AN: Hello everybody! So, this story sorta came up to my head when I was reading 'The Short Second Life Of Bree Tanner'. I read at how awesome everything was in the newborn army and daydreamed for quite some time on possible scenarios which I thought would be awesome. So then came this wonderful dream of inserting my very own OC in the plot line and finally finding a friend for Fred.
So this story is basically revolving around my OC's POV during the timeline of her transformation to the end of Eclipse. Will I continue after that, I don't know. I have this nasty streak of letting my stories hang dry on the windowsill once my drive is gone. Who knows whether I will complete this story too. But for now, just enjoy as I spout the most ridiculous nonsense of 'The Life Of A Newborn!'
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Twilight Saga. I'm merely a harmless person with a big jar of cookies.
It was dark. The sun had long set in the horizon of Seattle. A lone teenager of 16 years, bid farewell to her drunk companions at the bar and headed out to the cold night. Fearing it might rain any second, the girl put her hood up and rubbed her hands together for warmth. She slung her shoe bag behind her back and gave a slight jerk to reassemble the bags comfortably.
Her brown sneakers squeaked on the slippery road as she made her way back to her shabby home, knowing her good-for-nothing father will be there, slapping a prostitute or just drinking himself dry. The girl gave out an exasperated sigh and plugged her iPod to her ears when she felt a breeze came past her.
Instinctively, she spun around, surprised that something could have gone so fast pass her. She looked around, confirming there were nobody there, and continued her walk back home only slightly nervous. A swish of wind went past her ear and she turned around for the second time, heart beating like a mad man. Her eyes grew fearful and she continued her way back, her pace quickening.
Swish. The wind went pass her again and she felt sure that somebody or something was following her. Her heart skyrocketed and her breathing quickened. Swish Swish. Closer the sounds came to her and she was certain she not alone. She had unknowingly walked herself into the most empty area of the neighborhood. The shops were closed, the curtains drawn.
She panicked when she felt a hand brushing her forearm and disappearing just as suddenly. She ran towards a shop, seeing the lights dim inside and pounded on the door.
"Help! Somebody! Help!" She cried, tears brimming her eyes. She was utterly frightened and panicked. A trashcan toppled itself over behind her with a bang and the girl turned in horror, sensing her follower had did that. Abandoning the shop, she ran towards a 24 hour bar in hopes to find some security amongst the drunkards. Not more then five meters had she sprinted when she was suddenly airborne.
She crashed into the wall, her shoe bag absorbing a portion of the impact but it left her feeling dazed. She shook her head to recollect herself and the fear reclaimed her body. Picking herself up and running towards the bar, she let out a sigh of relief when she noticed a man opposite the bar. His blond hair stood out in the dark.
"Excuse me, sir!" She cried and hurried to him, scared her pursuer would return when she stopped in her tracks as the man turned to face her. His was drop dead gorgeous, far handsomer then all the boys she had met. His eyes were a velvet red and her skin was pale, as though he had never seen sunlight in his life. But despite of that, something was frightening of him as well. His face was serious and cold and his lips were barred, showing rows of perfect white teeth. He looked dangerous.
She staggered backwards, afraid of what he would do when she suddenly felt someone pinning her arm behind her back. She glanced back to see the blonde man, his teeth barred and scary. How is that possible? she thought and glanced back to the place she first saw the man. The area was empty. Panic strike into her heart as she struggled from his grasp.
A flash of orange hair went past her and the grip of the man released her. But what overwhelmed her was the excruciating pain. The girl glanced at her hand, eyes widening at the sight of a bite on the base of her wrist. Her hand burned as though hell's fire had set upon her. She screamed in pain, tear streaking down her face as the fire crept up to her shoulder and exploding to other parts of her body.
Her body failed her as she clumped on the floor, writhing in total agony. She couldn't hear herself screaming for the pain. The white raging fire had overcome her senses, filling her thoughts at how painful the fire was. She felt like her body was thrown in the inferno of never-ending fire, where water itself could not douse the flames.
Her screams had left her throat hoarse and the blinding light obscured her vision. Amidst her suffering, she did not realize she was carried away in lightning speed. The two figures that carried spoke in rushed voices, contemplating how many there were. The orange haired figure screeched in glee like a spoiled girl whilst the blond figure replied in wariness.
It was all the poor girl could remember before her life took a drastic turn.
So, how was it? I'll stop from here. This chapter is merely the transformation of my character (who's name I will not release until the next few chapters! XD)
Till next time Hombres!
