The Volturri Girls Series: Marcus
Hey you guys its me greyridinghood67! Okay so its labor day! Yay im off today, so I get to update! Which I know you guys love. So im sitting on my ouch reading a marcus and bella story which I love and the one I was reading was called the sweetest nectar by PopTop38 and I love it you guys should read it, review it, follow and favorite it. And then out of the middle of nowhere of my certifiably mental mind popped out this idea and I was like heck yeah! So I ran down to my computer and started to type. There will be three stories in this series obviously and so heres the first one….
P.S I already have the one about aro underway and not sure if ill do that one and this one at the same time what do you guys think? Review to tell me ok?
Kori P.O.V
Kori sat on her bed with her guitar in hand. She was playing a song she had just written and she wished someone would listen to it. But she didn't have any friends and her parents learned 10 years ago to not listen to any of her songs. It wasn't that she was bad oh no. she was AMAZING you get pretty good if you played the guitar since you were 4 years old. Kori was 18. And her songs reflected herself. They were melancholy; depressing, and deep. Something it seemed that people of this generation couldn't handle. Kori had dark black hair with red and white streaks; it was unruly and was so weird. It was –naturally- straight ant the top but about 6 inches from the bottom it went wildly curly. She had grey eyes and long lashes; she had high cheek bones and full lips. She was tall taller than normal for someone her age reaching about 6'1. She had curves but they weren't over bearing. But she kind of had her own style. Being the only Goth in Tennessee made her life hard. Black clothes, black eye shadow and black lipstick, black nails and no smiles, no emotion, and pale. And there was her cat, found in a trash bag on the side of the road; she was pure black with bright big yellow eyes. Most people in her town thought she was a witch. And she had been called something that had rhymed with that often. She wanted to leave but she knew she would be treated the same anywhere she went. So she stayed. She was finishing the last note in her song when a large pale man with brown curly hair and red eyes appeared before her. "Hey what's up vampy?" she asked scooping up her cat and guitar. "Can you get me out of this town?" he smiled, "How does Volterra sound?" and he scooped her up and started running.
What do you think? Next chapter will be in Marcus P.O.V! REVIEW!