My story will take a couple months before Victoria's newborn army attacks. My story will move through Eclipse and through Breaking Dawn.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight in any shape or form. That would be Stephanie Meyer.
Prologue:
My story begins like this:
I live in a fairly big city called Kingston. Well technically I live on the outskirts in the country. It was around two or three in the morning in August. I couldn't sleep so I was sitting on my front steps with my eyes closed. When I opened them, there was a red head with wild hair and bare feet. "Can I help you?" I asked curiously. She looked me up and down. She then said "You'll do." As she finished saying this, this she leapt at me. When she landed and I was flat on my back, she latched onto my neck and dug her teeth into my flesh. My scream that came next was one of pure pain and agony.
That was when the burning started. The pain, the burning, the red that was attached to my arm now instead of my neck, it was too much for my brain too process. I did the only logical thing I could. I passed out.
Cullen House, Forks, Washington
A tiny pixie like woman's blank stare turned to one of sadness. Her companion and her only family member sitting in the living room at the time flinched. 'I didn't think she would stoop this low Alice." He spoke. "Call a family meeting Edward." Alice replied. Edward rushed to gather the family. When everyone was gathered in the living room, Alice explained the reason for the family meeting. "The reason I called this meeting was because Victoria is starting a newborn army." The big bear of man standing next to the only blonde female in the room interrupted her, "So, it's just a couple newborns. It will be a piece of cake."
"It won't be that easy Emmett; she has already got three newborns. Her first one has an amazing gift. To make matters worse; her first victim was only sixteen year old boy." At this the blonde standing next to Emmett growled. "Easy Rosalie" Emmett said trying to comfort his wife. "TAKE IT EASY! She turned a sixteen year old Emmett. She stole his life." With that she tore out of the room with a speed not even a fighter jet could match. Esme her face full of sorrow seemed to speak to herself in a low whisper "That poor boy."
So, what did you think? Like it, hate it? Please review and tell me if I should continue.
