Summary: Carle is a vampire crazed seventeen year old teen whose obsession with the Twilight book series has left her with a distorted look on the world around her. So surely it would be asking too much to let the changes occurring to her ex friend to be just trauma? Carle is desperate to find out what's going on with her after her year abduction because the changes just aren't mental, they're physical too. Carle is sure something's going on, but if Carle doesn't watch her step, she'll find herself in a world where Twilight isn't just a number one best seller.
"All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lose." J. R. R. Tolkien
Morning Revival
Prologue
I never wanted to die.
If I could have my way, every day would be just another notch on the never ending belt of forever. My existence would range on and on, past the ending of the world and on throughout the constant stream of time. I would be an immortal, as far as life span occurred, never crossing over, never knowing the unknown and especially, never passing on.
I'd always had a fascination with the paranormal, my obsession not stopping with one area. It raged from the acceptable, the almost plausible to the completely mythical, the kind that only existed in fairy tales, if you were lucky. This little fact seemed to cross oddly with my fear of dying, but at the time, it was everything I'd ever wanted, the best thing to have happened to me. Now that I was here, I would give anything to turn back to ignorance.
Here I crouched, cowering with my hands balled in my hair, trying not to look but unable to turn away. In front of me, she died for me. She had never asked anything of me, never done anything to provoke me, yet the sound of screeching mental, the feral screams of pain came from her. And it was my entire fault. Every little part of it was my fault. And she would pay the price. It clawed at my sanity, dragging me past the brick with every rip, every tear…
Finally courage grabbed me in a moment of mental unbalance, making my move both stupid and life ending. But I could not stand back, not sit there. I couldn't when the figure in his grasp was meant to be me. Braking from my torment of terrified sobs, I pounced to my feet and charged, straight into the arms of death.