Warnings: Gross vampire weirdness. Because vampires aren't humans, no matter how much the Cullens try and convince themselves otherwise.
Note: I DO NOT SUPPORT RELATIONSHIPS LIKE THE ONE DEPICTED. This is not how things should go for anyone, sure? These are unusual circumstances, and the characters are not human. Also, this is going by the book descriptions, so Marcus looks to be about 19. Picture him as you so please.
I got really bored. I'm sorry. Also, I decided to try first person for this, not sure why, I'm so used to writing third I'll probably fuck it up, but meh. This is the prologue so it's short af.
I waste no time in turning Bella, either once she's in Italy.
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Prologue
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Perhaps it would have been more prudent for someone of my position to have been incoherent for the event of a slaughter. Renee had always said I felt things too strongly, especially when mentioning my conviction of Angelo's deadness. It couldn't be my fault my mom had entangled herself with the carcass of an 18th century Italian vampire.
Of course, mom would probably say that was a bit rude.
And yet, while she is back at the hotel getting it on with her vampire lover, she has no idea that her only child has just been sentenced to die-lured into a room by a shitty vampire actress, and bamboozled into paying the fuckers in the process, I was hardly feeling generous. So, it would only be logical that when a pair of hands wrapped around my waist I thrashed about as wildly as possible, hoping to at least make the experience of my death less fun for Satan in the process.
Or is struggling worse?
My limbs froze, my body stilling as my back collided softly against the icy figure-the velvety cloak doing nothing to stop the bitter cold from assaulting me. The fight drained out of me, and the hands loosened. For a moment, I thought I was being let go, only for my head to be yanked sharply to the side, a pair of teeth burying themselves in my neck.
I screamed, fire licking my neck as the monster was violently ripped away. My knees gave out, and I crumpled to the floor, withering in pain as the vampire's venom spread.
I'd never given much thought to how I would die. But if somebody had told me that I would meet my end while my mother was shacking up with her pouncy boy-toy, I'd've laughed in their face and realized they where probably right.
Honestly, it just hit too close home for comfort.