Disclaimer
I don't own any of this. I can only dream of being as successful as Stephenie Meyer.
Author's Notes:
Or in this case writer of ideas. lol. Hey, I know some of my words might not even exist but where would we be if Shakespeare didn't make up words, like eyeball.
Go Make-Up-Worders!!!! Lol
And I'm sorry for words that are real and I think I made them up, I just don't have a very large vocab. And I also apologize for grammar (especially past and present tense, I'm really bad at those) and my great and many spelling errors. Again, I'm not so great. Lol
This story takes place after New Moon. They are at their final year of high school; it's finally coming to a close, which means prom night. Now I know all you guys know the end of twilight. And that last line. For those of us who read Twilight before New Moon came out, know what a tease that line was. "And he leaned down to press his cold lips once more to my throat." (Meyer) I know right, a major tease to have to live with for 10 months; I was dieing to know what was going on.
No matter how much that line bothered me, I really liked the end. I was hooked. lol.
I am using that last line in my story, so I must stress-I did not write it!!!!
I will be thrilled to have your reviews. But I must ask you to be honest throughout the whole review, please. I respect your honesty. However, this is my first writing on fan fiction, and being a newbie makes me uneasy. And nervous compared to your guys' writing. I ask you to please be honest but not brutally honest. Trust me, I know I need some tips and pointers, but try to be a little kind. But don't beat around the bush, just get right to it.
Sorry, I apologize, what I just said might be a bit confusing. I hope you can work it out
Thank you, for reading. ; )
Prologue
Dear, Diary
I know I probably shouldn't be writing my thoughts between your warn leather covers because this would be the only way for Edward, my love, to know my every, or almost every, thought. But I have a strong eager to leave behind apart of me. My past, my present, my future. A remembrance of me. And I hope to god, I hide your contents from Edward for all eternity.
I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if he found you; nevertheless, it would be extremely embarrassing and you would reveal my most sacred and concealed thoughts of the events that have passed.
I leave between your yellow pages and your faint withered lines, my story of how I became what I am, and what I am is a vampire. I know, unbelievable to all the unbelievers of the world. You can take my words to heart or you can take them as a fiction, a mere dream, a figment of my imagination, or a secret wish of mine.
But I assure you that what lies between the front and back cover is the truth. It all happened. I found the love of my life at a young age. We had many adventures together and some apart. However, we were always wholer, always stronger when we were together. And the adventures were more…more…well, everything good when we were together. He he.
I especially hate when he tries to do everything himself, 'to protect me'-rrgg…men…- 'to keep me safe' he says...
Be safe
Those are his words. (Speaking of Edward, once in a while he'll have his point of view. I asked him for some of his thoughts about certain events. Hopefully, I kept my interest hidden well. Anyways, I can't say everything written under his POV will be totally accurate because I couldn't let him know I'm writing it all down.) But I always show up to help, against his belief. I usually do even though, I have gotten bumps and bruises, along the way.
Then again, that wouldn't have happened if he had just turned me earlier. But…I guess the Italy incident wouldn't have worked out if I was a vampire, due to the sun and all. But… than again, if I was a vampire before, then that wouldn't have happened at all. So, ha! Take that!
Oh, sorry I'm just blabbing on now. So, here's my story.
It all began…
