Hello all you wonderful people! This is my first fanfic on Edward. And keep in mind that Bella does not exist.
Disclaimer-I will never own Twilight
Edward's point of view:
I remember that night like it was yesterday. It was night everything changed. The night I had a monster. I am cursed to live a life of youth forever. Forced to watch everyone I love slowly age while I stay young forever. I am cursed to live a life of despair and tragedy. The worst part is the hunger. The hunger for what I can't have. The hunger for the only thing that will keep me alive. Blood. With out it I will wither away and die. Well...die again. I know it may sound morbid on what I have to drink in order to saty alive, but that's the price you pay for being a vampire. But I don't dreink human blood. Why waste someone's life for my simple hunger? Especially if they didn't deserve to die? It just doesn't seem fair on my part. I also can't go into the sun. It burns my kin and makes it shine.
One thing I would like to gain from being a vampire is love. My mate. THe person who I will spend eternity with. The woman to have my children. The woman who loves me. But that probably won't ever happen. Plus I'm a vampire. A creature of the night. Something everybody fears.
Charlotte's point of view:
High School. Oh how I hate it here. There is one term I like to use when describing it here at Leigh High School. Hell. But luckily I'm in my senior year. One more year in this hell hole and I'm out. There's only one person who makes school remotely fun for me. Gerogia Nicholson. Also known as Gorgie and my best friend since 2 nd grade. She is very pretty and extremly funny.
Georgia stands at about 5'6. She has long golden curls that flow to her hips, the bluest eyes I have ever seen, and red lips. She has a tan skin tone that clashes with her natural blonde hair. Me on the other hand is a total opposite. I am short at about 5'2. I have long wavy black locks that flow to just under my breasts, Big emerald eyes framed by a set of dark lashes,and pale pink lips. I have pale skin, but it's not like albino white. Gorgie says that I'm beautifull and that iff I got out of the house I would have guys lined up. I don't see it personally. In my point of view, she has always and will always bee the pretty one. I'm a diamond in the rough, you could say.
It was a friday in January. The one from when we just got back from Winter break. I decided after school that I would go to the library. I always liked to read. Books are like t.v. for your head. It also helps me escape this world, into a fantasy one. I was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a teal V-neck. My hair was messy ans it's natural ringlets bounced with every step.
I quickly entered the library and was hit with the smell of paper and Febreeze. I fast walked over to my favorite section. Romance. I decided on getting a book I had read a million times before. Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet. It was a classic and a good read. I had read it about 4 times. The book was one one of the top shelves so I had to climb to get it. I stood on my tip toes and barely touched it. I jumped and hit the book. It toppled and fell. Somehow I had managed to knock the book shelf over. It was wobbling. And then It began to tip. I picked up my book and scrambled myself against another shelving unit. I then prepared for the contact. When it didn't come I unclenched my eyes. There I saw a boy who looked around my age standing there holding up the book shelf and studying myself. But something about him was off.