Author's Note: My first-ish fan fiction. I made another one, but I just stopped. Lol. So, I plan to finish this time. Constructive criticism would be great, so I guess that means R/R? Sorry it's so short, but it's the Preface. I need to put more detail in, but whatever. Enjoy?
Um…I edited this a bit, but not much. I didn't like some of the wording so, yeah. Lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or any of their characters.
Preface
I opened my eyes to a dim green forest, slightly muddled. Why wasn't I at home with Charlie? Sitting up, I noticed that the sunrays slashing through the canopy above were distorting my surroundings. Everything was covered in odd shadows and only visible through impossible angles. The musty smell of tree bark, grass, and moss was overpowering; my nose twitched. I started to get anxious; I shouldn't be this deep into a wooded area alone.
An anomalous tension was in the air. My stomach contorted into new shapes and my breathing grew shallow as I watched arbitrary dust motes in the air. The only sound was a gentle rustle of leaves from the slight wind that was blowing. What made me the most nervous out of anything was that it was silent. Dead silent. I felt like I was sitting in a grave, trying desperately to get through permafrost that was too stubborn to melt away. A pair of eyes were on me; it made my skin ripple with goose bumps.
The dampness of the ground began to seep through my clothes, but I dared not move. Something was waiting for me, something terrible. I could feel it to the marrow of my bones that this thing, whatever it was, wanted to hurt me.
I was breathing harder now, the air barely filling my lungs before it was squeezed back out, with my mouth dangling open. There was a distinct taste of metal at the back of my throat when I whispered my only hope to who it would be.
"Edward?"
The whisper was hoarse and hollow, a void of all meaning. I hoped dearly that it was only Edward, but this hope was a vain one. And I knew that; Edward wouldn't hurt me.
A cold, stone hand closed over my arm with bruising force and a musical chuckle rang through the air. The chuckle, while musical, was absolutely sinister. It was in a minor chord that dirges have, a song about anger and envy and death. A gust of air stuck in my throat.
A pair of soft, cloud-pillow lips came to my ear, "No, darling, it's not Edward,"
I turned in shock to see a lovely vampire staring back at me with hate-filled eyes. It had come here to kill me. When it saw this thought register in my eyes, its in turn grew mocking and the chuckle ran throughout the trees again. Its eyes were an unquenchably cold, coal black.
Thirsty.