Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight saga, nor any original characters within the plot.
I will not be repeating this disclaimer (as usual) within any of the following chapters.
Also, this story begins in New Moon, and ends sometime after Breaking Dawn, so don't expect this story to get itself over with anytime soon. I will put all my effort into making it to the end, though. All you have to do is contribute your part, even if it's a little gesture-reviews.
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Thank you,
Lucas
Appeal of the Forbidden By: Lucas McDrake
Chapter 1-Reunited with Civilization
I curled up in a tiny ball of despair for the third time today. I wasn't able to distract myself for long intervals.
I took all the time I needed to recover, then forced myself to stand up. I continued my procession to the wild berry bush-covered in what appeared to be purple dots from where I was.
As I got there, I found my accusation correct-the berries looked good enough. I picked one, and ate it. It tasted very good.
Satisfied with my discovery, I picked some more, and nibbled on them.
I wanted to get around to exploring my surroundings some more, so I picked some more berries, and used my shirt to carry them.
I saw a boar up ahead. It was so cute in it's own way...I wanted it for a pet. I started to walk towards it, the wind blowing in my face.
Something blurred in front of me, and then disappeared just as fast, taking with it the boar. That was strange-I could have sworn I had just seen the boar a second ago. I started looking around for any sign of the boar.
I became horrified as I found the boar's whereabouts. It was in a cluster of trees with...what was that? That person couldn't possibly be human. He was too terrifyingly beautiful, with black, curly hair, and black eyes that were intimidating and alluring at the same time, and ripped up clothes.
What made the scene all the more worse was that the person-obviously masculine, as he had the hugest muscles I'd ever seen-was savagely drinking the boar's blood.
I stood in place, frozen in horror. As the wind turned to blow in my back, and towards the scary man, I screamed.
His head jerked so that he could stare at me.
About a millisecond later, I was in the man's death grip, his teeth on my neck so tightly that they should have already punctured the skin.
My body went into some version of hibernation mode as my heart stopped beating, and I stopped breathing.
There was a second's worth of deliberation, then the man put me down.
I fainted from shock and sudden exhaustion as my heart started beating again.
I awoke to look into worried golden eyes. It took me a while to recognize that the eyes belonged to that man who had shocked me so much as to make me faint.
Or had that really happened? I remembered him having black eyes...of course, it seemed all dreamy, now...
"Are you okay?" he asked me, still having a worried look.
I stared at him suspiciously for a second before saying, "I guess."
He smiled in relief. "When you fainted, I thought something serious had happened to you."
Serious? Hadn't my incident with him been serious enough? I frowned, deeply confused.
My eyelids, too heavy to see anymore besides dreams, drooped as I fell into unconsciousness once again.
I awoke, yet again, to see golden eyes boring into mine.
It took me a while to make sense of the scene. I was laying down on a couch, while the muscle man sat beside me, looking down at me.
He smiled, and declared, "Well, we usually don't see little girls fending for themselves so close to the coast."
I looked at him warily before saying, "My mom said not to talk to strangers." As I remembered my mom, I crumpled in pain again.
"What's the matter?" he asked. There was a crease between his eyebrows.
I started thinking, logically. People didn't change eye color, or move that fast. I had already assumed he wasn't human.
As all this sank in, I scrutinized him. "What are you?"
He hesitated before smiling. "I'll be right back," he explained.
"Wait!" I said to rushing air. He was already gone.
Like a dream.
I sat up on the couch I'd been sleeping on. Was there any proof that dark-haired guy existed? I looked around for anything.
Then I smelled his smell. I hadn't noticed it before-it smelled oddly like all the sweetest candies' aromas in the world combined to make the best smell in the world.
I was still smelling it when he was back, now with a blond, tall guy. He looked slightly older than the dark-haired guy-probably twenty-two.
"Should we tell her?" the dark-haired guy asked the blond one. I noticed his eyes-impossibly gold-flicker to me, and then back to the blond.
"Tell me what?" I asked, suspicion already set in.
"How much did she see?" the blond asked the dark-haired guy.
"She saw my black eyes, me killing a boar, my speed, my almost-murder of herself. She's impossibly calm to have witnessed all that," the dark-haired guy replied, looking at me again. He was really tensed, and wary of my reaction. He seemed almost...panicked-a feeling I could tell he usually didn't have just by the blond's glances at him.
Wow. He was about to murder me?
"That's too much to keep the secret from her," the blond whispered, my ears barely able to hear his reaction.
"What secret?" I asked, suspicion growing.
The dark-haired guy took a breath, and sat next to me on the couch. "Do you really want to know?"
"I do," I whispered, looking into his eyes.
He smiled. It seemed panic wasn't a feeling that could last long in him. "Well, then, you might have guessed from your near murder, but I'm a vampire."
Ok. I decided that I'm going to change Keiran back to a 7 year old. Why? Because it would fit the story better-at least, the way I planned the story.
So...yeah. I've already changed Chapter 2, too, so no problems age wise!