Oh! Time for a rain check! This is the true story of Sunrise, just as I promised. The other was only a rough draft, if you will. It is so much more descriptive, and reflects the true nature of things.
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(oh, the longing to be normal)
Bree
I crashed through the woods wildly. I couldn't hear them coming after me anymore, but that didn't mean a thing. They were vampires, and could creep up on me at a moment's notice at any time. And of course, with my human ears I wouldn't hear them nearly fast enough.
I felt a fluttering near my heart. Chelsea definitely was getting better.
Anger suddenly overwhelmed me. Some friend she was. Sure, she had her moments, but at the end of the day she was actually looking forward to turning me into one of them. Trying to sway me to them would never work. I hated theVolturi with all my heart.
I didn't feel bad for myself though. I felt bad for all the enemies of the Volturi after they changed me. I would do all their dirty work for them. They wouldn't have to lift a finger; all they'd have to do was watch my gift wreak havoc on their enemies.
I refused to be used.
I finally stopped in a clearing, my breath getting caught in my throat. If they were going to catch me, than at least I could put up a fight. Luckily for me, my gift was powerful enough to have manifested itself while I was still human. Maybe I could destroy some of them with it before they took me.
I sighed as I waited in the shadow of the tree. I was all alone, and pretty soon I wouldn't be me. I imagined the venom that would rage through my body, turning me into a monster. There was no escape. No hope.
"There is always hope," a quiet, musical voice said. My head whirled around.
A dark vampire stood there, his eyes on me. I gulped.
The Volturi had found me.
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Oh, the the longing to be completely rid of writer's block!