(A/N) This is my first story, and i would love to know if it's good or not..? Should i continue? Reviews would be nice! I own nothing!
The preface
Everyday of what some might call a life continues. It continues without meaning. Everyday, every hour, every minute, even the very seconds of my existence moves by in a sloshing of nothingness. There is no word for what I am feeling, in any language. It is pure emptiness that engulfs my being. Again no amount of words can describe, to any extent, of which I suffer. It was not always this way. No, I was happy once-upon-a-time. No, I only became this, what many, including my own friends and family call a zombie ,until he left me. I can't deny their accusations. But, it is not as though I don't try. I do, on a daily bases try and appear normal to my father, Charlie. I think I am failing.
Chapter 1
Dreams
Dreams. Many say that it is a portal to a place of which only our sub-conscience can conjure up. It is where things that what you wish and of course, dream of, come true. Than tell me this, if it is something in which we yearn for, than do I yearn for hell and grief? If it is a portal, is it a portal to my own personal fiery hell?
I have this recurring dream. It is rather…..strange. Well now, was that not the understatement of the year. This dream has been playing its-self like a broken record ever since he left me. Which would be how long now? Three months, twelve days, eight hours, thirty-nine minutes, twenty-three (well now twenty-four) seconds… not like I'm counting or anything.
The dream starts out with a girl, no, woman. Her hair is long, going to the middle of her back in a cascade of beautiful chestnut-brown. There is obvious high-lights of red, even more pronounce when she tilts her head to the side as the sun reflects off of them. Her face is gorgeous. It is the picture-perfect face of pure beauty. Her skin, although very pale, is so smooth, it is almost like porcelain. It is like one of those beautiful, expensive, china-dolls that rich parents give to their daughters. In other words there is absolutely no imperfection, not one blemish. This skin runs over a perfectly angular face. In this face, has plump, cherry-red, full lips. Ones that you would only see on a model, a model for lips if they even exist. Her nose is perfectly strait, no bumps to ruin her. The cheekbones in which her face holds are high, they have a slight flush to them, as though there is a natural blush to her cheeks. And her eyes, oh! Her eyes! How can a creature of any magnitude have such wonderful eyes! It is as though a rainbow is captures in their endless depths! Ranging from every shade of every color.
As though she was not glorious enough. Her body was shaped like a old-time cola-bottle, one in which many men of the past used to sing about. It was curvy in all the right places. Her legs were very long. Upon noticing them, I instantly thought of the old movies in which a female would hold out her leg and men went crazy with arrogant whistling.
She was wearing a lovely white, gray, and black dress. The colors faded into each other from lighter colors to ones of darker shades. The dress hung delicately over her curvy frame, hugging closely to her upper body than draping out when it got to her waist. It made her look even curvier if that was even possible. The neck of the dress was low, but very flattering making her bust more pronounced. One side of the of the skirt was longer than the other. It stopped just below her knees. Alice, wince, it still hurt to say any of their names, would without a doubt in my mind, approve.
The sun was shining bright yellow rays of light over her form, making her skin glow. Like it was not before, I thought dryly. I admit, she was making me very jealous right now. Even Rosalie had some serious competition. No, there was no competition. This girl was far more beautiful. Rosalie could not compare, this girl was on a whole nether level. And yet, she was not even a vampire to give her the excuse of this unnatural beauty that radiated off of her.
And then she started to murmur to her-self. The noise that came from her lips was far better than the tinkling bells of which vampire speak. It was far better than your favorite melody. It was more seductive and alluring than the voice of a goddess. In fact, a goddess would wish for this girls death upon listening to this what only I could say ( because there is no word for it) voice.
The woman stood with such grace that it would put Alice(wince) the most graceful vampire of them all, to shame. Her body tensed and then as though on instinct, went into a cat-like stance. There was a slight rustle from the bushes, implying she was not alone…
Out of the bushes stepped someone that was oddly familiar. Their fiery-red hair blew swiftly in the wind. The cat-like futures of the woman's face was as hard as stone and the blood-shot crimson color of her eyes were ice cold. It was obvious that the woman knew this, what I could guarantee was a vampire. Recognition dawned on me. It was Victoria.
I feared for this woman. How could she possibly survive the attack of Victoria? A strong vampire, full of blood lust. There was no way.
Victoria smirked evilly. Looking like a cat that has just eaten a fat, juicy, canary bird. She circled the girl as though she was looking at a delicious meal. Which to her, I guess she was. Her steps were graceful, you could see the muscles in her body move with each step. I felt like screaming, but knowing I could do nothing. I mean really what am I suppose to do? An insignificant human who had nothing on her side. I was so clumsy I could almost be considered handicap. There was nothing special about me at all, in the least. I knew what was going to happen. This poor, young woman, only appearing to be my age, was going to die. It was the only way.
But something happened next that I did not understand. Victoria looked at the girl and in her high soprano voice sneered,
"Bella."
