Author's note:
This is a short prologue of the story or the preface as Mrs. Meyer makes it. It's my first time putting up a story on the net. I haven't thought about how I should write the summary, should it be dramatic or just cut to the chase? Whatever happens, this story will continue on (even when I'm stuck on an idea…Heh) Feel free to read and review!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Twilight or any of the characters mention in the book. Again, it is Stephenie Meyer's grand masterpiece that has inspired me to write this form of fanfiction.
Leah Clearwater POV
Preface
The battle had turned for the worst; I would have preferred a peaceful death rather than having a freak trying to kill me in a world that I wasn't used to transforming, I've never felt so useless—depending on a bloodsucker. Speaking of them, the blond leech--I mean Rosalie--turned swiftly from my back and struck a Shadow Runner in the chest, the man screamed out in pain and the vampire released her grip on his heart. Blood splattered all over the white marble floor, seeping along the cracks of the carving leading up to the statue of a man in a robe. I shuddered of the gruesome act, even though I've been traveling alongside with two female 'vegetarian' vampires for a couple of months, the suspicion no doubt had never left my heart, and I still can't trust the pair.
I got wary, Rosalie, being a vampire, might get tempted to drink blood--ugh this is why I don't trust them. But to my surprise, she simply shrugged it off as if it were a minor distraction; I thought all vampires can never resist the sight and smell of blood.
She turned back and looked at me with her creepy golden eyes, "Hey dog, when are you going to fight? Don't just stand there, move it!"
My eyes widen, how dare she called me 'dog', the nerve of her! I felt my anger rising dramatically in levels; I glared back at that bloodsucker and a low growl erupted within my chest, "Shut up leech! You know as well as I do that I can't morph here—duh! Stop calling me 'dog' I have a name too you know."
Rosalie rolled her eyes at me, "Well, Leah, I too have a name, just hurry up and kill these guys. We have to catch up with Alice, I'm worried about her, now fight!" She snarled through her pearly white teeth at my face. In a quick second, Rosalie was knocked down, slammed hard into the stone floor, crushed; it was another Shadow Runner, a female with violet-tinge hair. The female looked into Rosalie's face, her robed hands choking Rosalie's delicate neck. Rosalie, struggling to push the enraged Shadow Runner from on top of her was futile. I had to act quickly, I ran toward her.
"Rosalie--!" Unexpectedly, my body felt frozen—stuck in a run position—my right arm reaching out to Rosalie was far, I couldn't move.
"What the hell is wrong with my body?!" I lividly growled my eyes scanned the whole first floor of the chapel, trying to figure out if it was some sort of magic by some Shadow Runner. From the corner of my left, a young lady in a hood dressed in a crimson robe—far different than the average Shadow Runner-- emerged from the dark spaces of the church; the smirk on her face irritated me, she walked in closer toward me, her eyes glowed red—not in a bloodthirsty vampire, more like demonic. When she finally went closer, her face seem familiar, she glanced at Rosalie, and turned to me,
"Did you miss me?" She smirked evilly.
Author: I really wonder if that was good enough. Anyways, the story might not reach to that part as soon as I get my school work straighten out. Unless readers find my story interesting than that's good enough. Please review.