Its three weeks before the wedding (Post Eclipse). Bella begins to notice changes in herself and soon discovers that its all part of a terrible secret. Trying to bear the burdens of a past liffe, in which she sold her soul for love and wound up in darkness, Bella must fight her insticts in order to cave the ones she loves. The question is, if she is cursed to be evil, even after her insticts, will there still be enough room in her heart fr Edward? Is there love strong enough to survive even this? Preface sucks, I'm working on chapter one. Please tell me what you think of my idea. Chapters will be longer. Please R and R!
Preface
There are creatures that walk among man, innately evil and born to kill, but they can still redeem themselves if they chose to. These are the Vampires. Compelled by blood, their survival will always depend on the death of others; human, animal, always someone or something must be sacrificed to these crystallized beings. Suffering is unavoidable, but life and love can still triumph over evil, as some vampires would find.
There are also creatures that walk among wolves; men that morph into giants to protect their people. These are the Werewolves. Warm, yet frightening, they destroy to save. Also capable of love, but, due to their instincts that engulf them once they embrace their true form, many are also capable of deep heartbreak.
Each creature carries a burden, but what if there was another kind, a darker kind, that was both Vampire and Werewolf? These creatures have never been heard of; humans that kill in animal form. For these monsters, there is no escape. They are evil. They thrive on pain, suffering, and blood. Love is a game in which affection is bait and once caught, the prey surrenders themselves, and the darkness spreads. Once someone is changed there is no returning to humanity. They never have a choice. These are the creature that represent the very essence of hell on earth. These, are the shadow people.
What would motivate someone to commit themselves to a life in unredeemable darkness? Could love be that strong? Can love die when it is submersed in hate? Can that hate live on even after death, and if so, could it still be strong enough to shake the foundation of even the deepest love ever felt?
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London, mid 1800s
My head spun as the blood pounded in my ears from the terrible secret that made me feel like an animal in a cage; a cage of crystal chandeliers and ridiculous balll gowns. None of this mattered now. Even among the fine English elite, my mind and my body begged to be released from their human form. To take life, to escape from this well-decorated inferno would be heaven to me. The elaborately clothed upper class twirled in a series of complicated dance steps as the musicians played with elegant harmony. Each movement was like a knife stabbing at my hunger. The blood pulsing through their veins beckoned me. Maddened by instincts I fled from the room searching for the nearest balcony that would allow me to escape.
I was already starting to change as I tore of my custom made blue gown and threw the monstrocity into a vase that flaunted itself beside the French doors that would lead me outside. Once I reached the balcony, without thought or reservation, I flug myself over the edge. I landed on all four, in natural form at last. Blood. Death. Pain. These things were my sustenance. I sprinted deeper into the forest, my humanity quicky disapering behind me.
I had known the cost the moment I had taded my soul for love. I had known the consequences. I swore myself into a world of darkness. Now me, and whoever I may become in the next life will be marred by this curse. Deomons seperated from everyone by the burden of my choice. I shall die, but my choice will live. I chose love, and got nothing in return but a life trapped walking among humans, a menace to all of them, a curse to myself, my futures lives, and anyone that falls into the trap of loving me.