Preference
The driveway was long, cool and shadowed by the limbs of trees. It looked even darker than it normally did; night was falling fast, especially for this time of year. Sarah Greene stared up at the paling sky through the bows of trees and shivered. Perhaps it was the wind singing eerily through the trees. Perhaps it was the harvest moon glowing like and giant ember in the sky. Or maybe it was her herself that made her shiver; if there was one thing that could be said about Sarah, it was that she had a very overactive imagination. She didn't bandy it about, as some people with imaginations do, but the people close knew about it all too well.
Sarah Greene was seventeen years old, five feet eight inches tall, and thin. She had red-gold hair that, when she let it out, reached down to her belly-button. Her eyes were blue-grey and bright. Her pale skin stood out vividly from the darkness; she wasn't wearing a jacket in spite of the cold, only a black tank-top, jeans, and regular sneakers.
The wind let out a sudden, violent, gust and the limbs of the trees rattled overhead. Sarah wrapped her arms around herself and tried to shield herself from the cold but it was clear when she started shivering that it wasn't doing much good.
What am I doing here? She asked herself as she walked off the driveway and into the forest. This is madness, why would I ever agree to do something so stupid?
Sarah and her friends had been having a slumber party to celebrate Katie's birthday and, somehow, the part had gotten around to playing truth or dare… Sarah was too smart to fall for picking truth; her friends knew just which questions to answer, the ones that would embarrass her the most. And so now, here she was, dared, by her best friend, Kathryn, to touch the wall of the next-door neighbor's house.
Of course, Sarah wouldn't have been at all scared to do this if it had been daylight – not that she was scared of the dark. But there was something about tonight that really made her uneasy… She stepped up to the wall of the house and touched the peeling paint, then stepped quickly away. She started to walk away from the house, faster than she had come up to it. She was so relieved that she didn't even notice the howling of the wind; or the silent shadow that was creeping up behind her. Nor did she have time to scream when it seized her.
Author's Note: This isn't my first fanfic, as you can see, but it's my first time writing for the Twilight fandom. I do promise – not immeaditly but later – that the Cullen family and Bella will come into the plot – just not right away. Basicly this story is about a young girl that gets turned to a vampire… but I'm not going to give the entire plot away! Enjoy, please review, criticize, anything you want… I prefer constructive criticism to flames always. No, I don't write Mary-Sues so get it out of your head right now! (Like I'd really sink that low… eew) Future Chapters will be MUCH longer. Oh and no, this isn't going to twist the pairings in the book… I like Bella with Edward, thanks.