Disclaimer: All rights to Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Why hello there. This story is something I started a while back and really wanted to continue as of late. Read on, and enjoy. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, along with flattery, cookies, and non-awkward hugs. J
Preface:
I knew I was going to die, and yet despite the thundering
in my heart and the tightness in my throat, I pressed on. I sprinted through the corridors,
turning every chance I could get in an attempt to lose the mutilated bodies that
were chasing me with nonhuman stamina. At the next turn I made I ran into the
nearest room and quickly closed the door behind me. As I heard the pounding of
feet run past the door I breathed a sigh of relief. It was cut short, however,
when I found myself looking straight into the deep, piercing eyes of the man I
had come to kill. My whole body became numb, and I watched with horror as he
rose from his seat, and started towards me. "Hello Bella," he said with a wicked grin.