So this is my second story I'm working on. I'm guessing a lot of people read Twilight fanfics, including me so I'm hoping I'll at least get 5 reviews by this. That is my goal
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight SM does.
I ran. The feeling of fear and death consumed my every limb. I turned back murderously to see a pair of blood red eyes gazing back at me. I had tried to scream but it wouldn't come out. I felt my heartbeat quicken. I stumbled, tripping on what seemed like a root and fell to the ground. I looked up and the sky was nothing but a pure blanket of black with not even a slightest of a star in it. I dropped my gaze in order to be instantly lost in the blood red eyed creatures stare.
Why is it always staring at me? Its eyes stared in pure wonder and were now transfixed on my now bleeding arm. Rust mixed with vinegar. My nostrils burned with the smell of my own blood.
As it drew closer I could smell the sweetness in the air along with the tanginess of bleach. This smell was not like anything I've ever smelled before. Before I blacked out I could see it pull back exposing what looked like fangs and leaned in, closing in the distance between us.
I then let out a scream.
My eyes flashed open. I looked around taking in every inch of my room. Hugh… I sighed. I pushed up on my arms to reposition up on my pillows. A light blinked across my room, as I looked over I saw that the clock said it was 5:30 a.m. in the morning no less. I'm a night person not a morning person. So don't wake me up at 5:30 in the morning.
I've been having this dream for over nearly four week, which is when I moved back into my dad's house in Atlanta. Maybe it has something to do with this area. I have to go back to sleep, or else Charlie is going to complain about me being too cranky. You'd think after 4 weeks and 3 summers he would get used to it.
"Ehhhooh" I yawned. I looked over at the alarm clock again before snuggling back into bed. I pulled up my green sheet and left it over me, leaving my feet out in the process. But I don't mind, I need to stay nice and cold for the morning anyway. My mom and my dad both think I'm cold-blooded because I can not stand the heat. Even in the winter I keep my fan on. It annoys them greatly. But they still love me.
My eyelids were soon drooping and hard to keep open. So I just let them close. As quickly as I woke up I soon dozed into a soundless sleep. Having my dream flood back into my mind