Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight is Stephenie Meyer's, and unless you are Stephenie, Twilight's yours and it's not mine because I am not her. Okay thank you, on to the story.
Preface
As I followed him towards the dark alley, I never noticed how he looked at me, like I was some kind of prey. "Come, my dear princess. Join me, and together we will live forever." Live forever? Is he serious? No one can live forever. I don't care that he sounds ridiculous; all that mattered to me right now is that I've been waiting for my prince charming and now I finally found him.
Suddenly I think I hear a couple of his friends struggling to keep quiet; they sound drunk, but I don't care I'm here with the one I love and that's all that matters. As my prince charming was holding me, tilting my head backwards as he caressed my face feeling every detail of my face he leaned forward, as he gently pressed his lips toward my neck as I feel his fangs at my neck. Whoa... fangs? What the hell! He's a...a vampire? Oh my god! I have to get out of here, "Help! Someone help me!"
"My sweet princess, no one's here to help you, now join me," he persisted holding me closer than before.
But before I could answer, I struggled away from him. It was no use, he was strong. Instead he held me closer to his body again and I was struggling to get out, but I couldn't. His fangs were sucked into my neck and I stopped struggling, stopped breathing. Instead I felt pure bliss, and then I felt like someone was burning me, burning me alive.
"Sleep my princess; I'll be here when you awake." I can't stay strong enough to fight the burning sensation, all that I thought was how I'm going to miss my best friend and how I broke what we promised each other.