Hiiis! I'm so, so excited for this story! I have lots, and lots of ideas!
A few things to know about my story... this is an OOC. My Bella is tough, sassy, kind of a hot head... haha, she's seriously outta character. But I hope you don't mind too much;)
Edward is the same... kinda. He will be a tormented soul still, lol, amongst other sexy... stuff.
I hope you love this story as much as I love writing it.
Enjoy.
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Summary: At midnight Bella meets up with a guy in her class who won't leave her alone, hoping to squash the feelings he has for her. But instead she meets up with a blood thirsty vampire, and watches him murder a gang of guys. Now he won't let her go. 'M' for lemons/and cursing.
Prologue
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Why, oh why did I agree to meet up with him? And this late too? Maybe I was just curious... nah, I was curious. I'm pissed too, and intend to punch the daylights out of him once I found out what he wants ...
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This guy in my math class blatantly stares at me, and when I asked him one day, 'what the fuck is the deal bro?' he admitted he liked me and thought that I was, "cute."
My mind was a whirlwind of activity, trying to digest that and not puke up the, "you're cute" all over his crisply press white polo.
He smirks at my speechless silence, proud of himself. "It's Bella, isn't it?"
I nod after a tiny pause. "Yeah. And you?"
"Newton... Mike Newton." He flashes me a small and cocky smile.
Okay... did he just drop the James Bond on me? Who does that? An idiot, that's who, so I don't say anything.
He clears his throat when the awkward silence sets in. "Um... how do you like it in Forks so far?"
I hate it!
"I, uh, like it. It sure is... green."
"I know! Isn't it great?"
No, not really. It's too green. And muddy brown.
About two months ago, my mom flips my life upside down, asking me if I'd happily move in with my dad in Forks. Supposedly, I was in the way. My mom married a vegan, outdated baseball player a year ago. As newly weds they'd wanted to travel the world and spend time with each other... without Bella. I moved in with my old man the very next week. It was time to spend time with my dad anyways, to get to, like, really know him. When him and mom split I was only five and moved out with her, only spending a few weekends with dad here and there throughout the years. It just sucks because Forks is such a tiny town that I could jog around the town in fifteen minutes and make it back to point A. Each house was small, homey and pretty much had their own miniature woods as a backyard. That's all that surrounds Forks... trees, and fucking dirt. And it rains all the time, obviously to feed the trees.
"Um... yeah, it's awesome." I say slowly.
Thank the gods the teacher calls the class to attention, shutting Mike up.
I didn't free myself of him though, because stupid me became friends with him. Just friends. Even though, I do have a feeling he wants more. But he never said anything or act upon those feeling, therefore it's easy to ignore. And I was really, really glad, because, how bad would that be when I rejected him? I would feel like I was shooting a dog in the face. Yeah, he was like an obedient lab dog, licking at my toes for a smooch and a tickle behind the ear.
One day when I was coming back from Gym, I found a note stuffed in my locker, squashed between two text books. It drops to the ground like a dark ominous, between my sneakers. Gingerly, I pick it up, having a nasty feeling the size of a beast on whom this was from. Shit. I suspiciously look behind me, eying the halls. The hallway is vacated, empty of any roaming students or lurking Mike's. I shrug and peer down at the note. I open it, proven right. It was from Mike. It was short and to the point. The words sloppy, loopy, and totally boyish.
Please meet me at the curb across the market at quarter to twelve - Mike.
And that led me to here.
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A chilly wind whisks leaves across the pavement, creating a dark lullaby; spooky and eerie. The moon was out tonight, high in the sky offering some light to the otherwise dark streets, and helping me see each sneaker I push out in front of me.
I walk in a brisk pace, alert to the spooky noise and the chill in the air, huddling into my jacket trying to fend it all off while cursing Mike in my head. I can't believe I'm doing this, that I'd agreed to this, this, this stupid meeting! With stupid Mike!
I blew out a breath, the cold doing a good job numbing my anger... and my toes.
The note had said the market. Luckily Forks only has one market, because Mike lacked some serious detail in his stupid note. And thankfully it wasn't really that far from my home, but still, it's cold, rainy and spooky as fuck.
Soon enough, the market arouse from the intimidating dark. Through the frosty window of the market an older woman stood behind a register, smiling at a plump customer. Candy bars, midget potato chip bags, and monthly digests line the lanes.
The curb was just across the market, obscure by shadows.
I look both ways and run to the curb... and now I wait.
And wait.
I whistle under my breath.
Sing the ABC's in my head.
Count how many kids the women has who's hustling them into the market. Shouldn't they be in bed?
I sigh.
"Fuck Mike, where are you?" I grumble.
"Bella," a recognize voice hisses, just shy of my ear.
I jump and spin around, "Mike?" I ask uncertain, squinting at the guy with the hood on.
He pulls down the hood, and smiles. "Hey."
I shove him. "Fuck Mike! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
He laughs. "I'm sorry! But you looked so cute, I couldn't help myself."
"Nice Newton. Now tell me, what the fuck did you want?"
His blue eyes flash."I think I like this side of you."
"Alright hold on." I stop him there. "If you're about to declare your whatever, I'm not interested. You're a good friend and that's all."
He chuckles. "No, no. I know. I think we're better off as friends. I actually want to talk to you about this girl I like, Jessica... actually it's a little windy, wanna talk more about this there?" He points behind him where there's an ally. "It might block the wind better."
A dim warning bell went off in the back of my head, but I gently prod that warning into the deepest subaqueous part of my mind where my most fathomless thoughts rest, so I could no longer hear it. For goodness sakes, this was Mike! He was as gentle as a newborn puppy, and besides he likes Jessica. That's a relief. I nod. "Right. Sure."
We enter the dark alleyway where shadows surround us.
Mike smiles shyly. "Sorry I was late. I was meeting up with some friends."
"Yeah, no problem - wait friends?"
He nods. "Yup, yup. Wanna meet them?"
I back up. "Um. No thanks. Actually, I should head home - "
"Dude! She is hot." A voice spoke up.
Frighten, I jump like a wimpy kitten. "Holy shit!"
What. The. Fucks! Who is this? This guy doesn't even go to our school, this I know. Older and scruffy with beer stains on his white tank top, he looked like he just crawled out of a garbage fight. Totally gross.
"God Mike, where the hell did you find this gross idiot?"
The guy laughs. "Mmm... I think I like her. Very nice Newton."
I ignore him. Never dragging my eyes from the guy, I said, "Look Mike, if you're in some kind of trouble my dad is a cop. He can help you."
"Ohhh, she said the C word."
The black hole of the ally spits out a second guy.
And a third.
Four.
Five...
... I was so fucking screwed.
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Yours truly, Queenie.