Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and any references to things that belong to Stephanie Meyer, belong to her. I will not apologize to fans for not writing a story about Edward and Bella, because I believe that there are more stories to be told in the same universe. This is a horror romance, there will be some nasty sorts of things because after all the main character is a blood sucking Vampire. Duh. But, I hope everyone'll be open minded and enjoy something different, but Twilight non-the-less.
Aube du Jour
Chapter One: Dawn of the Day
Burning. Burning. Burning.
Igniting every single fiber of her being, even the fibers that she didn't realize existed. I have muscles there? Nerves? Really? Hmm. Thoughts. She'd reconnected to her thought process, and she was hoping this burning was over. When she'd last seen the light, something had come after her. She'd thought human, but there'd been something surreal. And then pain. Pure electrifying pain that would send any masochist over the edge. Not that she was admitted to being masochistic. Nu-uh.
Slowly. Slowly. Slowly
And then as suddenly as it struck her blinded and epileptic--it was over. She could feel her fingers and her toes. Slowy. With the patience she'd never had until now, she waited. She sat up and realized the bump on her head was gone. And her hair was softer, and her skin was…different. Clover Riley brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and took a look around.
The sewers and ew..rats. Rats. They smelled a bit appealing, and her throat suddenly burned fiercly. Her memories were fading slowly as she stood up, ignoring the damness of her dress. She dodged for the biggest of the rats, catching it and biting straight through it's flesh to the pulse of blood that ran through it. She sucked it dry with a hunger she'd never know before. When she tossed it to the ground, you could hear the bones crunching.
Long sleeves were good for a few things, and this set was good for wiping her mouth clean.
Woah.
Woah woah woah woah woah.
Did she just suck the blood straight out of a rat? That must of been something inhuman that'd brought her down here. She'd assumed it'd been your average rapists. (Who the hell calls rapists average?) No doubt by now her father'd be completely sick with worry. They were on vacation in Paris, France. He'd have to extend his stay, she'd disappeared right before their plane flight.
Humrph. With good reason. She'd seen a boy, no doubt French. With these chocolate locks that framed his face and eyes to match. She'd wanted to taste every inch of him then, and now her throat surged again. Human blood. Mmhm tasty. She'd have to get some of that and soon.
Vampire. The word rolled around in her brain and she felt like it was bouncing off each wall. Vampire. Could that be what she was? Really? Vampires were the things of legends and stories. She stretched her legs a bit, discovering that breathing wasn't necessary. She could walk in the Jimmy Choo heels that her father'd forced her to wear. She barely remember the memory, but there was something about 'keeping up appearances in the land of fashion.' He was an English lord, of…someplace but her brain couldn't get around the emptiness to find the word.
Suddenly, she could smell something coming into the sewers. Something like her, and then something tangy, frightened, and full of that red pulse that she craved. Her body arched and she let out an hiss, dropping into a waiting stance like she'd been doing it her whole life.
The human came into view. Blonde hair, terrified blue eyes. And then, the tall beautiful being behind it pulled the girl's hair from her neck.
Clover sprung towards that beautiful neck, and the sound of the girl's bones crunching faded right before her screams did.
Burning. Burning. Burning.