My first story YAAA!!... .Actually I'm kinda nervous :)
oh, and please forgive any grammar or spelling mistake, i tried.
Any way, Everyone knows I don't own Twilight, but I will say it anyway: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT STEPHANIE MEYER
DOSE!
Midnight sky
1. Death
I really didn't want to go Forks, the ban of my existence and possibly my new home. It was for Renee, so maybe I could do it. Maybe I could leave my sunny, clear-skied Phoenix for the gloomy, ever-rainy Forks, maybe. I wasn't positive though. Would that be best for My hare brain mother, Renee, would she be able to get the bills in on time, could she resist her countless fads, would she remember to pick up the dry cleaning? But I could see it in her eyes, I could see that she wanted to be with Phil and what was keeping her here was me. I was keeping them from staring their new lives together. So as much as I didn't want to admit it I had already made up my mind. I was going, because I knew it was the right thing. She had Phil and he made her happy. I decided I would make the best of the week I had left in Phoenix-- because where I was going I know I wouldn't be able to see much of my beloved sun.
When I got up that morning the sun was shinning in my window. It shown in my room as if the universe was trying to convince my I didn't want to leave my nice comfortable room, and it was right, I didn't.
Golden rays shined on every surface, making my pail yellow walls seem like the were glowing, the sunny was bouncing off of my ancient stereo system and computer making fragmented rays bounce around the room. I loved the sun. It was a Saturday but I was still getting up at six. I had errands to run and choirs to do, so I rolled out of my bed and tried to convince myself to start my day.
I picked thought my dresser trying to decide what to wear before I toke my shower. I wasn't too into fashion--I wouldn't make a difference anyway. I was ivory-skinned, with out the excuse of blue eyes or red hair, despite the constant sunshine. I had always been slender but soft somehow. Could be pretty – it was very clear, almost translucent-looking— but it all depended on the color. I had no color. My eyes weren't anythin1g special just brown, same with my hair. I was hopelessly plain. At random, I pulled out a blue blouse and a pair of faded bluegens out of my draw and went to take my shower.
"Bell's honey why are you up so early, you should just relax today, it's the weekend" Renee asked when she saw me walking in to the kitchen. She already had breakfast going, which was well….a change.
It looked like she was trying to make waffles, and I noticed a cook book on the table and wounded if she had found a new hobby. By the looks of the kitchen guess she had. The mess some how managed to encompass the whole kitchen, seriously how would she survive without me.
"I woke up out of habit, it's OK though I have things I need to do," I explained.
"Any thing I can help you with" she asked.
"No, just some chore" I said looking around at the kitchen.
She seemed to notice for the first time what the kitchen looked like. "Sorry honey" she said, a smile creeping up on her face "I sorta just got caught up in what I was doing" she explained still giving me a big smile. "I'll clean it up". My mom was a little young for her age, and I expected that's one of the things that drew her to Phil. She liked to feel young and Phil made her feel even younger.
I spent most of the morning doing my laundry, cleaning my room, and catching up on some school work. Before I know it, it was getting dark. I had errands to run. I had to go to the bank to deposit my latest check into my savings, witch had the only two purposes , one being buying me a car one of these day, and the other to help out with my college. Renee wasn't the best at saving money. As soon as she got a little saved something new would come along that she just had to try and there goes the savings. Still I knew she had put some away for my college education and I loved her. I had also volunteered to take some clothes to the cleaners on my way. Knowing that she wouldn't remember to until she needs it.
I walked to the bus stop that was at the corner of the block. I usually didn't go out that late, but it was only starting to get dark and I was sure I would be back before it got dark. When I got to the bus stop I noticed there were only a few people. But there was something not quite right about the way they were acting. Then I figured it out. They all seemed to be avoiding someone. There was only one person on the bench inside of the Bus stop, and he looked like an angle. He looked like he was around twenty, but somehow he seemed old. He had black hair and was wearing clothes that looked old and tattered but somehow that didn't seem to take away from his beauty, and he looked like he was carved of marble, not only did his jaw line looked it was carved by a master sculptor of the old days, but his skin was even paler than mine.
Something else was out of place. He was wearing sunglasses, not so abnormal in Phoenix but it was getting to dark so it was a little strange. But I decided that I didn't care. Yes, he was handsome but for some reason I just wasn't attracted to him, and I couldn't see everyone's problem. Why stand around when there is almost a whole bench empty? So I walked the rest of the ten feet to the bench and set down as everybody who had originally ignored my presence when I first arrived stared at me like I was a three headed monster.
The man at the other side of the bench didn't look up as I sat down, but sifted his position ever so little, in that little shift he seemed to looked more like a wiled cat than an angle.
"Hello" he sang, and I was momentarily taken back by his sing song voice.
"Hi" I said not knowing what to say and very aware of the coarseness of my voice compared to his.
"You smell wonderful" he said with a glee in his eye that I didn't understand.
"Umm... Thanks" I said than blushed out of embarrassment.
I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. No one ever paid me any attention. I never looked like a girl from Phoenix should. Physical, I never fit in anywhere so I had always been somewhat of an outcast, and never really liked attention. But this was different. He seemed different and I didn't like it.
"Don't worry," he said, as if he could read the emotion sweeping across my face at light speed.
"I don't bite…hard" he said with a grin.
Just then the bus pulled up and everyone seemed to be in a big hurry. I felt like I wanted to be in a hurry too, as fast as I could manage I picked up my bag and started to stand. But I couldn't. My bag was caught on something rock hard and it wouldn't budge.
The bus left.
"Why don't you stay for awhile?" I turned around surprised to see my bag was being held back by the man that was setting the bench about two feet away, only now he was close. Too close, he smelt very sweet, and was flashing me a wide smile showing a set of perfect white teeth.
A dark cloud shadowed us in the already dark sky. And I realized that that somehow this man was different, he was dangerous. Why didn't I realize it sooner? I started to Panic.
"Get away from me" He smiled.
I dropped my purse and ran, but didn't get far. My clumsiness never stopped even in life or depth situation, I tripped over my own feet. I ended up in an ally and realized with horror that I was being pined up against a brick wall by, what seemed like a terrifying stone cold monster out of the horror films.
"Get away from me" I warned in a voice that was supposed to sound strong. But my throat was dry and my voice cracked.
He was close now I could feel him against me. He was as heard as a rock--I wasn't going anywhere.
"bon appetit" he whispered into my ear with a little laugh. I almost couldn't hear his voice even with him against my neck. Pain. That's all there was, pain. He had bitten my neck. Why? Why me? What was he doing? Was he drinking my blood? No, that couldn't be it, why? Would he? Pain! He was! I was beginning to get dizzy, where was I? What way is up?
He stopped. More pain, as I fell to the ground.
"My mother always told me not to play with my food," he said with a sly smile "but… I never really listened, this way is more fun"
I got up and ran. I knew it would do no good. Whatever he was I knew he was dangerous, I could see the joy in his eyes when I struggled. He was a monster.
"this could be fun, you've got sprit. I like a good hunt" he called with a chuckle.
Before even a second had passed he was in front of me. He looked like a tiger ready to pounce, and he was enjoying the hunt. Hunt? Yes, that's what this was. I realize consciously what he had just said, this was a hunt, and I was his pray. I didn't stand a chance.
A bolder came at me from behind and I was sent flying thought the air and hit a dumster at the back of the dead end ally. Black. For a blissful second that was all I could see. But then I could see him hovering over me, as pain shot though my head. Was my skull fractured? Broken? Throbbing. Then he was on me again biting me on the other side of my neck. And I realize the bites were getting warm…no they were hot!
"No…stop…hot" I said in a feeble voice. Then it got worst "No I'm burning" I tried to yell but my voice wouldn't go past my throat.
He stopped.
"Is this the most fight you have in you? Well, that's no good, you haven't even bagged yet" he said in a painfully angelic voice "Let's meet again, hopefully you will provide more entertainment after you've changed". Than he was biting me. He bit me again and again, posing each time only long enough to draw blood. It was as if he were purposely making it as painful as possible.
"You're going to be special, I can tell……"
He was speaking again, but I couldn't make since of his words any more. I hadn't thought the pain could have gotten any worse but it had. Were he was biting me seemed to burning. I wanted to scream. The upper half of my body was burning no, and it seemed to be spreading. But I wouldn't let him hear me scream. I didn't know who he was but if he was going to kill me I wasn't going to let him enjoy it. So I didn't scream. It was impossible but I thought of the person who would come to save me. They would die. I had no doubt of that, so I keep quiet as the burning spared. It over toke my whole body. I was burning alive. Worst. What could be worst? I didn't know, this was worst. This was worst than being burned alive could ever be. No human could survive this pain. I just wanted to die. I wish he would just kill me quickly!
The burning seemed like it would never stop. It was my world now, my world of pain, and nothing else existed, Just me clinging onto a burning stake. It seemed like a lifetime had past before I could harbor any kind of thought, and when I could all I thought of was the pain and how long I had been burning. Certainly someone had noticed me burning here, but no one came. Then my mind was able to wander a little more. Maybe I was dead. I had burned for too long. But why then am I still burning? Am I in hell? Yes, that must be it. In life I must have committed some unforgivable sin and have been condemned to hell. But the sin that I had been condemned for eluded me.
Then I could hear. The pain did not decrease one tiny degree. But it felt like I could simply feel more. Like I had developed a new capacity for experiencing it, and I discovered I could think around it. I could hear cars driving by; the heart beats of the passing pedestrians, plans flying overhead. I could hear more. I could hear police sirens from miles away, and I could hear someone one the phone less than a mile away, my mom.
"….but she's been gone two day"
"Sorry mam we have put out an APB for her as a runaway" she was talking to what seemed to be a very agitated police officer on the phone, and he didn't seem to be much help.
"Runaway!" Renee all but scram. "She is not a runaway! Bella would not do such a thing. She must be hurt you have to find her!"
I didn't want to hear this. I was killing Renee. I wish the burning would stop so I could see her. Tell her that everything was all right.
Slowly it seemed like I was gaining control of my body again. I could wiggle my toes, I could feel a hard surface beneath me, and I could smell. I could smell so many different things. It was overwhelming. I hadn't even known some of this smells existed.
I cold smell something that reminded me of decay, more than that I could smell what it was that was decaying. Was I in the bottom of a dumpster? There was pizza, dippers, plastic, cardboard, cotton, Chinese food, something ceramic, Styrofoam, paper, and so much more. I could identify them in a moment. But there was another sent, one not coming from within this dumpster. It seemed to be everywhere out side and it smelled so good. The smell made my moth water. It made the burning come back; no it was a different burning. I realized was I thirsty -- I was parched. My throat was as dry as the desert and blazed like the sun, whatever it was outside promised relief.
I got up. I had only just thought of it and instantly it happened. There was no momentary delay for the command to reach my limbs, it simply happened as if there were no movement at all. I pushed the garbage up and out of the dumpster without effort. When I opened the led I almost scram. What was I? It was day and the sun was bouncing off my skin like a million tinny crystals and it was hard. It was as hard as stone and white, not my own pail white but sheet white, it reminded me of someone. And in an instant I remembered, the man before. This was his skin. My brain worked at an incredible speed, I had already put it all together before I had taken my first breath of fresh air. I was …a... a…"vam…vampire".
Then the burning thirst that came from the back of my throat came back and engulfs me. I looked to see where it was coming from, when I saw a boy. He wasn't even 12 years old, blonde hair and green eyes, and the cutest dimples. He was obviously lost from his mother. But As a tear rolled down his cheek I couldn't think of any of that all I could think of was how delicious he smelt, how he could relive the burning, how bad I wanted him.
I was out of the dumpsters again before I knew what I was doing. I had the boy I my arms. He smelled so good--irresistible. I know it would help the thirst. He couldn't even struggle and I knew he was too shocked to do so anyway. The reflection in his eyes was that of a pail woman. She was stunning with diamond skin-- it was her eyes that gave her away. They were the eyes of monsters, cold and blood red. Then clouds covered the sun, dimming her diamond skin, and I woke up. What was I doing? I looked down.
"No" I said in voice I knew only I could hear.
I didn't want to be a monster. I wasn't like him, I wouldn't be. I put the little boy down with a cruel sense of regret. He was scared, no terrified. I had terrified a little kid. I had almost killed him. What made me different than the monster that attracted me? I ran. I needed a place to hide. A place the sun would not shine on me. I needed to be away from people, so I could not be tempted again. So I hid in the sewer. I had found a sewer cap in the ally that I had been in and quickly crawled inside before the boy started to scream for dear life.