Safe.

The people shouting are my parents. They are Trudy and Henry Riddle, and they are arguing. Again. It hurts when they do. At first, they just argued at night, when they thought I was asleep, or (I'm pretty sure) when I was at school. Now they don't bother. And I hate it. The voices raise volume again and I slam my book down. I can't study if they don't get over themselves, dammit.

I bang my way down the stairs as Mum comes out of the kitchen. Perfect. I open my mouth to tell her to keep it down when she sends me a death glare.

"Oh, don't you start, too!" she shouts. Meet my mum. Trudy. Yes, this is an ideal introduction, I know. I'd say she's better usually, but she isn't. She's either screaming or depressed. Dad is usually either glacier-mode or ignoring everything. Everything includes me, in case you're wondering. After all, who'd pay attention to Avery Riddle? I'm just... There. A nothing, really. I only feel worth something when I'm asleep. Dreaming. Or listening to music; I love music, it makes me feel...well. Doesn't matter. ...Good. But who cares?

I frowned at her. "I just-"

"Oh, well then!" Mum shouts. "Well, if it's about you, it can't wait, can it? You are spoiled beyond belief! I can't believe you would take your fathers side on this!"

I gape at her. "What?"

"You always show favouritism! It's always 'Dad' this and 'Dad' that and 'Dad, look at this!'"

I'm still gaping. "But- Mom! He's Dad! Showing I like him best is like saying I like ice sculptures best, it's..."

"Oh, never mind!" she says, seething. She hates Dad. I hate living with them like this. But they're both hardcore Christians who don't believe in divorce, or communism, or free samples... So, I'm going to have to put up with them hating each other until I move out.

I run back upstairs, eyes smarting like they always do when I fight with Mom. It's stupid, I know. But I feel so betrayed when she looks at me like I'm a worthless, ignorant wretch who will never, ever live up to her standards.

Screw that. I change out of my sweatpants and tank top with Micky Mouse on them and throw on a pair of jeans, a red top and a pair of rather battered Converse with song notes on them. I'm addicted to music. I stick my iPod in my pocket, and slip the earphones in. As I open the front door, Dad frowns at me.

"Where are you going?" he asks dully. I shrug.

"A walk."

He turns away. "Be back by dinner." He's already forgotten me, though. He tunes the world out. He tunes mom out. He tunes me out. Out. I shake my head and lock the door behind me.

There are some woods behind my house, that are picketed with nature trails and picnic areas. I shiver at the cold and wish I'd brought a jumper. With my luck, those grey clouds are going to start raining at any second. I refuse to go back inside, though. Mom will attack me out of nowhere, and Dad... Well, Dad'll just sit there impassively until they start fighting. No, a little bit of cold never killed anyone.

I head deeper into the forest, using an unfamiar route.

Drip.

I frown. I didn't realise there was a stream nearby. I gingerly step away from the path and follow the noise.

Drip.

I scream in horror and fear and shock and horror and fear- oh my god. Breathe. It's okay, but it's not okay, oh my god. There's a body, impaled on a branch above me. Upside down. I can see the guy's face. The eyes are wide open and staring. Blood is dripping onto the forest floor, like poison. It's not a stream, not a stream at all. His innards are spilling out, and blood is leaking from what looks like his exposed intestines, up his stomach, staining his shirt, and down his throat, dripping from his forehead to the ground- right in front of me.

I realise I'm still screaming. I stop shakily, and reach for my phone- before remembering that it's at home, in my jumper pocket. I can't curse, I'm too frozen inside from the horror of it, and I try to stumble back into the path, but I can't remember which way I went.I let out a strangled cry, tears running down my cheeks and leaving trails of mascara.

I scream when a cool hand goes around my neck and pulls me violently backwards, another arm around my stomach, pinning me to a body made of stone. I cry out in panic.

Girl, Found Brutally Murdered After Being Horribly Raped In Woods...

The headline flashes sickeningly in my mind. My breathing comes out choked. The man -oh, shit- chuckles darkly into my ear.

"What a lively one we have here," he says, in a voice too smooth for comfort. "Don't you think so, Val?"

A woman emerges in front of me and smiles. "I don't know, Vic... She wouldn't be so lively bloodless..."

Bloodless? What the hell?

The woman comes into focus. She has long, strawberry blonde, curly hair, and is wearing a purple thong and American-flag tank top with bright yellow high heels and a holey grey anorak, with thigh-high leopard print socks. An electric blue beanie and orange leg warmers complete the look. She is also, despite her weord clothes, utterly gorgeous. But it's hard to appreciate considering she is covered. In. Blood.

The man behind me laughs, and I feel the hand around my waist, pinning me, slip up my shirt. Okay, no way I'm going down without a fight. I swing my legs up an back, and feel my foot hit between his legs.

Dammit, no touchy, perv! He lets go (more out of surprise than excruciating pain, I think) and the woman, Val, laughs.

"She is feisty," she chuckles.

Oh my god. I think the guy -Vic?- is covered in blood, too. It's seeping through my top. I retch emptily. A guys blood is going through my shirt, on my skin. Val is suddenly right in front of me. Woh, that was quick. I must be more panicked than I thought. I turn to run, but she fists my shirt and pulls me close, until our noses are nearly touching. She smiles nastily.

"What an interesting little one you'll make..." she whispers softly. I feel a drop on my head and nearly throw up. Oh my god. I'm right underneath the impaled man. I hope he's dead. Oh god, he can't still be alive, the state he's in. Val smiles and I feel Vic behind me, a deadly creature. I don't think either of them are... human. She swipes at her eyes, and I look at the fingers she sticks in front of my face. Contacts. Brown contacts?

I look up and feel my heart skip a beat at her red eyes. My throat is dry. She smiles disconcertingly and throws me on the forest floor, my skin burning from the friction. I hear a crack! and then my ribs are on fire. I think they're broken. No, no, no!-

Suddenly, Vic is on top of me and his head ducks, biting -what the hell?- into my left shoulder. Which is now on fire. Then he's being ripped of me and Val is straddling me.

"Night-night," she whispers, before biting my other shoulder. My body bucks wildly and then I'm in so much pain I can't hear anything. I can't see. The burning pain is everywhere, killing me. I can't take much more.

"What is your name?" I hear Val whisper into my ear.

"Anna," I say, the lump in my throat choking my words. "I'm..." Pain.

Please review! Also, I'm keeping this rated T- and no citrus surprises. For all the lovely UNperverted fanfiction people out there. Not that there's anything wrong with perverted, per se, but I'm kind of enjoying scaring the crap out of my main character more than anything else... ^-^.

Oh, the fun I shall have.