Lost and Found
Authors Note: This is my first fan fic so please be nice. Reviews are well appreciated and anything to make the story better or and mistakes noted please comment as I want this story to be right. Damn, I'm rambling. Don't mind me. Oh and I am terrible at paragraphing things. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Since I am defiantly not S. Meyer I don't own the Cullen's or Bella or anyone else. New characters though, I do.
Preface
I awoke groggily, confused and my right wrist in obvious pain. Oh my god. I was cold, alone and … was someone here with me? I froze, trying to stay as still as possible. I could feel someone's intense gaze on me as a stinging feeling shot up my arm from my wrist.
A familiar smell reached my nose, it churning my stomach. Blood. Where was I? Where was Edward? I shifted a little, suddenly aware of what I was lying on. It was obvious I was lying down… on a bed?
A small window was on the wall in front of me. I could see a silhouette of a person sitting down near the corner of the room by the little light that was coming into the room from the window.
I sat up, curious. "Edward?" My voice was a whisper, scared though curious and confused. A quiet laughter was my only response. The figure rose, slowly walking towards me. I realized slowly that it was a man, as he stopped, around 5 feet away from the bed.
"Not quite." He stepped forwards again, covering that small distance, as he was soon in the beam of light the window provided. Pale skin, dark near black eyes, a perfect shaped face, hair almost the same color as Jasper's but longer. He was staring at me, not blinking or really moving. Well, more at my wrist which had sent another painful shock through me. I backed up on the bed a bit and he smirked, before showing me those ultra white teeth. A shiver ran up my spine and I shuddered involuntarily.
"Then who are you?" I pulled my bleeding wrist into my opposite hand. "What do you want?"
He smiled again, eyes flicking between the blood and my face a couple of times, as he was now at the foot of the bed. I backed up more, pressing my back into the wall behind me.
"My name's Lucas." He was at me side of the bed in half a second. I inched away from him, hiding my wrist from view. "That's all you really need to know. Then there's the fact that I'll be the reason you'll die young." He raised a hand and then I slowly sunk back into unconsciousness. The last thing I saw was a pair of black eyes.
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Is it good? Is it horrible?...
