Author's
Note: My second fanfic! Posting these really makes me nervous, but I
was feeling guilty because I wasn't bothering writing anything when I
could have done something. Anyway, this is the prologue. I know, it's
really short. Haven't written much past this. I'm not really good at
keeping a decent plot and I tend to go off-topic and get all rambly,
but I figured I have to be able to say I've tried to write a story.
So...here's the beginning. Review and tell me what you think of it so
far! (By the way, the characters may tend to get a bid out of
character as the story progresses. That's what I'm anticipating, at
least. But we'll see.)
Disclamer: Bella and Rosalie and all the
Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I thought up the plot,
though.
PROLOGUE
It's too dark. Far, far too dark.
That was the
first thought that sprang to mind as I stared up at the classy,
three-storey home that the Cullens lived in. The windows were pitch
black.
The image was eerily fitting given the dark, looming shapes
of the trees around us, the inky black sky and the unique family that
inhabited the house.
I was worried, though. It was never completely dark. You could always see at least one light turned on somewhere. Carlisle and Esme would be watching TV, or Edward would be playing the piano in the living room, or maybe you would be able to see the light on in Rosalie and Emmett's room if you went around to the back. But it was never completely dark, although they didn't really need the light to help them see. In fact, usually the house was dazzlingly bright and alive with the sounds of vampiric laughter.
I had arrived at Edward's house early that morning. Edward was coming back tomorrow from a hunting trip with the rest of his family, and I wanted to be here when he got back.Rosalie and Emmett had stayed behind, so Emmett had come to pick me up earlier on.
I had spent most of the day laying outside on the cool grass reading, and they basically let me be.The dark house was probably nothing. Maybe Rosalie and Emmett were doing something private in their room, or had turned off the lights to watch TV, or some other trivial matter. I was always overreacting.
My eyes instinctively darted to and fro as I nervously clomped up the front steps. I had never felt so exposed, so noisy. It was terrifying, but also annoying when I thought about how paranoid I was being. I willed myself to stop and slowly stepped into the house, calmly closing the door behind me. There. That wasn't so hard.
Sighing, I reached over to flick on the light before I started to get jittery again.
"Don't on it." A pained voice whispered from out of the darkness.
I very nearly jumped out of my skin. My eyes widened with terror and I could feel my heart accelerating wildly as I looked around the room. My thoughts were flicking wildly to James, Phoenix and the crushing waters surging around me...
"Who is that?" I trembled.
"It's just me. R-rosalie."
I felt myself relax. It was Rosalie. Just Rosalie. And as much as she disliked me, I knew she would never harm me in any way. Edward meant too much to her for that. And we were never hostile or aggressive, although we did ignore each other.
"Oh, sorry. I fell asleep outside..." I trailed off, listening to her whimper in the darkness. I strained my ears, trying to listen. Was Rosalie- stubborn, beautiful Rosalie- was she actually sobbing?
"Rosalie?" I asked, shocked and fearful. But a different part of me reminded myself that she couldn't trulybe crying. As much as she sobbed, tears would never fall from her face.
"J-just don't on the light, Bella. Just don't." Shesobbed softly.
I couldn't make her out in the darkness, but her voice seemed to be originating from behind the piano.My hand instinctively wentfor the light switch so I could see.
"DON'T ON IT!" She said harshly. Shocked from her outburst, I lost my balance and wrapped my arms around myself.
Her fear was rubbing off on me and I found myself sweating. "Rosalie, you're- you're really scaring me. What's wrong? Just let me turn on the light-" I said, my voice hoarse.
I was nervous with a kind of sick anticipation. What would I find if I turned it on? I couldn't even begin to imagine all the horrific things that couldbe there if a vampire had lost control...But I had to turn on the light. It was shocking at how much I had relied on my ability to see in my life, how much easier it had made things. And now, terrified at this vulnerable and frightened Rosalie, I was blind.
I couldn't stand the darkness anymore. I had to see. No matter how awful, I needed to see.
Before she could say anything, I reached up and flicked the switch, blinking stars from my eyes as the room burst into color.
