Starless Chapter 1: Prologue, a twilight fanfic

Yes. I know you hate me. i know you've been waiting for, like, a month and I'm sssssooooooooooooooo sorry!! I was very very very very busy during the past month. The sci-fair's next week, I had to train for a contest, my exams got in the way and my internet was a whole load of crap. So, to make it up to you guys, I've got four chapters instead of just the prologue, like I said before.

Hey Monday is now a part of my addiction (if any of you guys are reading this, which is very much impossible, you rock!). The songs will of course be posted at the end, as usual.

Here's Starless, Part Three from the Another Twilight Saga by pAula-p0tter

Prologue

I am changing.

It's been four years, ten albums, twenty-two awards, seventy-two countries and countless concerts, but there was nothing in my appearance that showed any evidence of this.

I am changing, but in a different way.

I am changing . . . into a vampire.

Nothing has changed since my sixth birthday, except darker circles under my eyes, pupils slowly reddening, skin being subtly lit up like a lamp and temperature getting colder than the North Pole. And nope, I'm not even exaggerating. I have lost my appetite for normal food. I'll only eat it as long as it's raw and bloody. Suddenly my friends seem more delicious than my Dad's cooking.

But I mustn't think like this. I have to have control, just like my Mom did when she was a newborn. I have to resist, just like every vegetarian vampire. No matter how sweet, potent and delicious the smell is, I must not give in.

It's a wonder that I've lasted this long in this business. Humans are so gullible, just digesting the rumor that I have a private cosmetologist who restores my appearance whenever something goes wrong.

I love this life, I love being an artist, I love making people happy, I love to sing . . . but I love my family even more. I love my world as it is, but I can't stay any longer. I know some things are irreversible. I've already met so many people. I can't turn back now.

But I've made my decision.

"I'm going back," I announced to my family one day.

"Back to what?" Mom asked.

"My old life. I can't be Nessie Cullen anymore. I'm going back to being plain old Renesmee."

"How are you going to do that?" Aunt Rose asked. "You're already a living legend. You've made your mark."

"I have to bail out of the contract at least," I said.

"But the world would still follow you," she contradicted.

"I know. But I have to try," I replied. "Three last albums, then I'm out. That's long enough to think of something, right?"

They just nodded.

Three albums left. It was going to be hurtful to say goodbye. One for inspiration, another for hurt . . . and the last one for farewell.

The hard part was telling Caleb.

"I'm bailing out," I told him in the office.

"What?!" he asked incredulously. "now?"

"No," I replied, my voice lifeless. "Just three more albums, then I'm out."

"Okay," he shrugged. "That's up to you. But why?"

"I . . . I can't tell you, Cale," I replied. "I'm sorry." Then I walked out.

I went to my lounge and clutched my guitar. It was really hard to say goodbye to something you love.

I saw the piano in a corner. It might be nice to do both for once.

I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming, but
There's a voice inside of my head, tellin'
You'll never reach it
Every step I'm takin'
Every move I make
Feels lost in no direction,
My faith is shakin'
But I gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's a climb

The struggles I'm facing
The changes I'm taking
Sometimes they knock me down, but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know where, but
These are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most
I've just gotta keep goin', and
I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on, but

Hmm . . . good enough for every one of my last albums, but best for the dreams.

Keep on movin'
Keep climbin'
Keep faith baby
It's all about, it's all about
The climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, woah

I managed to tell Mr. Jameson about my decision without tearing up.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," he replied consolingly.

"It's just . . . need my peace back," I said. "Thank you for understanding."

"It would be sad to see you go."

"I'm sad I have to leave."

"Are you sure about your decision?" he pressed on.

"Very sure," I replied. Then I let out a huge gust of air.

"Well, then, will you be ready to announce it to the world?"

"No," I said. "I'll do that on the final album."

"Okay, if you say so. You and Caleb should begin talking."

"Sure. Have a good day, Mr. Jameson."

"You too."

I clicked the line shut.

I already had the titles picked out, keeping my alliteration/assonance style of naming albums. The first of the last would be Dare your Dreams; the next one tear Tracks; and the last one, the officially last one, Vive, Vale. Dad came up with the title of the last one. He said it was a Latin inscription they'd once found. I better remember to ask him what it means in the morning.

Since I didn't want it to be obvious that I'm leaving, I decided to write a few upbeat songs for Dare your Dreams.

Hey now, hey now

Have you ever seen such a beautiful now

I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright

When I see you smiling I go

Oh, oh, oh

I would never want to miss this

Coz in my heart I know what this is

Hey now, hey now

This is what dreams are made of

Hey now, hey now

This is what dreams are made of

I've got somewhere I belong

I've got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

Have you ever wondered what life is about

You could search the world and never figure it out

You don't have to sail the oceans

No, no, no

Happiness is no mystery it's

Here now, it's you and me, yeah

Hey now, hey now

This is what dreams are made of

Hey now, hey now

This is what dreams are made of

I've got somewhere I belong

I've got somebody to love

This is what dreams are made of

Open your eyes (this is what dreams are made of)

Shout to the sky (this is what dreams are made of)

When I see you smiling I go

Oh, oh, oh

Yesterday my life was duller

Now everything's Technicolor

Hey now, hey now

This is what dreams are made of

Hey now, hey now

This is what dreams are made of

I've got somewhere I belong

I've got somebody to love

This is what dreams

Dreams

This is what dreams are made of

Hey now, hey now

Hey now

This is what dreams

Hey now, hey now

What dreams are made of

Then suddenly, that hit me. This is really what dreams are made of. I'm just going to throw it all away.

I remembered Mom telling me that you can have too much of something good.

Am I really having too much of a good thing?

Yes, yes I am.

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