Wow
You guys are amazing. I wasn't really expecting much of a response considering how long it has been, but boy was I wrong. Thank you all so much for your votes, follows, favorites, reviews, and PMs. I will definitely be rewriting both of my stories, and I may or may not be posting some new ones as well. As a way of showing my thanks, I am going to give you guys a little preview of my newest Twilight project.
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Tired hazel eyes fluttered shut as the cool air of Newton's Olympic Outfitter's wafted over him, a relieved breath escaping his parched lips. The heat of the sun had beaten down upon him all day, making his skin feel odd, almost dry, against the sudden change in temperature. His eyes scanned the rather small store behind his darkly tinted glasses, his gaze locking on a rather pretty, pale brunette and the rather…animated blonde haired boy that was trying to chat her up. A light smirk quickly flashed over his features.
Target acquired.
The young man removed the glasses from his face and placed them in his pocket, his eyes alight with unrestrained curiosity as he observed the two.
The brunette was clearly, at some time, very attractive. Her heart shaped face and her full lips attested to that fact, but her features were diminished by the gaunt look her cheeks held and the almost sick like pale, glistening look her skin held. There was a deep sadness and betrayal that seemed to be etched into her dull, lifeless brown eyes, and it (oddly enough) tugged at his heart strings in a way he hadn't felt in a while.
The blonde (on the other hand) was very clearly a happy, healthy young man that was oblivious to the girl across from hims plight. He also seemed obviously to the poor girl's plight of having to listen to whatever the young man was saying and by the way the girl was trying to smile through it, she was desperate for a way out.
A light smirk once again tucked at his lips and he started toward the two, his smirk slowly morphing into a very well practiced friendly smile. He placed his hands confidently on the front counter where the two resided, his eyes locked deviously on girl as he casually interrupted the lad.
"Why hey there gorgeous. Are we still on for our tour later?"
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Anndd that's the end of the preview :D I am so excited for this story it's ridiculous. So many questions that need answers. Who is this 'target'? Mike Newton, or our dearest Isabella Swan? Why is the target being targeted? Who is our mysterious narrator? A familiar face, or someone new? You all will have to wait to find out! *Cue evil laughter* Anyways, I will post one more update on this story when the re-started one goes up, but I will leave this story on here incase anyone is curious about the original version later.