Myths

by Merlin4100

Bella is hard-pressed to believe in surreal tales, but when she finds a hurt, blood-covered stranger in her apartment at night, she's less scared of him, than of not being able to help him.

1. Chapter 1

I started writing this when I came home to my apartment one night and found it very creepy. So, I put a twilight twist on that fear and got this story. I hope to add more chapters, but I'm not sure what direction to take it in yet. Of course, all characters are owned by Stephanie Meyer.

~*~ Myths ~*~

Foreword

We've all heard the saying that there's an element of truth in every myth. The legend of Santa Claus, for example, is based on Saint Nicholas—a 4th century bishop, famous for giving gifts to the poor. It would be nice if all our myths were of pleasant, old men who brought gifts to children; unfortunately, myths have a dark side.

When confronted with the darkness of myths, people always say "It's not real!" or "That's just something people made up to strike fear into misbehaving children." Whether I misbehave or not is up for debate, but I definitely can't get away with buying the kid's pass at the movie theater. In fact, I always thought of myself as a rational person, the first to dismiss any outlandish old wive's tale. No, I never made children cry by telling them there's no Santa Claus—but I would never propagate the myth.

That is why I lie tossing and turning in my bed. I know the walls that surround me can't restrain what I now know is out there, but I don't feel scared—and that scares me the most.