Here's the first chapter of my Twilight Story. I hope it's good and everyone enjoys it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. The only people I own (as of this chapter) are Chris and her family.
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Fight your own demons, not the demons of others, for it is only yourself that you can control. All others fit into their own destiny and, although they may affect your life, and you affect theirs, you cannot change their destiny or what will become of them in the end.
This wasn't supposed to be happening. They said that none of them would come back. They said nothing would happen. They said I would be safe.
But I guess you don't know what I'm talking about, do you? So I'll tell you.
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The second she walked out of the airport, Chris was swamped in a wave of cold air and shivered. Her older brother Mark looked down at her and grinned.
"Cold," he asked, smirking. "Idiot. Why didn't you wear a coat?"
"Shut up," she muttered. A coat was thrown over her shoulders and she smiled gratefully up at her dad. He gently ruffled her platinum blue hair.
"Must you wear that pale makeup all the time? It makes you look ill." Chris made a face and ignored her mom's frequent complaint.
Together they walked down the street to her dad's car; her dad had come earlier to their new house in the wonderful town of Forks. Forks. Oh well. The four of them piled into the silver Subaru and settled in; making themselves comfortable got the hour-long drive. Chris stuck her ear buds in her ears, switched her iPod on, and leaned her head against the cold glass of the window. The music blared in her ear as everything slipped away.
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"Chris, get up. Wake up, Chris. We're here." Chris groggily pulled her cheek off of the window of the car and opened her eyes, making sure to use human speeds. Groaning, she smoothed down her hair and stretched as far as possible in the restricted space.
Pulling open her door, she stepped out of the car gracefully and walked around the car to the trunk, where her parents were unloading the boxes that hadn't come earlier. With unusual ease, she lifted four boxes piled together and walked into the house. Sighing, she set them down, then walked back out to help more.
Her father shook his head. "You can go back inside, Chris. You're tired and we've almost unloaded everything anyway. I'll show you your room in a minute." Chris opened her mouth to protest, saw her father's eyes—as tired as she guessed hers were—and though against it. Biting her lip, she walked back into the house.
A minute later her parents and eighteen-year-old brother walked in, carrying the last of the boxes. After they were set down on the ground—almost out of the way—her parents showed her and her brother to their rooms.
Chris's room was at the end of the hallway that she and her brother shared—fortunately, they each got their own bathrooms. The walls and ceiling of her room were colored an incredibly dark blue with white and yellow stars painted on. Her mom had objected, claiming that it was too dark for a young lady, but Chris had insisted.
Now Chris looked up at her parents, her eyes pleading. "Can I please not go to school tomorrow? We just got here and I need to settle in and unpack. Please?"
But her mother shook her head. "You must go to school tomorrow. And do not get in a fight with anyone." She smiled. "Any other questions?" Chris rolled her eyes and curled up on her bed, not even bothering to change.
"Can you shut off the light when you leave? Like, now?" With one final glance at her, Chris's parents left the room, shutting off the light on their way out.
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"S—t. What the hell is wrong with this school?" Chris had just walked into the cafeteria, only to stop short, her eyes wide with horror. "What are they doing here? They aren't supposed to settle."
Grimacing, she walked over to the one empty table in the corner of the room and sat down, proceeding to take out a book and read it.
Through the various conversations that her sensitive hearing picked up, she heard a female voice say, "There's a new vampire here. I can't find him—or her—though. I couldn't even really feel them until a minute ago, when lunch started. I could only feel a faint presence and even that was only since school started." Chris swore at the same time as another person who was listening to this almost silent announcement.
"It has to be the new girl. I'm going to go talk to her," a male voice announced.
"Edward, no," another female protested.
"Bella, dear, it'll be fine."
But nobody came over. Still tense, Chris focused on her book, unaware of the time passing until suddenly noticing the silence. But it wasn't completely silent. Chris was instantly aware of light footsteps flying towards her and not even a second later she was slammed backwards into the plaster wall of the cafeteria by an inhuman force.
"What are you doing here, vampire?" Chris looked at her captor—a handsome boy with bronze-colored hair—with mild interest, like he was just a person walking next to her on a crowded sidewalk.
"I go to school here."
He frowned almost imperceptibly. "You are not allowed to hunt here. Leave now."
Chris smirked and said, enunciating clearly, "Bite me." His arms fell away from her collar and she dropped the foot to the floor, landing gracefully. Completely unperturbed, she picked up her book and walked out of the cafeteria, heading to her next class.
A minute later she reached the class and opened the door, stepping inside. The class had already started and when she entered, everybody turned to stare curiously at her.
"Sorry," she apologized—although the insincerity was obvious. "I got lost. This is my first day here and I don't know my way around the school yet."
The teacher nodded. "It's alright. Just don't let it happen again. You can go sit over there." He pointed to the one empty seat in the back of the room. Nodding, Chris walked over and sat down.
The teacher continued on his lecture, with the students either taking notes or passing them. Chris was taking word-by word notes of his lecture on Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night Dream", her hand moving so fast it almost seemed blurred.
An hour later, the bell rang and they flooded out of the room. Chris was out before everyone else and she walked quickly to her next class—Gym. The teacher told her that—because it was her first day—she didn't have to change, but she would have to tomorrow. Chris nodded uninterestedly—she was good at Gym, no matter how much she saw it as a waste of time.
They paired up for two-on-two tennis—somehow she ended up being paired up with the girl who had been hanging out with the vampire who had attacked her in the cafeteria before.
The girl took being bad a gym to a whole new level—Chris ended up defending the whole court while the girl—Bella—stood dumbly in the corner. It was actually easier that way—then she didn't have to worry about Bella getting in the way.
They won every time.
At the end of Gym, the girls and boys separated to their separate locker rooms to change. Chris walked out of the Gym and down the already-crowded hallway to her locker, where she dumped a few of her books and pulled out her coat. Then, pulling on her too-small jacket, she walked down the hallway and left the building, immersed in the crowd of people too concentrated on themselves to notice her.
Sighing, she pulled out her iPod and put it on, starting to walk towards the street. When she got about fifteen yards from the school campus, she was surrounded by four individuals. One was a small girl, appearing to be about eighteen or nineteen in age, with pale skin and pixie-like features. Next to her was a tall boy with the same pale skin and golden eyes. On the other side of her was a ravishing female that would lower almost any girl's self esteem just by being in the same room as her. The fourth person was a large male with a body-builder's physique and the same pale skin as the rest of them.
"What are you doing here?"
Chris sighed and slipped her headphones off, answering, "I already told your friend—I go to school here. Don't worry; I won't steal your feeding ground." They all stiffened and she grinned. "You don't need to worry about me feeding."
"If you feed on humans, you will be killed by the Volturi. They will not spare you for any reason."
Chris nodded. "I know. I have…ready vampiric history. Anyway, like I said, you don't need to worry about me feeding on humans. I don't feed." At this they all stiffened. "Can I go home now? My parents are going to kill me."
Without waiting for a response, she darted away. They followed her, but she was faster and they soon lost her.
When she got home, Chris immediately went up to her room and fell onto her bed. Hearing a noise in the distance, she stood up and walked over to her open window.
"Stop following me, vampire."
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So, how did you like it? It is longer than most of my chapters in my stories, so I'm proud of myself. Anyway, please review.