AN: Right. This is my new story; I have simply fallen in love with alternate universes. Let it be understood that I have NO intention of stopping my other story…it is simply on hiatus until May 31 (last day of school! Wooo!). Drop a review, flame, etc, if you will. Oh, and all titles of chapters are song titles which I believe (might) express feelings from said chapter. This chapter (the rest will be longer, I promise) is titled after a song by Modest Mouse. Anyways, on with the story!
Disclaimer: If I owned Edward, I wouldn't be sharing him.
Chapter One:
It was a typical day in Forks, Washington: rainy. But, really, it wasn't surprising. What else could one expect from one of the rainiest cities in the United States? Truth be told, I like the rain, the muck, the gloom of it all. Of course, the sparse days of sunshine and warmth are nice; I always enjoy the chance to bask in the rarely seen sun.
I sighed, though. Another day to serve in the hell commonly referred to as Forks High. I wondered what it would be like to be human. What a meaningless existence it must be; to get up, go to school, think the petty thoughts that humans were sure to think, and do it all again the next day. It made me glad to be super-human. Sub-human. Either way, extremely, radically, un-human.
I lived in a small house in the heart of Forks with Eileen MacMourrough. She was changed during Strongbow's time; apparently, she was some sort of relation to Aoife, Strongbow's wife. We had met in 1918 in Chicago. She was working as a nurse, and I was occupied with trying to keep myself alive. When I was too far gone to come back, she saved me, and we have traveled around ever since.
Eileen was in the kitchen, slumped over the kitchen table. "Another day," she groaned. "Another day of prissy old women with their guilty vampire love stories. Undereducated children reading cheap books. Good God, I don't think I can do this for much longer."
I kissed her head and headed to my car. "Me neither, Eileen." Eileen works at the Forks library, a job which, I gather, she did not esteem to greatly. I sped off to school, thinking to myself that there were only 67 days of school left until the glorious, wondrous summer break was launched upon the student population.
AN#: I forgot to tell you that everything will all be explained shortly, just in case you're wondering.