So you ask, "why are you doing this?" Because i'm completely in anger over Twilight and hearing it being said it is the greatest book ever; Reserve your response because I'm gonna make your head spin with my version; and i swear Stephenie Mayer would die to read this xD
This is a teaser ; maybe even the prologue:
Project Twilight
Prologue: Winds of Sea
She saw his head, she saw him there; She saw the person responsible lying so limply and vulnerable. The person that brought this trouble on her. But still she wasn't sure if he was pulling an act or merely was unconscious, so her pushes up were quieter than a mouse; and even more so when she stood shakily. Her hands wrapped together and her eyes adjusting to the dark.
She focused her sight on him.
Him.
But she knew him.
She knew him from school but still the shock didn't die down. The shock that came from confession and from a very possible unreal thing. Maybe he was making it up or rather was truly out of his mind but still the things he did was impossible and very frightening. How could she explain it? How could she explain his unnatural strength or his durability; Surely she never met someone quite like him.
But it intrigued her, besides scaring; though she didn't want to get any closer.
She didn't want to believe those flashing memories; the memories that fell off of her mind. The memories which were so inhuman and just surreal; so why had it happened? Why and how? She questioned herself and then tensed when he briefly shifted and still didn't wake.
Why had it happened?
Why was she dragged into this?
Surely she was a innocent victim but then again...
He didn't think of it like that; he didn't or why else would she be here in this dark without any reasons why?
Without any real reasons that were understandable; not his cock and bull story. The not so surreal nightmare that he played with; he couldn't be a vampire...a vampire..
he couldn't be one; they didn't look like him..
they weren't real either, but so much what he said stuck profoundly. So bold and glittering. SO how could she just ignore it? Just toss it aside? Maybe there was something to his claims...as it could explain everything; but still..it didn't explain this..not this.
Not this..
She held back a whimper as he stirred, finally sitting up.
"You." He said in a choked back voice, pointing lazily at her before breaking off. His eyes were fluttering else where and to another place. Maybe he was just as confused as her...maybe not..maybe.. But she knew him defintely;
He was the Cullen's boy.
Edward Cullen.
The neighborhood vampire...
The vampire that led her to die..the vampire..a unreal imaginarycreature; something out of a novel but it wasn't; it wasn't anything like she'd read. She was sure that she was going to die, sure that when he had the chance, he'd make her a vampire too.
Sure, more than anything...now that he was awake;
So she got ready by closing her eyes, waiting to feel his hot presence on her; sucking at her breath but none of that happened and she stayed in anxiety. "Yes me." She retorted back with a meek tone but it grew to some proportion ceasing only when he gained the ground.
"You're still alive."
"Of course.."
His back to her; the face hidden once again but she made no mistakes about this; made no admissions of guilt or fear; though the fear shone on her face. Sinking back and giving her the age before her time.
"Edward Cullen.."
"Yes...now..it's time that we got back to what was started.."
She shrunk back, now trying to gasp for so much air, intaking too much and struggling. Struggling before it began, or before it resumed. Before...she couldn't take it; she couldn't stand the image of him penetrating her flesh....of him over her..of him taking her very life. It couldn't go on. It couldn't but she couldn't do anything. Not anything at all. Not anything to fight a real life vampire..she a mere human couldn't do it..
She couldn't resist Edward Cullen.
