Dark Angel/ Twilight crossover
A/N – I do not own Dark angel, nor do I own Twilight. I am but simply writing a random little story that my little brain has thought up. Let's pretend, just for this fanfic, that the pulse never happened and that DA and Twilight are set in the same timeline. Also, lets pretend that, instead of moving to Seattle, Max moved to Forks. Yay! Now are we all sitting comfortably? Then let's begin.
Prologue
(this will be really short, but it's just to start off the story)
Falling, I was falling. Like that moment when you trip over a paving stone or when you slip on some ice, and you don't realise it fast enough to put your hands out to stop yourself. That's what I was doing. The pain had hit me so hard and fast that I couldn't do anything but hope and pray that I wasn't dead, that I was just laying unconscious on the floor of the ballet studio. There was a sharp pain in my arm and as soon as the blistering fire started in my wrist, I knew that I was in fact alive (which was a relief), but unfotunately in the process of being turned into a vampire (which wasn't, at this moment in time, on my bucket list). Oh, the infinite joy.
Suddenly, the pain resided and the fire was slowly, but surely drawn out from my wrist, and was replaced with the cool feeling of my blood instead of the venom. I found a minute amount of strength from somewhere within me to slowly open my eyes, and saw Edward standing over me, speaking to me, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Had he saved me? How? Had he somehow drawn out the venom? i didn't know that that was possible without my blood being all sucked up.
I tried to speak, ask him what he had done to save me from the fate of death (and then un-death) but I'm pretty sure it came out as a croak and once again, the darkness overwhelmed me and I found myself unconscious in a state of dreamless sleep. I would wake up sooner or later, and that's all that really mattered, but the questions were still bubbling in my mind.