Hey, this is my first Twilight story, so we'll see how it goes. This is set right in the beginning of New Moon, Edward has just abandoned Bella and she is running through the forest after him, where she then meets someone else before the werewolves rescue her. Hope you like it!
Sorry it's a bit short, but if it gets a good reaction the next chapter will probably be longer.
There are certain moments in life that are completely surreal. Moments when your hear t and mind are so distraught that everything takes on a hazy, disconnected feel. It's the type of moment where, when looking back, you can't remember whether it really happened or not. Only the feeling remains.
Really, the whole time I spent with him was like one of those moments. It blew past like a whirlwind, a tornado. He picked up the fractured pieces of heart and flung them over the precipice and into the breeze, where they were tossed and flung about in every direction. One day I hated him, the next I loved him, while still a major component my heart belonged solely to another.
Perhaps it was never what I thought. Perhaps I was just bewitched by that incomprehensible charisma that emanated from his pores. Either way, that day I met him was like stepping into a maelstrom. Before I even realized it I was caught in the irresistible pull, spiraling wildly, sinking deeper and deeper everyday. But, everything has its end, and even a whirlpool will one day forfeit its unparalleled strength and dissipate completely.
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As I stumble through the woods, tripping, blinded by the tears gushing ceaselessly from my eyes, I have no idea where I'm going. But I can't stop, no, there's no way I can stop. Stopping means giving up, it means accepting what has just happened. That it something I cannot do. I simply refuse to.
He could be waiting just around the corner. There, just past that half dead tree, smiling his beautiful smile, pale arms wide open and welcoming. But, with every step, deep down I know he has taken two more away from me. And I'm disappearing, disappearing, clumsily trying to catch this infallible being, who doesn't want anything to do with me.
"Edward!" I scream at the top of my lungs, but I'm breathing so hard it's barely audible. "Edward! Edwar…" Choking violently, I trip over a protruding tree root and collapse onto my hands and knees. Exhausted, I rest my feverish forehead against the damp, frigid moss.
What's life without him? What am I doing, I need to get up! I need to keep running!
My limbs are heavy and sluggish, refusing to obey. Traitors, they need to be strong and bear me stiffly up, before he vanishes from my life completely. I fight, attempting to stand once again but fatigue takescontrol, and I roll over on my side—defeated.
After a few minutes, there's a rustling, the sound of foot steps on cracking twigs and leafs. "Edward…?" I mumble halfheartedly, too afraid to open my eyes and find nothing there.
"No."
The reply is cold and succinct. It's a slicing voice, deceptively beautiful and sharp as a knife.
Wearily, I look up. The sight that greets me should be frightening, but my heart is all ready closed off, a vacant void. The first thing I notice is black—an impossibly tall, black shadow of a person looming over me.
It's a man in a cloak (who wears a cloak anymore?). The hood is pulled up so I can't see his face. In fact, there is no skin visible on his body, all is covered by the cloak and there are black leather gloves covering his hands.
I stare at him, for what seems like a very long time. A dizziness has overtaken me and I can hardly focus my eyes on him. Stock still, he stands there looking down at me in turn (I assume, at least). The gloved hands clench into fists, every now and then releasing only to be balled up tightly once again.
"Who are you?" I finally ask, uninterestedly, sick of tense silence even in my befuddled state.
"Stand up."
I shake my head, trying to clear it, not expecting such a quick reply. "What?"
"I said stand up. Now."
"No." I frown suspiciously, "First tell me who you are."
He snorts angrily, and roughly grabs me by the arm. His grip is so strong, I hiss in pain as he yanks me to my feet. On unsteady legs, I stumble backward, instinctually trying to put some distance between us. I can't see his expression, but the entire stance of his body subtly shifts. His breath catches in his throat, and he leans slightly forward, like a panther crouching before leaping on its kill.
"Step toward me" He growls.
I shake my head, unable to speak, reaching back for something anything that can help. My heart thumps harshly, and all I can think is, "Edward, oh god Edward, please help me!"
His head turns to the side, "Why won't you obey?" He murmurs, almost to himself, then looks at me again.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind tears through the trees, pulling my hair forward and nearly dragging me closer to him. The wind is so powerful, that the hood of his cloak is thrown of his head.
"N-No.." I whimper, fear finally kicking in, "You, you're a…"
Red, oh god, his eyes are so red I can't see anything else. I don't even have time to cry out, in a spilt second he's right there next to me, cold arms crushing into my back. Brutally, he pulls my head to the side, exposing the tender flesh of my neck.
As his teeth sink into my throat, my vision swirls and everything starts to fade to black.
"Edward…" I cry out, one last time, before the pains rips through my body and everything else disappears.
Has Bella really been bitten and turned into a Vampire? Review with what you think, and we'll find out in the next chapter!