Ugh, chapters twelve and thirteen were supposed to be about Bella begging Edward to change her. But no matter how many times I tried to write it… I just couldn't. It was too degrading. I hate seeing someone beg another person for something like that. I mean, begging your mother for (Insert amount of money greater than $200 here) is one thing, but begging someone to (date you/run away with you/ change you) is another totally different thing.
For one, I once had someone beg me to go out with him. I vehemently refused. To me, writing about it is almost the same principle; tedious, and HIGHLY annoying.
To write it would be the equivalent of pulling my teeth out…manually.
And I tried to write it. I really did. But every time I did, the writers' block would kick in… and it would just get worse… and worse… and I thought 'What if I skipped it, and maybe fit in a flash back here and there? It would be much more tasteful if done right, and could add some extra elegance into your story where it could definitely use some.' Truth be told, I think my plot line was getting a little dry, and it killed me because I knew how exciting it would be to write later, but I couldn't get to the later part, because I was stuck on the boring, stupid parts.
So then I thought about when I edit my poems. One time I was talking to my friend, and she was reading one of my poems. I told her how much I hated the fourth stanza. So she said 'Then why did you write it?'. And then it hit me: If you don't like a certain part of something; get rid of it! YOU'RE the author (Well, I am, lol.) so YOU'RE in control!
So, I decided to scrap the writers' block provoking chapters, and skip ahead, while trying to find some way to make it sound tasteful.
This is my formal apology: I apologize if any part of my plot becomes confusing, or drab.
Disclaimer: I do not—
Hm, that's strange. Someone just knocked on my door.
-Stephenie Meyer walks in, hands me a giant book-sized packet that says 'RIGHTS', begins shaking my hand, and congratulates me on winning the raffle on the rights.-
"Um, when did I enter?" I asked her, dumbfounded. She shrugs, still shaking my hand energetically.
"It doesn't matter!" she says, suddenly throwing her arms into the air, smiling widely. "Whatever the reason, the world is yours now to do whatever you want with it! YOU own the rights to TWILIGHT!"
-Happy energetic band music comes on, while a random group of people come out of nowhere, throw me atop their shoulders and start chanting my name-
"VALERIE! VALERIE! VALERIE! VALERIE!"
"Non-sense!" I shout gleefully at them. "I own the rights now! Call me Steph!" They ignore me however, and continue chanting my name.
Suddenly my head jolts up off of my laptop keyboard, because someone just whapped me upside the head with a pillow.
"Valerie! Valerie! Valerie!" My mother scolds.
"What…?" I asked, groggily, still not completely awake yet.
"I had to wake you up; you were drooling on your laptop. This ought to teach you not to stay up past 3am writing on your laptop, young lady. Now, go downstairs and do the dishes!"
"But MAH…!" I whine.
"Now, or no fanfiction writing for a week!"
"MAH!" I cry, desperate.
"Not another word!"
-I thump downstairs, before poofing out of my disclaiming fantasy-
There, see. That's a disclaimer gone wrong, lol.
So um…yeah, I do NOT own the rights.
Paradox
-Chapter Twelve-
Gone
EPOV:
I sunk my teeth into the lion, churning in the ecstasy of its blood coating my throat, and soothing the dry, aching burn that I'd been batting since I'd been turned; reveling in the rich, sweet taste. Were I still human, I'd compare it to wine… The finest wine the world had to offer. I didn't think about how it had been a fortnight since the last time I'd hunted; since I'd gone to Bella. I didn't think about anything. But the instinct pulsed through me. I was a hunter…and this was my prey.
The scream hit me, just as I dropped the body to my feet.
I recognized that voice anywhere. Even now, as it was twisted with terror.
For a minute, I thought I might have felt my heart pounding in my chest, threatening to beat its way out of my body. I didn't think; I just took off towards her shriek.
There were no conscious thoughts of 'I have to save her' or 'Oh no!' There was absolutely nothing; just the sheer terror that threatened to destroy me if I didn't reach her in time.
I raced towards where I heard her scream. It wasn't far. Not more than a mile away. I sped faster and faster…gaining speed, as I grew closer and closer.
Then I burst into a gap between the trees and saw it—her. A woman. A vampire. She held Bella's face, one hand jutting her cheeks forward, making it appear as if she were pursing her lips; the other hand gripping her arm tightly.
"Stay back," she hissed "Or I'll kill her now!"
I grudgingly took a step back. "Who are you?" I asked, desperate.
"I am with the Volturi. We want her. You will not try to stop me, or you shall suffer the consequences." She said, still in a hiss. I had no idea what the Volturi was, but I didn't care. I just wanted my Bella.
"Please… let her go. Take me." I offered. She shook her head.
"I've been watching her for some time." She jeered. My mind instantly flashed back to the day I first met Bella in the forest, when I heard the laughing. When I was sure there was someone else watching us before I met Bella, and had forgotten all about it.
"She knows too much." She continued, smugly. "We have to kill her." Bella then began to struggle even more, squeaking in terror, her eyes depicting complete and utter horror.
"No!" I yelled. "You have no right!"
That seemed to stop her for a minute. "No right?" she spat, angry. "We have every right! This is our right!"
She stopped for a minute, as if listening to some message, before nodding once, turning her heel and running off into the tree coverage.
I immediately took off after her, but as I ran, dodging the trees, I heard the same laugh I heard all those months ago, and then everything froze.
I couldn't move. Birds overhead were frozen in flight; leaves on the trees were frozen in the wind. Wind was frozen as it brushed through the air. I was frozen, unable to move, before I heard her echoing laugh again, and fell to the ground, able to move again.
I immediately ran forward, seeking out my Bella's scent, but it was gone.
"No," I whispered, searching more frantically, turning around, and sniffing at the air even more desperately.
"No!" I yelled, running even faster, inhaling as deeply as I could, and not being able to smell anything but the oaky scent of the trees, and the wet dirt on the ground.
"NO!" I yelled, dropping to my knees and pounding my fists into the dirt, angry at myself for letting her get away.
This was my entire fault. If I'd just stayed away before… She wouldn't have gotten entangled into my life, and she'd be safe and sound.
I must have searched the entire forest for her, any trace of her. But she was gone. I couldn't find anything.
She was gone.
I know, technically, this chapter was only about 700 words long. The other half was my authors' note, lol.
I'm 70 percent sure that the next chapter will be much… like, 2-3k words. If not that one, then the one after.
I still have to explain what the hell she was doing in the forest.
And why they took her.
And how he gets her back.
And you should know… This isn't a very key point in the story compared to some of the other parts. It's more of the turning point; the main domino that knocks over the others. The match that lit the bomb, ect.
Oh, and I have this thing I wrote called 100 ways to get writers' block. I'll post it after the epilogue, lol.
And I'm also working on a half essasy/ half list thing called 'How to write a DECENT Twilight Fanfiction.' It's basically identifies all of the things that bug the hell out of me: Fangs, Bella getting pregnant, grammar, misinformation...ect.
I'm giving serious thought to posting it here, lol.
