Fan fiction
This is just a fan fiction. The point of view is my own character. But all the rest are from Stephenie Meyer's book series 'Twilight'. This is my first actual story for Twilight so enjoy and review.
Dreams can come true
Chapter one:
I had heard about the books from my internet friends but thought nothing about them. I wasn't much of a reader. Sure I would read if I was bored, or if I had to, but it wasn't a huge hobby of mine.
It wasn't until my best friend mentioned it to me again that I became interested. So many people had recommended the story to me so I thought I'd give it a go. If I didn't like it, I always knew some other friends who might get into them easily.
We went to the store together. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, having never seen the book before. All I knew was the book was called 'Twilight'.
"Grace, I've found it!" Shouted my friend from behind the bookshelves. I rushed to her side and grabbed the book from her hands. It had a picture of two hands holding an apple on the front. I turned it over and read the blurb on the back. It sounded cool - much cooler than I had thought it would be.
The next day I started reading it. It was only a small book, but the story was in so much detail it took longer to read than I expected. I fell in love with the character's almost instantly, especially Edward Cullen. He sounded so dreamy.
It took me only 7 hours to complete the book and I was thirsty for more. I sighed, closing the book for the last time. All the recent events were pulsing through my brain. I could imagine Edward Cullen with his angel face - so gorgeous - and his bronze hair. Isabella Swan sitting in Edward's arms, completely stunned by her lover.
"Lucky…" I whispered, staring at the front cover. The two hands holding the apple always mesmerised me. I ran my fingers carefully over the picture, sighing again.
I put the book on the shelf and laid back in bed, staring at the ceiling. It felt like no time at all when the room went dark and my eyes needed to adjust. I memorised the patterns on the ceiling before I finally drifted to sleep.
The story of Twilight was still fresh in my mind. I dreamt of Edward and his amazing speed, experiencing it for myself. I felt like the book had come to life around me, although there was no Bella. It was like I had taken her place and I was being shown all of these mystical things.
I jolted awoke suddenly to a loud bang in the corner of my room, out of my wonderful dream. The first word to leave my lips was "Edward?" It seemed stupid, but Stephenie's character was forever on my mind. I would never be able to forget this story.
It was pitch black and quiet in my room. Must have only been the early hours of the morning. My eyes adjusted quickly, I could see shadows in the corners of the room. One shadow stood out from all the rest. It was slim, tall and very much the same shape as a human form. I blinked sitting up slowly and moving my hand towards the light switch. I clicked it on and stared in the same place with blank horror on my face.
"Who are you?" He whispered. His face truly was beautiful - Stephenie had not given him justice. He was tall and graceful. One hand was behind his back, the other in front of his chest, clenched into a fist. Edward Cullen stared at me, glancing every so often around my room, taking in his surroundings.
I gasped. Was I still dreaming?
"Edward?" I asked again.
He growled suddenly, making me cringe back into the wall. "Who are you?" He almost shouted. My courage came back to me almost instantly. I jumped out of bed and edged myself closer, my temper rising slightly.
"Don't shout!" I growled back at him. I watched his angelic face contort into slowly rising anger, his lips pulling back over his teeth. His hand pushed into my chest with alarming speed, throwing me back onto the bed. He crouched down in a protective stance, staring at me from under his furrowed brow.
"What am I doing here?" He whispered slowly. I waited to catch my breath. His speed really was amazing, but I didn't understand. This had to be a dream, but it didn't feel like one at all.
"I don't know!" I whispered anxiously. He stared at my confused expression, noticed the innocence in my eyes. Slowly and carefully, he got back to his feet. A look of complete concentration etched into each line on his face. I looked down at my knees, trying to understand. One minute he was in my dream, the next he was in my room. I bit my lip as I looked back into his face. He was waiting patiently for me to say something, standing perfectly still like a statue. I smiled weakly, not knowing what to do.
"This is going to be hard to explain to my mum…" I whispered.