I make typos/grammatical errors a lot so just ignore them. I try my best to proof read but I always miss a few.
This chapter is short. Sorry also for the lack of dialogue/reflecting on previous events instead of actually writing them as they happen,
if that makes sense?
Anyway, on with the story.
Disclaimer: If it wasn't for Twilight, I wouldn't be writing this.
I sat enclosed by thick walls that blocked out the powerful sun rays from shining upon my pale white skin. Phoenix was a difficult place for me to live.
I stared deeply at my self into antique framed mirror hanging upon the cream wall. I moved my hand to the right, and the reflection mimicked.
My reflection didn't feel like me. I looked and felt so different. I was a monster, a glorious monster, but all the same.
My illuminant skin was alabaster white and my facial features were flawless. My mahogany hair hung loosely from my head, falling in loose waves to my waist. My eyes were black with a subtle red glow towards the insides of my pupils. I was glad the previous fierce, fire-red colour was slowly fading.
The scorching heat from outside wavered into the house. I could feel the warmth but it wasn't uncomfortable. My abnormally cold temperature kept me refreshed and cool. Instead, it was the blazing sunshine kept me trapped inside. If the light hit my chalky skin, it would sparkle like thousands of tiny diamonds, reflecting in patterned formations. A guaranteed traffic stopper.
I was lucky I discovered I could shine in my lengthy months of solitude.
I remained sitting down, as still as stone. If someone had passed me, they may have mistaken me for a marble statue. It was unnecessary for me to move, but I knew I had to break this habit.
I knew I had to act human, though I was far from it.
I stood up rapidly, raced to the television set, turned it on and returned to the faded sofa. Human eyes wouldn't have caught this movement.
Act human. Act human. I repeated in my head. But walking slowly seemed so unnatural.
My eyes set on the screen of the television. A girl with high cheekbones and unnaturally blond hair waited impatiently. She shifted her weight slowly from one side to another, and occasionally glanced uninterestedly at her nails. I raised from the sofa, slower this time but still too fast to be human, and mimicked her actions.
I felt like a complete idiot, but it was worthwhile, and surprisingly difficult. I had the urge to do the actions unnaturally quickly, or to simply just stand still.
I practiced for hours, for days, knowing that perfecting human traits was essential to living inconspicuously in this world. I couldn't hide inside forever, letting the protection of my home act as a cage to the outside world. It had been a few years since the transformation and I believed I was almost strong enough to resist the temptation of human blood comfortably.
