I see a perfect man's silhouette outlined against a dank, dirty wall. I am so afraid I have tremors running down my sides and shrink back against the pavement, too scared to scream. I followed him here, after he promised to show me a shortcut to my countryside home west of Dallas. Stupid, stupid me. Following a stranger down a dark alleyway into an enclosure that looked like a slaughtering house for young girls such as myself. For forgetting EVERY WARNING I had ever received about strangers, kidnapping, and wandering off where no one knew where I was. I had been so stupefied by his beauty that I hadn't noticed where we were heading, or comprehended his illustrious, dark red, almost black, eyes under all that shining, lustrous, gorgeous, mahogany hair. As I cower there I hear him remarking about how "it won't hurt a bit", something usually said when there will be a lot of pain involved. And what was "it"? Right now I am thinking it would be better not to know. And certainly not to find out. Somehow, I get the feeling I have no choice. Hmmmm. I wonder why. Oh no. He's edging closer, bit by bit, crouching into an attacking position, as if he meant to pounce on me. Oh god oh god oh god. What does he have in store for me? Please, please, please let me go. Don't kill me! "Your wish is my command" he replied to my THOUGHTS. There as a great whooshing in and out into the air. I wondered what it was until I realized, I was hyperventilating. He swiftly leaped into the air, across the little space left between us, and abruptly everything went black. The last thing I remembered, was the feeling of his ice cold lips across my throat, then excruciating pain.
AN: i think this one is the best one yet. Reviews make me update faster ;)
PS: I do not know where i will go with this one. so far it's all my own, but i do not know if i will include twilight characters. so here's my compromise:
All twilight characters, places and ideas are owned by the wonderful Mrs. Stephenie Meyer.