Bloodline

Emily Rolles

Preface

Suppose someone came to you and said that you can be attractive, brilliant, wealthy, fascinating, and you can live forever. Would you turn it down? I didn't have the choice.

Routine

I heard dogs howling. And when the dream came, the whole room was filled with mist. I saw two red eyes glaring at me. And a white livid face came down out of the mist. I felt its breath on my face. He smiled widely, exposing his razor sharp teeth and pressed his lips gingerly to my throat.

I scrambled out of bed as my mother entered hastily, her face twisted with vehemence.

"Emerald! Why aren't you up and dressed? Have you got no sense of proper routine at all?" My mother ordered in her tinkling soprano voice. I could feel the blood burning in my cheeks. I dressed in a daze and she all but threw me out of the room.

I bounced through the hall and pushed the huge doors open. I breathed in the fresh air.

* * *

I was outside on the balcony as I heard a carriage approach the castle. Mother would be buying some decorations for the party, I presumed. I would be 16 years old in 14 short hours; I already felt aged.


A few notes from the author:

I did not intend to copy stephenie meyers brilliant work with this story, i just twisted New Moon with my own taste. I hope you like it :)

Roses are red

Violets are blue,

I twisted Steph's Story

So please dont sue :)