ok, so... first fan fiction ever. so take this with a grain of salt, ok? and this is going to be a longish story... if you guys like the first chapter and think it's good...
i guess i need to put a disclaimer? : i own nothing. at all. which makes me really sad.
Everybody Needs Their Memories.
The alarm clock sitting next to my unused bed rang shrilly. It wasn't as if it would wake me up, the undead never sleep; rather, it was a reminder that school would be starting soon and I should get ready. I walked the few small paces to my closet and looked for suitable clothing, Forks was rainy and cold, and even if I couldn't feel the chill, I still needed to look as though I did.
Forks. I hadn't been here in years. Decades, actually. After being changed, I watched over Charlie from afar, not getting too close in case the bloodlust made me do something stupid. His health deteriorated, as did his happiness and peace of mind when he lost me. When he died, a mere five years after my disappearance and ultimate proclamation of death, I cursed the heavens for not giving me tears to cry. Renee was harder to keep tabs on, although I tried. She and Phil had left Jacksonville, and apparently settled not far from Atlanta in some little suburb. Renee had died, but my memories of her had become vague, so although I was sad I could not be devastated. Phil was still alive though, somewhere. The pack was always the same. They didn't like me, but they tolerated me. I was given absolution since I wasn't changed by choice. If they only knew that there was a time I would have done anything to become a creature of the night. Jacob just wasn't right anymore after Billy's funeral. I was in attendance, not that anyone could see me from where I watched. I know the wolves smelled my so-called disgusting scent, but they made no gesture of recognizing me. Sam and Emily had had children, and I know they didn't want the werewolf gene to be activated in them, so I had kept my distance for 50 or so years. But now it was time to come back, to a place with so many memories, good, bad, and sometimes so horrible I had to repress them.
The snooze button gave way and the alarm went off again, pulling me out of my reverie and back to the present. I quickly pulled out some jeans and a long sleeve shirt and went to go look in the mirror. My change had definitely been for the better, as far as looks were concerned. I still looked the same, though paler and with gold eyes, but I looked more otherworldly, more sophisticated and less awkward. I was no longer a clumsy child, now more of a graceful woman. If the Cullen's could see me now. If he could see me now. I was not bitter anymore, I just preffered not to think of them.
After making my attempt at brushing out my hair, which was still as unruly as it was in the days before my change, I left my little apartment and started the walk towards Forks High, running where I could. Jacob, in an effort to salvage our friendship, had bought Charlie's old house after he died, and told me I was welcome to live there, since he himself still lived on La Push. The boy had only recently begun to age, and was now somewhere in his mid 20's, though I forgot the exact number. I just couldn't move into that house yet, memories were memories, and they did sometimes still burn.
The high school came into view. Spring break had just ended, and a whole bunch of kids looked like they had spent too much time baking; the burns on some of my classmates looked painful even to me, a girl who doesn't ever burn. I walked to the overhang connected to the cafeteria and pulled out a battered copy of Anna Karenina. I had gained a respect for authors other than just Jane Austen. I spent my lonely nights poring over classic literature. My English teacher thought that I was getting help outside of school, trying to explain to himself my straight A's. I couldn't exactly tell him that I had just been through grade 11 English practically more times than I have fingers, so I did nothing to change his mid.
Mr. Dotson came in looking flustered, as always. I dimly wondered if he had put two shots of whiskey in his coffee this morning instead of the normal one. So lost was I in my thoughts of a teachers addictions that I didn't notice the other presence in the classroom until I smelled the draft from the closing door. Standing in front of me was a vampire. One that I would recognize anywhere.
