This is the one and only disclaimer, because there are so many other twilight stories here, we all know we don't own twilight. So, I don't own Twilight, I'm not that imaginative.
WARNING: This story does have mentions of rape, children might not want to read it. This is the Prolougue, just introducing people into the character of Alexis. You don't have to read it but there is importance in it. In fact if you don't read it you might not get the rest of the story.
I know the plot has been done before. Many times by people who right much better than myself but I wanted to right this anyway.
Step into her shoes
Prologue:
I was leaning against my bedroom walls, a flashlight in one hand, Twilight in my other. The twilight series was my escape. I had read it a thousand times and I stilled loved to read it, even though I knew which word followed the next.
It was late, that much I knew. I had no alarm clock to tell me the time, I just guessed it by how far I was into the book, almost done, and I had only started reading it tonight. I hoped if I looked tired enough tomorrow morning I could fake being sick. I was even wearing only my underwear in the hopes of catching a cold.
My parents wanted me to go with them to some snooty, up-your-self ball. A ball where all the other rich folk around here go to. My mom was going to torture me into looking perfect and we were going to see if they could find me my future husband.
Yes, a husband, I was seventeen for god's sake. My parents were Susan and Richard Campbell, owners of a huge fishing franchise that rivaled Japan's. I was their perfect little daughter Alexis Campbell. They weren't my real parents though, I was adopted.
I wasn't an orphan. My real parents didn't die in a car crash, weren't murdered by a psycho maniac, they weren't killed by some terrible disease. I didn't know why they dropped me off at the orphanage, the workers there didn't think they looked poor, or young, or anything else that would have prevented them from raising a child. I guess they just didn't want me.
I spent my first year at that orphanage, I can't remember life there, but I was told I was a very well behaved and quiet baby. I ate what I was given and slept when I was told to.
My parents needed to adopt a child. "Good publicity" I had heard my dad say about me when he thought I was asleep. The press covered the whole story, since then I had been their little publicity doll. Whenever their stocks fell they would announce something about me or do something you needed a child to do. Then the news reporters would come and we'd be seen as the perfect family, even in times of crisis.
My mom made me an elegant little role model for all the children my age; I had perfect posture, a pretty face and the highest grades in my school. Whenever I did something that helped my parents industry I would be rewarded with books. Unfortunately all these books were non-fiction study books. Don't get me wrong, I was lucky to have them and I read each and everyone, but the real books I liked were fiction novels.
I was in to fantasy, ever since my fourth grade teacher had read us the Deltora Quest series I had been hooked. I would read through whatever new books my parents gave me quickly and then I would borrow out books from the town library. Sometimes cameras caught me carrying a bag of books home, but that was still good press in my father's eyes, so he didn't mind me having a book under my nose for most of the day.
"Just as long as you keep your grades up and don't get lazy you can do whatever you want," he had always said. So I did as he said, I would read while on an exercise bike, or on the treadmill. I would watch my favorite shows on a stepper and I would read and write most of the other free time I got.
As I result of this lifestyle I was pretty fit and smart, but without any friends. I did have a few friends at school, but they were all dad-approved. Meaning not really my friends and they probably bitched about me every time I turned my back.
My life was kind of sad. My parents didn't really love me; I was like their pet with benefits, a cute dress up doll that moved at most. I'd never even had a boyfriend, my dad had made sure of that every parents day.
If I flirted with a cute guy he would approach them and talk to them, after that talk the guy would never speak to me unless it was completely necessary and would always look scared when I passed by him.
Yes, a sad life, but it was okay, at least I wasn't poor, or living in war times or with abusive parents. Plus I always had my books, I knew that. The twilight series was the only fiction books I had bought.
I imagined how life would be if I was Bella. She was so surrounded by love, even if it was not always wanted. I wished I had loving parents, a loving boyfriend, friends, I sighed. She had such a large family too. I'd always wanted siblings, someone to talk to on the nights my parents went away (which was basically 5 times a week). Someone who I was responsible for.
I didn't even have a pet to talk to. Though that might change soon, I heard my mom ruffling through the paper and talking about how it would be great for our image if we adopted an injured animal. I hoped it was a puppy, but I'd be fine with a cat, or a bird, hell I'd even take a fish.
I had just reached the part where James was about to kill Bella when I heard a bump outside. My drooping eyelids flew open; even through the shock they were stinging and difficult to keep open.
I heard another bump, near the front side of the house. I lived on one side of the huge mansion, my parents lived in the other, and we rarely crossed paths, unless they wanted to find me. I knew they couldn't hear this sound, I could barely hear it myself.
I tip-toed out of my room and walked out to the front verandah where I thought the noise was coming from. The house had two stories; it was massive, especially so because of how long it was. The biggest in the neighborhood and it was in the rich part of town.
I leant over the side rail to see a dark figure standing there; he had been throwing rocks against the wood. "Who's there?" I whisper called.
"Can't you recognize me baby?" the guy called, his voice sounded way too familiar. A stream of light appeared from his hand, he was holding a torch. Her directed it to his face and yelled "Boo, its Logan."
Fuck, okay, I never said I didn't swear. I just rarely did it around my parents, and when they were only a couple of rooms (massive rooms but still) away I wouldn't be swearing anywhere outside my head.
Logan was a footballer, really muscle, buff and cute. He was who I would imagine Emmett to look like, just with shorter, blacker and curlier hair. I had flirted with him when I was 14, he had just gotten his growth spurt and every girl was out to get him. I mean, he was the only man there and we all looked like women, kind of.
He seemed kind of right for me at the time, I had matured really fast and had boobs already. My hair was long and shiny, a kind of dark caramel with chocolate streaks. My lips were full, still are, I used those three things to my advantage. I soon had him tripping for me, just a few pouts, jokes exchanged, lame pick up lines, a few bend and snaps and he was hooked.
My dad had come along, as usual, except after he gave him the 'don't touch my daughter, teenage pregnancy and fame don't mix' talk Logan seemed all the more interested in me. Creepily so, in fact.
I went out with him in secret, we went to movies when my parents weren't there and held hands between classes. Soon I started seeing his worse attributes, he was possessive, and I couldn't even talk to any other guys. And he was disgusting, he tried to pressure me into sex, but I was only 15, I refused and he dumped me.
I denied ever having him as a boyfriend, to everyone, even myself. But he tried and tried again to get me to be with him, he teased me at school now, making disgusting jokes and wiggling his eyebrows at me around his gang.
So you can see why I wasn't exactly happy to see him. He shone the torch on me and gawked. Shit, I still had no clothes on.
"I guess you knew I was coming then," ugh, gag. "Come down here, I want to get a proper look at you."
"Fuck off," I whisper/yelled; praying to god my parents wouldn't hear me.
"Ooh, feisty, you'll be a good fuck in bed. You'll be happy to know I've been practicing before I would get to you, you're friend Shawnee was as tight as guitar strings."
Ew, gross. I didn't even know they were going out, I hope he used protection, for her sake.
"You're disgusting Logan," I spat.
"And you are fiiiine," he stretched the word and I could imagine his eyes going to my chest.
I crossed my arms, but I guessed that pushed them up because he whistled. I turned around and walked back inside, ignoring his rude calls.
I was tempted to slam the door but thought against it just at the last second. That sound would travel to my parents' ears. I couldn't risk waking them up.
I shivered as I went back inside; the cool air had covered me in goose bumps. It was a weird climate in this town, freezing in winter but it never snowed, only hailed. In summer it was as dry as a bone and hot as a forest. There were always water restrictions; never did the storm water flow to the dam.
So I sat back down, got comfortable and started reading again.
I had finished my book, put it away and tucked myself in to bed. My eyelids closed, they stopped stinging. I blinked a couple of times and squeezed them shut. I imagined my real parents, what they were doing know, if they even knew about me.
It always took me a while to fall to sleep, but soon I was blissfully dreaming. My subconscious mind decided to teach me a lesson for reading for so long, all I saw behind my eyes were different adaptations of twilight, how it would have been had they been faeries not vampires.
It was a silly dream but seemed serious at the time.
"Bella, I'm not right for you. You could squish me in a second and then I'd never fly again," dream faerie Edward said. Dream Bella was about to reply before I got startled awake.
"Alexis, wake up," my mother was shaking me. She gasped, "Oh no, look at your eyes, look at those bags. You look sick Alexis."
Yes, I thought, maybe it worked. I coughed for emphasis.
"This can't be happening, not today, you were supposed to meet Edgar today," she started pacing, biting on her thumb like she always did when she was stressed. She couldn't risk pulling her hair now could she? That might make it fall out and how terrible would it be to have one of the company owners bald.
"Stop stressing dear, you'll get frown lines," my dad called from the dining room. Did I mention we have seriously good chefs? One for breakfast, one for lunch, one for dinner, and one for desert and pastries.
"What can I do Richard, she looks like she's been up all night and," she placed a hand on my forehead, "she feels warm too."
"Just give her some eye drops and use foundation for the rest, she'll look perfect." He blew it off, damn, can I not get out of anything.
"Good idea honey," she pulled me from the bed, I was glad I had thought to put my pajamas back on. "Ooh, honey, you're going to look fabulous in this dress I bought you. Just like one of those my scene dolls you used to look at. The dress is almost exactly the same."
"Mom, I was 10," I whined. Plus I only looked at them because I wished I would get to wear high heels like them. Now I do, my mother had taught me to walk in them since I was 11. She had said I was growing up so quickly I could pull them off, now I could wear 6 inch heels no sweat.
"Oh well, you'll look gorgeous anyway. Now eat you're breakfast, we have a long day ahead." My mom loved to gush; it was cute, like she was a teenager. But unlike Bella I didn't manage her, she managed me, every single thing I did.
The chef offered to make me something special, I sighed and declined, opting for my cold muesli. It was the cereal I loved more than any other; it had everything I wanted in it, coconut, crystallized pineapple and pawpaw, sesame seeds, oats (of course), sultanas , bran, dried banana, and even almonds (I put them in myself).
I ate it as quickly as I could, normally I eat it slowly, eating all the oats and sultans first, then the almonds, next the milk with the coconut and seeds floating on the top, and lastly I eat the pawpaw and pineapple. I'm strange; I eat things bit by bit. I take off the topping of my pizza; eat the base, then the stuff on top, and then the cheese. When I have curries I eat the meat first, then the potatoes and veggies, and then the rice.
Don't hate me for it though, if there is something I do that I know is bad and disgusting its barf up my meals. My mom told me to do it after eating fatty or sugary stuff, it hurt but I kept my physique and kept my mom off my back.
It was either that or I swam laps until I died; I was a good swimmer, not the best but still good.
So after I chugged down the muesli, my morning chai tea, mom whisked me away to the first floor and sat me in the makeup room. I always imagined this is a room Alice would have created, every kind of foundation for my skin tone was here, every eyeliner, lip gloss, eye shadow, blush, skin cream, exfoliate, wax, nail polish, mascara, lip stick and even lip liner was here.
Mom tried to pull me into my seat but I struggled, "Can I just grab a book mom?" I pleaded.
My puppy dog face wouldn't work on her, her mouth set into a stern line she said, "No" and pushed me into my seat. I grumbled but obliged.
"Get some more sleep, you need to look your best, the reporters from 9 news will be there," she pushed me back on my chair and made me look up. Then she dripped the eye drop onto my eyes and covered them with some kind of wet cloth.
"I bought these online, just in case this happened. It's supposed to get rid of bags," she explained. I nodded and listened to the music she turned on. My mother hummed along as she waxed away my hair, not that there was much there in the first place. She did this every time we had to go somewhere.
After that she got out the exfoliation cream and scrubbers, she pulled off my clothes and I was left to try and sleep while she made almost every part of me sting. When she started took off my bra and started on my breasts I flipped.
"What the… What are you doing," I barely held back the swear word.
"It's just like one of those doll dresses, you'll be showing a lot of cleavage," she clarified.
"Oh… okay, but I am not showing my butt," I sounded like a major diva when I said that.
"You won't darling; it goes half ways down your thighs."
Phew, well, that's relief. I let my mind wander, remembering old parties, old pictures, and old stories that people told when they saw me in the headlines. I was a little worried, if I was showing as much cleavage as my mom said and I would probably be photographed, what would everyone at school think? Or worse, what would Logan do.
I fell into a deep sleep, when I woke I was still sitting in the chair, naked except for my boy leg underwear and my skin was pink as a child's. There goes that tan I was getting, lucky my heritage meant I had olive skin. Who were my parents, was one Chinese, Brazilian?
I didn't know, I didn't know the time either. All I knew was that my mom wasn't here, probably getting ready herself and I was still in the makeup room. I looked into the mirror across the hall.
Well, it was different than usual; my mom usually played it down a bit. She normally made my face look more natural with normally a little highlight around the edges of my eyes. Now she seemed to make me look just like every other teenage girl out there, except prettier.
I had a shadow eye makeup, extremely prominent and almost raccoon-like. My eyelashes were extended about a mile long. My lips were covered in clear gloss, edged almost unnoticeably with a darker shade of red. They were fuller looking but now they were there natural red-pink. I was glad it wasn't the usually light pink. That was what everyone else's lips looked like without lipstick. I was proud of my naturally dark lips.
My high cheekbones are highlighted, my skin smooth and flawless. I hate to be egotistically but I look good, and now that the pink is fading my body looks smooth too. I could be a supermodel if I wanted to, I'm skinny and 5'8 but there is one problem, I have a swimmers build. Meaning my ribs are way too big and are visible from space. They deny me from having proper curves. I have a little curve but all my friends have way more, they can pull off more things than me because of it.
That's why guys like them better; they never look at their faces. Yes, the guys all the girls want are shallow little pricks. The nice guys are all taken by the unpopular girls, like since I hand out with the 'popular group' I can't date a nice nerd.
My mental rant was interrupting when my mom cam barging through the door, I had the urge to cover myself but I knew she wouldn't have it.
"There, all that work has done well. Now, look at this dress and tell me that it isn't to die for. I'd wear it but it's inappropriate for a woman my age," I wouldn't think so. She's only 35, celebrities older than her wear dresses skimpier than this all the time. It's not like my mom has wrinkled or anything, only a few smile lines here and there. She didn't have stretch marks and was almost as slim as me.
The dress looked okay o the hanger, but when it was on me it looked a lot skimpier. The v-neck went down to just under my breasts. It was tight and backless, meaning I couldn't wear my bra. Luckily it had built in cuffs. It was tight until it reached the very bottom of my stomach, then it loosened to mid thigh. There were layers to it, one shimmery, silver and translucent with little diamantes every so often. Under it was silky grey blue, it matched my eyes.
Then she gave me some dark silver strappy 6 inch heels. I slid them on myself. I stood and twirled around, the dresses folds lifted and span with me.
"You look gorgeous; all the guys will be dropping for you! This is almost too easy; you're smart, beautiful, charming, who wouldn't want your hand. In fact I better keep you away from your father, he might fall for you too," she joked. I kept my dazzling smile up, inwardly cringing at what she had just suggested. My father was handsome, but ew, cradle robber.
"Do you need any help with your make up mom?" I offered.
"No darling, but I might need your help to put on the dress," she brushed me away. I took it as in invitation to leave. The party started at five, you left when you wanted to. It was only 2.
I grabbed new moon, a carrot and went to the lounge room. Mom would kill me if I sweated in this so I couldn't do any exercise, or risk sweating from the sun outside. I sat of the soft couch and started reading.
I could always read New Moon quickly, I had read it the second most times out of the series, breaking dawn I had read the most by once. This would bring it to an even tie.
My eyes felt great after the sleep and that weird fabric thing, I didn't bother memorizing or even looking at the products my mom had. If Bella had to go through all that I had to when Alice played Bella Barbie then I completely understand why she hates it so much.
As I read up to the scene where Edward left Bella, I wondered if she had tried harder to make him stay would he have gone? If I was going to lose the love of my life, I would grovel at his feet. Or would I accept it and move on? Or maybe I'd yell at him. That would be funny. I imagined swearing like a sailor at one of the boys who had stopped talking to me after the 'dad talk'.
I stopped soon, wanting to read my book more. I flipped through the pages; before I knew it Bella was with Jacob. I was at team Switzerland, I never knew who I would pick if I was in Bella's situation. I looked at the clock, only four, still an hour to go.
I was getting to into the book, I knew this because the text was getting bigger, meaning I was putting it closer to my face. I was slouching over it, one arm wrapped around both my legs and the other holding the book.
"Alexis, what are you doing," my mom screeched. I jumped and looked from my book, my mom looked beautiful, as she always did, but more so now. She could make anyone gorgeous with her makeup skills. She made me look like a supermodel; I knew I wasn't nearly that pretty.
"You look pretty mom." Complimenting her usually diminished her anger a bit. It worked, as always.
She span, the skirt of her dress fanning out. "It turns out I didn't need your help changing. So anyway, straighten that dress, we have to go. Tardiness doesn't help a reputation." She flew down on me and straightened my dress just as I was about to. Really, she thought I could do nothing on my own.
"This party will be going for a while Alexis, so I put an extra set of keys in your purse, just in case you lose the other pairs." Yes, I have two sets of keys in my bag, now three actually. Seriously, I can handle myself, I'm not about to tip the contents of my purse into the swimming pool.
"Oh, I also put your stuff in this bag today, it goes better with your shoes," she handed me a small handbag the same shade and probably material as my shoes.
"Where are my two beauties? Are there they are," my father called around the corner, fake relief covering his face. He always did something like this, trying to flatter us. Well, it worked for mom, for me it was just creepy.
"You really worked your magic Susan, she looks beautiful." Was that a diss against me, I looked beautiful, well maybe just pretty, without mom's services.
I was good at not showing my emotions, I practiced everyday when I had to not show my disappointment when my parents left me alone for some party.
"If you do well today Alexis we have a surprise for you. Have you heard of Bill Bryce's 'A short History of Nearly Everything'?"
Had I? Yes! It was the best book about science, like, ever. The writer actually made it interesting in a non-kid-like way. I had read the first chapter in a book store and ever since have waited to read the rest of it.
"Yes! I'll behave daddy, you can count on me," I saluted like a marine.
They laughed but as I went outside to the car I heard them mutter, "She's acting like a sarcastic teenager." I didn't see how it was a bad thing; some of my best jokes were sarcastic. Okay, maybe not some, most of them were.
I climbed into the back, and let my mom and dad talk to each other as they drove. They didn't include me, and by the sounds of it they were talking about business, so I probably didn't want to hear. I wasn't going to take over the business; I would be a trophy bride. Some other businessman would inherit it. That's why they were so worried about choosing the right guy for me.
Stuff that, I was going to work when I was legally an adult, they wouldn't be able to stop me then. I didn't know what career I wanted but it had to have something to do with science, which pretty much every profession did.
We arrived at the house where the party was held much quicker than I expected. I could walk back in less than thirty minutes. I think I will walk, saves me having to get a stinky cab.
The party was just like usual; the press was there, taking photos of everything. They made me pose to show off my outfit. Then my mom and dad showed me around to every eligible guy, some of which had no restraint and kept looking at me like a piece of meat. Worse than that some old dudes whose wives had passed away kept staring at my chest or butt.
It's safe to say I think I would have preferred a night at home, reading new moon. The books were tucked away in a black bag under my bed. The parents wouldn't see it unless they moved the bed.
It was getting late, and it was Sunday. School tomorrow meant that I could leave early; of course I still had to ask permission. I walked out of the house, on to the street, and started towards home. I knew the neighborhood well enough.
It was cold, goose bumps covered my body, but still I wanted to walk through the park that was along the way home. I crossed my arms and rubbed my hands up and down my upper arm, hoping friction would warm my arms as much as the exercise was warming my legs.
My heart was pumping fast, half from the power walking, half from the freaky sensation that I was getting. I felt like someone was following me, it chilled me more than the wind.
"Hey my little caramel chocolate bar," no, not him, not now.
"Hey my big football player," I called back. Oh well, at least I might have some company.
"I expected a jibe, caramel," he said and jogged to catch up to me. He had called me that when we first started flirting, since my hair looked like caramel with chocolate streaks in it.
"I'm too annoyed at the parents to waste any of my anger on you," I explained, giving him my dazzling smile. He smiled back; he was extremely cute when he wasn't being terrible.
"Sorry 'bout that. It must suck to have parents like yours." It was extremely unusual how he was acting. He hadn't been this nice to me since we were dating.
"It does," I sighed.
"Hey, take a walk with me, your parents will never know. I want to show you something." He took my hand, it was nice and warm in mine but he gripped it too tightly, like he thought I would run. I squeezed it, showing that I was in.
We walked a way I didn't know; soon we were out of the gardens and into a bush track. I let him lead, I didn't know the way back. The woods broke, leaving a massive field of wheat in front of us.
He sat, I sat too. We stared at the full moon, it was mostly covered in big angry looking clouds. It was a while before I started to feel the rain drops. Only seconds later did it start to really fall though.
I tugged on the hand that held mine. "I have to go Logan. I'm walking home."
"No you don't babe, we have heaps of time. Your parents never come back until 4 and it's only 11." I sighed, and started shivering from the ice cold drops.
"You know, you look real hot in that dress, even better when you're wet like that. Hey, I can keep you warm." It was so dark I didn't see the way his face looked, I let him pull me to him, thinking he was just going to wrap me in his warm embrace.
I was wrong. He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. My skirt shimmied up and I was left with only my skimpy underwear to protect myself from the huge lump that was forming in his pants under me.
His hand started trying to take off my dress while he crushed his lips to mine. This isn't how I wanted my first kiss, he was too frantic, his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, I almost gagged.
I struggled, trying to pull myself off him, he pulled me tighter. I closed my eyes and bit his tongue, my instincts told me not hard enough. Still he screamed and stopped momentarily, enough time for me to get up.
The heels made it harder to run, but I still sprinted into the wheat field. It seemed like a cliché horror movie, I ran away into a field of wheat. I heard him cursing and calling my name from a fair distance, so I sat, held my breath and took off my shoes. My mom was going to kill me for losing them but that was really not bothering me at the moment.
His voice was getting closer, to close, I started crawling away, annoyed at how dry stalks crunched under my hands and knees.
"Come to me baby, you won't have another chance like this you know. Your parents are going to marry you off when you finish school, probably to an old dude. Don't you want to feel how it's really supposed to feel before then?" That made me stop for a moment, a desperate urge to disobey my parents rose in my chest.
"See, I know you do, come to me. I'll make you scream," his voice sounded oddly dangerous and sadistic. That made my mind up for me. I stood, and ran. I heard his heavy footfalls not far behind me, and then a flash of light appeared in the distance. Shit, it's a thunder storm.
The ground seemed to rumble with the force of the sound that followed but I kept my pace. Logan was screaming at me. "Stop running, you want this. I know you do. How angry will your parents be if they found out? Don't you want that?"
"No," I yelled back. I pushed through the wheat, they hit my body and stung.
"You do, I can hear the hesitation in your voice. You know all your friends have done it. You're probably the only virgin left in our grade."
"Shut up," I shrieked. I sobbed, he was hitting too many of my weak spots. I was so tempted to stop, to let him have me. Better than some creepy old dude that some of my parents introduced me to.
"Lexy, sexy Lexy. You remember that don't you?" He had many nicknames for me.
"Yes," I sobbed. I broke out into an empty field, all the wheat had been harvested here. My body stung, my muscles burned.
Fuck, my mind screamed but I kept running though the empty space. I heard Logan break through the wheat behind me.
"Nowhere to run now Lexy. Just give yourself to me, you'll enjoy it," he didn't sound nearly as puffed as I was. Stupid fit footballer.
I tripped, the fall seemed to be in slow motion, my hands slowly coming up to break my fall, my eyes travelled to the massive guy behind me. He didn't run to me, he walked. I collided with the ground and cried until he reached me.
I expected to see black on my hands when I wiped my eyes but all I saw was my tears. Huh, good call with the water proof makeup mom. Now I'll look gorgeous when Logan rapes me. The thought made a lump form in my throat, my heart thumped painfully in my chest, I couldn't swallow.
I felt his hand rest on my back, he didn't press but I knew it was restraining me. He worked on the lace work that held me dress in place, and then shimmied down my legs and off my body.
He turned me over and appraised my body, meeting my eyes last. There was so much lust in his eyes, he wouldn't change his mind. I was frozen in place, trying to move, to run but it was hopeless.
Logan took off his shirt; the rain ran down his muscles and on to my body. His pants came next, then he was completely naked, and I wasn't much better. He hovered over my body, letting his skin touch mine but not smothering me with his weight.
His hardness pressed against my lacy boy legs. He smiled, "Well, that can't stay there can it." I closed my eyes and felt the fabric being pulled off me. "That's better," he whispered in my ear, and then he sucked on my earlobe.
I slowed my breathing, readying myself, I tried to block out the world, everything I felt, heard or tasted. His hands started running along my body. Was he going to make this slow? Make me try and enjoy it even though I didn't want this?
"Your skins real soft and nice caramel, I wonder what it tastes like. His tongue started flicking along my neck.
Take me to a better place, I pleaded in my head, wanting to remember a better time than this.
Then something amazing happened, well, maybe a little predictable since we were in a field in a thunder storm. Lightning struck me, Logan jumped back as the white surrounded me. It burned like hell, searing my nerves, cutting off my senses.
Everything was white; I thought I must have passed out when I saw someone come up to me. She was beautiful, gorgeous, exotic, an angel. White wings barely stood out from her surroundings, I only saw them when she flapped.
"Hello Alexis, it seems you've been given an opportunity," she said, her voice was soft, like feathers. I wanted to listen to it and fall asleep on the mattress of her words.
"Where am I?" I asked, my voice sounded croaky and rough compared to hers.
"You were struck by lightning Alexis, a rare occurrence. Normally people only get hit by the tidbits of the lightning, but the whole bolt hit you.
"Since it is such a rare death and you have been in a life without love or friendship or freedom we want to give you a choice."
"Wait, I'm dead?" I interrupted.
"Yes, you are," her eyes were so beautiful, brown and sympathetic. "As I was saying you get a choice now Alexis. You can pass on, go to heaven and stay in eternal bliss forever. Or, since your life seemed so… let's face it, sad, you can have another chance at life. Pick up where you left off somewhere else."
"I can get reincarnated?" I asked.
"Yes, but not in your universe. It has to be in another one, one that god has stopped, waiting for a moment like this. I know, you can go into this one, here is the stuff you'll need, everything else will be arranged by the time you wake up. Wait… you do choose to be reincarnated don't you?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Yay! I always wanted this universe done." She handed me the bag, it was my black bag, full of the twilight series stuff.
"Why will I need this?" I asked, confused.
"You might need something to read dear, now close your eyes, when you wake you'll be in your new life."
I did as she told and closed my eyes, wondering where I'd wake up.
So, what did you think, leave a comment behind via review. I'll write as much as possible but I'm going to be doing swimming again this term, for fitness, I can't sprint or do long distance.
So review, please. Should I change the rating to M?