Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight-I just like to write stories about it
The seconds ticked past. Slowly, always so slowly. How long had i been here for? The pain seared through me but I couldn't move. I daren't move. I was trapped, unable to escape the fire. I was falling, with no-one to help me. I didn't want to open my eyes and face what I now was. I couldn't move, all I felt was pain. Why? Why me? My whole life I had tried to be good. Then this happens. Everything slipped from being out of focus into crystal clear. The pain stopped and I snapped my eyes open. I was in a dark room. Where was I?
I could see clearly the grains of wood. I could see dust swirling in the air, dancing gracefully in the light. I was alone, but I heard footsteps, breathing, a heartbeat. I knew I was no longer human. I had no heartbeat. I smelt blood, oh sweet blood. Coming closer. Closer. The door opened with a creak. The smell became unbearable, overpowering. I tried to fight it but the animal inside me took over. My lips curled back and I let out a growl. The scent drew me forward and I crouched, ready to pounce. So this is what my life would be. I'd be a monster. No-one would be safe when I was around. I didn't know who was there, who had come so close to death, but I'd kill everyone - my friends and my enemies. I had to run away. To protect them from me. I tried to run, I was fast. Faster than before. I was stronger to – I'd proven that. No-one could love me, I'd kill them if they got near me. I needed to get away from civilisation. I'm sure you'd agree I was anything but civilised. I ran, never tired, until I was as far from people as possible. My friends would be searching for me by now. I was far from the perfect son my father had once dreamed of. I'd always been good and cautious. I'd followed my in my father's footsteps until now. I stopped running. I looked back. I'd crossed an ocean without realising I had. I hadn't felt the change of surface. I'd run for about a day. I was in southern France, it seemed like. The smells were overwhelming, not that they were appetising but they because they were so strong. I passed a still lake – even in the dark I could see perfectly. I was different, but I only saw my eyes reflected. Blood Red. T
his is what I was. A demon. I needed to be strong but I knew that one day I would accidentally lapse my control. I must destroy this...this thing that I'd become. I didn't know who or what I was anymore. All I knew was I wasn't human. I had become something my father had spent his life trying to wipe out. His beloved son – a monster...
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