Another idea for a Twilight fic, but this one I'm actually posting!
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On to the story:
It was a hot June day. Everyone was hot. But not me. I'm Gabrielle, known as Gabby, and I was perfectly fine. But the reason for that's a bit strange. Nearly as strange as the man standing over me.
Let's start from the beginning. I am 530 years old, born in the beginnings of the Bahamas, by an Indian, no less. I was there when Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue. Well, I was two anyway. You all probably know the story. He came with a bunch of British men and then later there were fights with Indians…ya-dee-ya-dee-yadah, and then BANG. 529 Years later, here we are, sitting around ruining the Earth and over populating.
But that's not my point. Point is, when Chris came over with his Mary Men or Cutlet Crew, there was also a very Ravenous Vampire aboard. One, sadly to say, is no longer alive today. Woops.
Well, his name I cannot say, but he stayed with the Indians when Chris and everyone else left to go find "gold." He thought a while, and decided that the easiest target for him was a baby. A girl baby. Namely, me.
So he stole me away, and brought me to the America's (which were not discovered yet) and there we stayed with even more Indians! He would take my blood, but never change me. I thought this was perfectly normal, until one day when I was around 11, and my friend asked me why I had so many scars. I learned it wasn't normal for a vampire to drink your blood…go figure. And so that night I confronted him about it, and he got mad about me telling someone about him.
I was locked in the house all day for two years, and still he ate off of me. Then I turned 13, and could no longer stand him or the fact that I lost more blood daily then I could get back. So I tried to kill him. But it is hard for a human to kill a vampire, and he ended up just getting mad at me and nearly killing me. Nearly, of course.
That was the night I was changed. And ever since then, I have scavenged for food and tried not to pry on humans, but it is hard. Especially being alone.
When I didn't age I knew I had to flee. They were just starting the "Salem Witchcraft" rant and guess who their first target was? Mmmhmm. Me.
So I roamed America for a while, stuck in the body of a thirteen-year-old model, trying not to make friends or stay too long in one place.
But all that changed.
It changed the day I wandered into the lonely town of Forks, Washington. It changed the day I accidentally wandered into La Push, an Indian Reservation. And it changed the day I was nearly eaten alive by a man-wolf who called me a Leech. He's the one standing over me right…now.
"Excuse me, do I no you?" I asked, perfectly pleasant. He snarled.
"Why are you here, blood sucker?" He hit me with a clubbed fist, and I instantly put up an arm to hide my face.
"Why are you here, Wolf-Man? Do you have anymore right to share God's green earth than I do?" I asked and he hit me again. I looked up and stared into his level black eyes, burning with hatred, and glared.
"Paul!" Someone yelled, and the Man flinched slightly, but did not release the arm of mine-which he was holding-and he didn't let me up from the crouched position I was in on the ground.
"Sam," Paul said quietly, never looking away from me. "This Leech was roaming La Push. I thought I would handle it for us-" He was cut off from saying more by a huge brown hand coming to rest on his shoulder.
"That's enough, Paul." With a final glare, Paul released me, and I fell to the ground, where I instantly sprang up, glaring daggers-almost literally-at both men.
We stood like that for nearly an entire minute before Sam broke the silence. "So, what are you doing here, vampire? You are far off your grounds."
"I have no grounds." I said, and both growled.
"You are obviously a new comer here, and you should watch your tongue. We permit no vampires inside of La Push, as the pact states." Sam said evenly.
"Pact? I don't know of a pact. And yes, I am a new comer, and I must say this is the worst welcome I have gotten everywhere I have gone."
"Are you of La Push birth, Little Vampire?" Sam asked.
"No. Indian. I have nothing to do with dogs." I said matter-of-factly, and Paul growled. "And actually, Spanish-Indian, of the Arakawa's."
"The Arakawa's are long gone." Said Sam. "You must be very old."
"Extremely. Luckily, I have a special talent. I see no reason to tell you."
"And I see none either. I would appreciate it if you went back to Forks, and met with your own kind. We shall…escort you to the border."
"That isn't needed," I said proudly. "I have a knack for finding my own way." He seemed a bit less than sure, but they both moved on. Being me, I saw them dash lightening speed into the trees as they went out of sight. Probably to follow me. What ever, as long as I can get out of this dump.
Sprinting in the direction I had come, I passed house-by-house, street-by-street, until I came to a stretch of woods. Supposing I would find out sooner or later what lay beyond, I ran through them. And I came out in Forks, next to one of the largest, loveliest, white houses I had ever seen.
Chapter one of My Twilight Story.
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P.S. I don't own Paul or Sam or la push or Forks, but everything else in THIS chapter was my idea. And the Arakawa's are the Indian tribe the Columbus found in the Bahamas when he sailed there. GOOGLE IT!