Hi! I don't really own twilight, but I am using a page from twilight as the prologue of my, I mean, our story * punches friend *. If you are enough of an idiot to not believe me, the page is 412~414. sorry if I offended you in any way but this stupid prologue took me , I mean, us, forever to write so now I just want to get this part freakin over with.
Ps please don't sew us. We are poor. * sew her it was her idea *
FREAKIN PROLOGUE ENJOY OR SUFER THE UNGRATEFUL CONCEQUENCES
"Would you tell me the truth, though?"
"Yes. I will always tell you the truth'" her voice was earnest.
I deliberated for a moment, and decided she meant it. "Tell me then, how do you become a vampire?"
My question caught her off guard. She was quiet. I rolled over to look over at her, and her expression seemed ambivalent.
"Edward doesn't want me to tell you that," she said firmly, but I sensed she didn't agree.
"That's not fair! I think I have the right to know."
"I know."
I looked at her waiting.
She sighed, "He'll be extremely angry."
"It's none of his business! This is between you and me. Alice, as a friend, I am begging you." And we were friends, now, somehow- as she must have known we would be all along.
She looked at me with her splendid, wise eyes… choosing.
"I'll tell you the mechanics of it," she said firmly, " but I don't remember it myself, and I've never done it or seen it done, so keep in mind that I can only tell you the theory."
I waited.
"As predators we have a glut of weapons in our physical our arsenal- much, much more than really necessary. The strength, the speed, the acute senses, not to mention those of us like Edward, Jasper, and I who have extra senses as well and then, like a carnivores flower, we are physically attracted to our prey."
I was very still, remembering how pointedly Edward had demonstrated the same concept for me in the meadow.
She smiled a wide, ominous smile. "We have another fairly superfluous weapon. We are also venomous," she said, her teeth glistering. "The venom doesn't kill- it's merely incapacitating. It works slowly, spreading through the bloodstream, so that, once bitten, our prey is in too much physical pain to escape us. Mostly, superfluous, as I said. If we're that close, the prey doesn't escape. Of course, there are always exceptions. Carlisle, for example."
"So… if the venom is left to spread…" I murmured.
"It takes a few days for the transformation to be complete, depending on how much venom is in the bloodstream, how close the venom enters the heart. As long as the heart keeps beating, the poison spreads, healing, changing the body, as it moves through it. Eventually, the heart stops, and the conversion is finished. But all that time, every minute of it, a victim would be wishing for death."
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