A/N: Hello, readers. This is my first Twilight Fan Fiction, and I am quite excited about this idea. I feel I may have a semi-original plot here, despite the lack of summary, so please do not shoot down my happiness with flames if and when you decide to review. That being said, let me also inform you that this is NOT an Edward/OC pairing type story. As far as fiction goes, I find anything outside the realm of Bella/Edward romance unrealistic. As for the main character, she is, in fact, an Original Character. If you are an OC hater, then I suggest you read no further.
Also, this is just the Preface, so don't expect more than a couple hundred words. It's like a sample of what is yet to come. If you like my writing style and want me to continue, please tell me in a review.
Have a nice day.
Part 1
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--Prologue--
Nothing has the power to change the past. Everyone makes decisions that affect the path their life is on. The only question is do you have the courage to make the best of what life gives you? Whether it was my choice or not, can I live with the gift that was given to me?
Can I wisely use this power, or will it corrupt me?
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My mind is in a haze as I approach her. Fear shakes through her body like a leaf, her deep brown eyes glazed with terror. I don't care about the consequences right now. All that consumes my mind is my burning thirst, and how sweet her blood smells. She knows my motive; she's seen the hunger in eyes other than my own. She glances at the open window, but knows escape is futile. Her human legs could never outrun my own.
My feet crunch slightly on the shards of glass still littering the floor as I step toward her. As a last minute decision, she makes for the window, but I pounce in a flash, pinning her to the floor. Her eyes are filled with pleading, but her body has given up the struggle.
I'm so close now, I can almost imagine how her skin will feel when my teeth sink into her flesh. My lips hover above her throat, as if in hesitation. Then, her last words glide through the air, as if a resounding note had just concluded a song.
"...I love you, Edward."
But, somewhere, I know he hears.
A/N: Told you it was short. Review me your thoughts.