Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Seriously, if I owned Edward Cullen, I wouldn't be sitting here typing.
Death of a Fantasy
Edward Cullen.
That was my first thought as I whipped around, my eyes anxiously following a young man nearby with unusual bronze hair. He turned slightly, and I exhaled as I saw his freckled face, instead of the pale perfection of my imagination. I continued on my way to a nearby bookstore, fighting back the disappointment.
He's just a fictional character. Grow up.
I had always loved the Twilight series, since I was a teenager. Even now, at twenty, it held the same fascination for me as it had when I was thirteen and was looking for something interesting in a bookstore. More accurately, Edward Cullen held the same fascination for me as he had when I first saw him through the eyes of Bella Swan.
Bella. I identified more with her than with my own peers. We were both clumsy, had similar colouring and were obsessed with Edward. Even my name, Isabel, was so similar to her given name of Isabella. She, however, had led a life full of adventure, magic and love. My life, like everyone else's, was mind-numbingly mundane.
Lost in my thoughts, I groaned as I suddenly realized I had no idea where I was. Scratch that, I did have some idea. I was lost in a dimly lit alley of Seattle. Shocked, I stumbled and winced, waiting for the impact of the ground. It never came.
My arm was caught in an ice-cold grip. Even in the rapidly fading light, I could see how pale the skin was. I gasped, as my eyes traveled up the marble-like arm to his face. I gasped again, but this time in fear and not surprise, at the eyes in the pale, perfect face.
They were not the warm amber eyes that haunted my dreams. No, they were black with thirst, and ringed with crimson. Two emotions warred within me. Irrational joy – vampires did exist – and gripping fear. Vampires did exist, and I was about to be killed by one.
The vampire's eyes widened slightly at the recognition on my face, before an amused smirk spread over his sculpted features. He opened his mouth – his cool, fragrant breath washed over my face, making me go limp in his arms – and spoke in a rich, velvety voice.
"You seem to know what I am, hmm? We can't have that, now, can we? Even if you didn't smell so mouth-wateringly luscious, I'm afraid I would have to kill you. It's almost my duty, wouldn't you agree?"
I opened my mouth to scream, knowing even as I did so that it was pointless, that his ice-cold hand would be over my mouth before I could make the smallest sound. His cold lips lingered at my neck as he inhaled deeply. I shut my eyes, listening to the last beats of my frantic heart.
His teeth sank in.
My first Twilight fanfic. R&R, please! Reviewers get to be ambushed by a 'vegetarian' vampire named Edward Cullen in a dark alley. ;)