A/N: Hi everyone! I haven't really been loyal to fanfiction and to anyone that has read my other two stories...I'm really, really sorry about that but I'm getting back on. A ton of bad stuff was happening in my life...my 15 year old brother snuck out and we didn't know he even did until the cops brought him back and then he almost snuck out again...apparently he has mental issues. I swear sometimes my life has more drama than most reality TV. I finally have my own laptop now though! It was terrible having to share with almost everyone in my house...especially because I hate writing in a place where everyone can see me. I like to be secluded when writing so I'll be writing a lot more than I did when I was on. Enough of me telling you guys about my problems...ON WITH THE STORY!
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters (sadly). They all belong to the wonderful Sephanie Meyer!
Preface
I never thought my life would end this way. Suprisingly, I was content with the fact that I was about to die. I would never mind dying by the hands of a beautiful killer. Maybe, instead of being my killer, he was my angel. Sent to me to take me wherever I may go after I die. Beautiful angled face, extremely pale yet flawless skin, the most amazing lips, and the prettiest eyes, the color of liquid butterscotch. I was afraid of what he was going to do to me, yet, at the same time, I couldn't look away, couldn't turn to run. I was paralyzed by this beautiful stranger's beauty and ability to look like an angel and a demon at the same time. He looked conflicted, like he didn't want to kill me but had to. I watched him as, instead of going to me, he went to man that had almost taken away the one thing that mattered besides my life. As I stood, paralyzed with fear now rather than by his beauty, I saw the life in the eyes of my attacker drain instantly, being sucked out of him by the stranger that may be more of a devil than I first thought. He was drinking the man's blood. I screamed, something I never thought I had in me tonight. Why hadn't you come earlier when the man was taking of my shirt? I thought. The stranger looked at me, eyes now a crimson color, and slowy walked torwards me. I screamed again. "I'm sorry." he said in a velvety voice.
That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.
A/N: Like it? Hate it? Too many commas(I tend to do that a lot)? Tell me! This is the first time I'm trying something really dramatic so give me all the feedback you guys think I need. This is the preface so the chapters will be longer. Trust me. PLEASE COMMENT!
~CaseyCullen~
