Bright Midnight
Hi Guys!
This is Twilight Fan Fiction... sort of! It had some of Stephenie Meyer's characters later on, but it's sort of my own twist of a story, using the same concepts of Stephenie Meyer.
So, hope you guys don't come after me with pitch forks ;-)
Sincerely,
~Kassady!
Bright Midnight
Prologue
I guess you could say it all started with a bang, yes, a bang of cannon fire and then burning coldness. I had no idea what had happened, all I knew was that I ached from head to toe with pain. Pitiless pain. It felt like fire was rushing through me, starting from a point at my neck and moving to my toes. I couldn't feel anything but searing pain.
I knew some how I had been hit by the cannon ball... but why was I still in pain? Shouldn't I be dead? Maybe I had gone straight to hell, burning for eternity. What had I done to deserve hell? I had been a good man, and it wasn't my fault that I was put into the revolt against the South. I mean... indeed, I had done it to please my father, who was unable to help the president because of his maimed leg. But was that any reason I should be going to hell? No! So why was I burning in every part of my body, but yet freezing over some how, turning into cold, hard marble. It was an odd contradicting feeling.
After a long time of suffering through the pain I was able to blink my eyes open and look around, I was no longer on the battle field. Instead I looked around at the white interior of what I thought could be fabric. I had a terrible thirst, that stung my throat. My head buzzed and I couldn't get the thought of "must drink" out. The thirst drove me crazy and it pushed me forward, off the cot I lay on. I ducked because of the low tent ceiling—for indeed I was in my tent and it was night out side the tent flaps. I looked over to where my bunk mates lay sleeping in their cots, bandaged but yet, still alive from the day of fighting.
Before I knew what going on, my thirst was quenched and I drew away, horrified, from my dead friends body, the now cold blood dripping from a wound in his neck that looked like bite marks.