Author's note; Hello there, boys and girls! Well, shit, I don't even know what to say about this, it's essentially me raping Stephanie Meyer's, already quite terrible, Twilight novel with my O.C whilst twisting the tale to fit my rather sad needs. Interesting, huh? Okay, well, it's going to be in first-person, which means that my O.C will be the narrator and you get to have a little bo-peep into her fucked up little brain. I know that some people aren't really into that sort-o thing so it would be best to scarper now while it's still safe if you're one of them. I should probably also warn you that I cuss quite a bit, and by that I mean, a whole-fucking-lot. If this offends you or… I don't know, you just don't like it, then seek the solution above. I'm still figuring out who I would like to pair my character with, but I'll more than likely pair her with one of the wolves, excluding Sam and Jared. Maybe Paul or Jacob? I really don't know, I might even end up having some sort of love-triangle bullshit, who knows? …Well, I'm supposed to. But we'll ignore that minor detail, shall we? Sweet. This is un-beta-ed. And that right there isn't even a word. But yes, expect some minor spelling and grammar related mistakes, I'm usually quite anal when it comes to such things but I'm only human and I will makes mistakes. But if you point them out to me, I'll get right on correcting them.
Oh, uh, enough of the long-winded author's note and on with the story! Um, enjoy!
Disclaimer; No, I don't own Twilight, like I said above, "Stephanie Meyer's Twilight novel." It nay be mine and I nay want it.
Preface
I had never really given how I would die much thought, it's not exactly a topic that a normal person would take the time out of their day to sit and have a nice think about, you know?
Even if I was morbid enough to do so, there's no way in hell that I would have imagined it to be anything even remotely like this.
I stared across the long room, too scared to even dare breathe, into the crimson eyes of the hunter.
He, of course, was staring right back in my direction, a sadistic smile painted on his features.
I swallowed, hoping to dislodge the lump that had gathered in my throat.
This is a good way to go, right? In the place of someone that I cared about? Some might even call it a noble act, if they're feeling a tad dramatic.
Oh who am I kidding?
I knew that if I'd never came to Forks, I wouldn't be staring death in the face right about now. I'd probably be off doing something mundane that I took for granted.
But despite the fact that I was absolutely shitting myself, I couldn't bring myself to regret my choice. If I'd have chosen to live in Texas instead, I'd have never met him.
God, listen to me. I've become a walking, talking cliché.
The hunter stalked closer, snapping me back to the moment at hand. Shit, I have to do something.
I panicked.
"Hey, fuckwad. We both know that you're going to bleed me dry. So you want to speed it the fuck up? Come on then, you pussy!"
Real smooth.
The anger clearly visible on his too-perfect face. I guess he doesn't appreciate his food talking back?
He was on me in a flash, hand clamped around my neck, slamming me into the wall behind us.
I didn't even have time to react before my vision faded to black with a sickening crunch.
A/N: So there it is, the beginning of the rape. It's fairly similar, I'm aware. But bare with me! I'm just warming up. Go forth now and review, my dears! Let me know how terrible it is and such like!
Oh and did I mention that this is my first attempt at writing a FanFiction? No? Well, I just did... Be gentle with me.
