Well hello there. This is my first time writing fan fiction, I've always wanted to write before but could never bring myself to do it. But I just finished reading this book (which I'll admit I never planned on reading) and I must say it was really good. It opens the world of vampires up and for the first time I read of how it is to be a vampire. Originally in eclipse I didn't pay much attention to Bree, she was just a randomly added character that lives for such a short time that it was impossible to care for her. Of course now after reading her book I see there was a lot more to the story than I thought. It really sucks that she had to die! She really had potential.
Anyways, as I said before this is my first fan fictions so please show some mercy! (The first part is from the book I'm sorry!) I plan on adding more chapters later...
Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, Stephanie does.
Chapter 1: Thought of a Hopeless Newborn
This would be it, then. I still didn't feel afraid. My only regret was that I couldn't tell Fred more about all this...Maybe the yellow-eyes would meet Fred someday. Be nice to him, please, I thought at the mind reader. "Take care of that, Felix," Jane said indifferently, nodding at me. "I want to go home."
I sat there, tense, waiting for the inevitable end of what a short and catastrophic life I had led. In those few moments I remembered everything. How horrible life had been when I had been human to an even worse one as a vampire, even with all the perks.
Having had to watch my back from the very start and take every chance to stay alive, no matter how disgusting. I thought of all the houses that we had stayed in and eventually destroyed; the fights and the noise. I felt a surge of anger, hatred and disgust, knowing that it had been the lies I had been told that kept me there; forced to live with people like Roual and Kristie so that I could serve as a pawn in a fight I wanted no part in.
And then the worst part, to have met someone, I felt a lurch in my dead heart, who was really something else. Who, for a sort time, made me actually feel as if life didn't suck that badly. Then to have him ripped away, never to come back, I clenched my hands until my fingers felt like they would tear through my palms. I couldn't shack the image of that basement door that had stayed closed. I willed it to open but of course I knew it never would.
There had been a point in my human life I had feared there was nothing worse than dying alone of hunger, if given the choice, I would've rather died that way.
Then at least I could have died with my heart in one piece.