Chapter 1: Steel Blades and Sorrowful Eyes
A/N: In this story Kim finds Edward and a couple of things are changed about him like his hands---oops cant tell you! XD oh well ur gonna just have to read to find out about his hands! . Also the mother is different, there is no little brother, and her father isn't around. Kim's friends are still jerks and she does not have a boyfriend. The guy who was her boyfriend is now just a jealous friend who secretly likes her. Yes he still is psychotic in the end. Well, Enjoy!
It was a cold, cold night, and Kim could not sleep. She rolled over and drifted into a momentary dream.
Pitch black, and then a glint of light on steel blades. She tried not to panic, but could not help herself. Suddenly, a glowing butterfly landed on the shining blades, and whatever was holding the blades lifted them to its face. The glow of the butterfly illuminated its--or his face, and what she saw was a pale, slender, scarred face and haunting, sorrowful eyes.
Kim awakened with a start and sat bolt upright. She heaved a sigh of relief when she realized it was only a dream. But something about it seemed almost real...like she had
seen the face somewhere. She shuddered partly at the thought and partly because the room seemed freezing all of a sudden. She knew it was because it was winter. She wrapped herself in her robe and walked to the window. It should have been snowing, but all she saw was a brittle sheet of frost on the grass, glistening underneath the partly cloudy sky of stars. The moon eminated with an eerie glow as part of a charcoal tinted cloud covered where a mouth would have been if the moon were a person's face. And then she noticed something that had irritated her, called to her for all 17 years she had lived in the sleepy little neighborhood.
It seemed all that since she was 10, her soul and mind visited this place of mystery without her body knowing it. It was the sillouhette of the castle on the hill. Its towering citadels towered to the sky. Its stained glass windows, giant and empty, seemed almost like eyes, watching her; waiting and beckoning.
Now, as happy as her family was, her mother was secretly an alcaholic and her father worked all hours. Even at 11:38PM, her mom sat at the kitchen table, glossy-eyed and beat red face completely visible. And always she waited like a hawk to catch anything bold enough to slink into her range of view and torment it to the point of exhaustion. This night she was particularly plastered to the point of violence and hate.
Kim got dressed into a pair of black jeans and a sparkling white sweater with rhinestones on it, and slipped on her glittery white Reeboks. She brushed her hair and braided two thick strands in the front, then brought them both to the back of her head. She pinned them there and let them hang loosely with her long golden tresses. She then grabbed her white, long, fur lined coat and slipped out of her bedroom quietly, unaware of what was yet to come.
She reached the kitchen, and here, in the dim glow of the lamp, a voice boomed, "And where r' YOU goin'?" She knew that line quite well, and the stench of alcahol along with it. It was her mother, sitting silently in the corner of the room, a small table lamp only lighting half of her face. It was sunken and red, and her eyes seemed almost frost-bittenly glazed over. But underneath her long eyelashes came a look of hatred and intent.
"I-it's hot in here, so I t-thought I would go for a walk," Kim stuttered. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, reminding her of the chaos that was about to ensue.
"Why you rotten little bitch!!!" her mom screeched, and stormed over to her shrieking, " How dare you lie to your own mother like you own the place or somn'!!!" And with that she smacked kim to the ground. By then, tears poured down Kim's hand-printed face, and fine wisps of hair clung to the wet streams.
"I-I'm sorry!!!" She shrieked, but it wasn't good enough. Her mom lifted her by the back of the neck and began beating her to the ground. Kim was bloody now and she began pulling her body to the door inch by inch across the floral tile.
Her mother took a seat in the corner once again, toxicated sweat pouring from her face and forehead in rivulets, and took a drag from her cigarette. Deep purple bags clung to the bottom of her blood-shot eyes. Now came the verbal abuse. "Go then, you bloody little mutt. I wish I never had you. It was your damned father who wanted you, not I! I should jus' kill you off now nice and slow, and watch you suffer like the bloody lil' bastard you are..." Her mother said, her english accent now becoming more evident in her voice.
Kim had gotten to her hands and knees, and somehow finally to her feet, and limped out the door. 'I'm never going to come back,' she thought to herself, 'Just to get my clothing, but after that, I'll never have to see her damned face again.' As soon as she was about 10 yards or so from the house she whirled around and in the loud, American voice she had recieved from her father, shouted, "I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!!!!"
Boy, was she ever glad to leave her house. She decided that she would not go back to that place. The place that no one acknowledged her, and when they did, it was to beat her or tell her to do something with her life and that she was a loser. She also decided she would sneak around her house to her bedroom window and grab the stuff she needed.
She snuck around to her room window, but it was latched shut. She knew just how to fix that. She searched around in her sweater pocket and found a pocket knife. She dug the pocket knife into the center crack between the two glass door-like windows, and pulled the knife upward toward the top. When she head a little click she knew that she had unlatched the little metal hook from its loop. She pulled open the doors and climbed quietly into her room.
She pulled a giant pack out from her closet and began stuffing it with her clothes. Once she had all of her clothes in, she grabbed her tooth and hair brush, some toothe paste, other bathroom products and her makeup. She then grabbed her cd player and all of her CDs (which was like 10 burned cds and 5 real ones) and 2 other pairs of shoes and stuffed them in. Her pack was getting quite full. She grabbed her cellphone and stuck it in her pocket and then grabbed whatever food she could find in her room and stuffed it in her bag.
She then with great effort, struggled silently back out of her window and relatched it with her knife. "Goodbye, you worthless trash house." she said as she turned and began to leave.
Suddenly, a thought struck her and she stopped abruptly. Where was she going to go? She then remembered why she had come out in the first place. She looked up at the looming manor, almost picturesque in all of its errieness. Not knowing what she would fins, she pulled her fur trimmed hood over her head and mad her way solemnly over to the manor.
A/N: End of chapter 1! Yay! If I get at least 5 reviews, I would be so happy that the next 3 chapters would come all at once! That's how much I hope that you people like it! . REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!