Hello Fellow Fanficers! Its good to be back. I haven't been on since like a month or so because I have some serious writers block and skool is crazy! I have to take my SAT's and im bugging out but I know a lot of people want me to write for I thought I knew you now I love you and I will so I promise. I already know what I'm going to write it's just this idea came to me out of the blue and I had to write it for you guys. Plus I was inspired to write a harry potter fanfic. Its been in my head for years and now I think I will put it up for u guys but I'll have to get like almost finish with these two stories and then maybe I will put it up
Oh yeah I have a question for everybody. A long time ago I read these awesome stories but I don't remember what they are called and who they are by if u know inbox me or write the name in a review okay here it is
Twilight Alice gets pregnant and Jasper gets so scared that he runs away. His bros run with him and now its up to the girls to find them. Features a hobo that follows the boys around that Emmett is terrified of and the girls swimming to Hogwarts and meeting voldemort Harry and cedric who looks like Edward. Finally they all go up the mountain I believe to their vacation home and the girls end up getting the boys back for running away by tying them up and torturing quote quote them. Also in chapters includes random acts like jasper falling down into the grand canyon and the hobo trying to attack Emmett
A vampire kisses story about Luna and Jagger. This was the first ever story I read on fanfiction I believe. Luna and Jagger are in love with each other but Jagger goes away to do something and Luna gets all depressed and loses her hair and what not but then he comes back and they 'reunite' I didn't know anything about the books at all I just remember reading it and liking the story even though its all about incest im weird like that
Lastly twilight the girls put on a fashion show for the boys and the guys get all hot and bothered by it. Lol renesmee is in it and she is always tripping out over the fact that her parents have a sex life. I believe this is also the story with Emmett pretending to be James Bond. Oh and one last story almost forgot. Its twilight and they are singing songs. It isn't a musical but I think Bella is drunk and she and Emmett are singing songs but putting them to their own lives features songs like I'm yours by Jason mraz gives you hell by all American rejects and other songs I cant think of off the top of my head so please if anyone knows the names of these fanfics or the authors or if u are the author please let me Know I loved reading them and would love to find them again now on with my story!
Francesca Karina Garibaldi, Frankie for short was wide awake in her silk blue day dress and satin shoes. Her long red hair was pulled back in a blue silk ribbon and she was the primmest little girl in the world. She was also the most terrified. There were screams going on in her house and blood was being splattered across the walls. She was crying huddled in the corner of her room with her mother and little brother Ryan, he was only a baby and was screeching. Her mother tried to quiet him but he would not stop. Frankie knew that there were bad men in her house and they had come for her father's money. The door was smashed open and her eyes squeezed tighter. She felt her mothers' arms around her body and then heard rough laughter, followed by her mothers screams. Her eyes popped open in time to see a tall man pulling her mother up and then flinging her little baby brother across the room where he slammed to the ground like a little doll. More men invaded the room pulling apart the bedding and ripping the curtains to shreds, swords flashed glinting in the moonlight shining through the windows. Frankie felt tears falling down her face as her mothers' stomach began to shine with red. She fell. Frankie jumped up and ran blindly. She heard the men yelling but she didn't care, she had made it out of the room and now she was just running and running for her life trying as hard as she could to get to the secret room or outside into the clean air. Down the stairs she went then, through the long hallways passing her brothers' nursery and the little room in which she played it was hurting her chest to keep running but she had to.
She felt and heard footsteps behind her, someone yelling in French then rough Bulgarian. It scared her that language and only made her run faster. She was almost to the door, the room in which she would hide until they gave up searching for her. They wouldn't really kill her? She thought as she made her way down another flight of stairs and off to a corner hall. She hadn't seen their faces or anything everything was dark her eyes were closed and all she heard were screams and laughter, and she couldn't possibly identify laughter now could she. Her lungs were about to burst they hurt so badly, her chest was heaving and it took all her strength not to collapse right there and let them take her. She felt something grab the back of her dress then she was flying through the air. She felt her back slam against the wall and heard something crack. It hurt so bad that it stopped her cry from issuing from her throat. Her chest tightened and she curled painfully into a ball. Footsteps rang in her ears and she couldn't help but try to crawl away.
"Oh I don't think so" Pain like she'd never felt soared through her chest as if something was snapping and ripping. Her lungs felt punctured and she couldn't breath. She rolled over onto her back clutching her stomach. She couldn't see anymore everything had gone dark again and there were fewer spots dancing before her closed lids "open your eyes you dirty vile child! Making my men chase you down here. You should have let them kill you now you will pay." Another sharp pain and her chest felt as if it had been ripped open. This time she did cry out. It was loud and high pitched but she couldn't move now, she was paralyzed. Her throat convulsed and her body was wrenched from the ground only to be dropped again on her side. Something warm was drowning her cheek. It was wet. Her mouth opened and she tasted her own blood. It made her so very terrified. Tears were streaming down her face just as another sharp jab rocked her head backward causing the back of her head to hit something metal. Now blood was dribbling down her nose and into her mouth. It was no longer just black, now it was red too. It continued though and she felt her body start to shut down her eyes stopped working her mouth stopped working her voice stopped making sounds. But her ears, the traitorous ears continued to make her listen to the maniacal laughter of her killer, she heard each kick given to her each slam as her head jerked and hit the wall every ragged breath she took. It was getting slowly softer her heart beat slowing down as her body let go. It could take no more of this torture, no more pain no more suffering. She wanted to see her mother again her little brother her father, she wanted to reverse the day and warn her family of this tragedy that would take place after dinner. She wanted so bad to have her mother hold her and hush her into sleep, she needed her parents to laugh it off and tell her it was nonsense that no one would dare come into their home and hurt them. But they would not be right of course because someone did come into their home and someone did hurt them all and made mother cry and father shout. It was horrible.
Her eye lids fluttered and she let out a faint breath that may have been a sigh of pain, or perhaps relief for the man was no longer hurting her and she could no longer hear his laughter. Only silence. She wondered about that until she heard an even more horrifying noise. A roar of savage anger and clenching frustration. Her eyes tried to open and they almost did just a slit and she saw the man who had so savagely beat her cringing on the floor.
A pair of boots stood braced apart over him, Frankie watched as one boot pulled back and slammed into the mans face, heard his roar of pain
"I only did as you asked my Lord!" he yelled in defense but the man with the boots only shut him up with another swing. "Please stop!" the man in the boots swiveled so that his toes faced Frankie and she heard an angry voice riddled with a thick and deep Italian accent
"Did you stop? I told you the men not the children now look at this! The police are bound to come now, get up you useless muck and gather the men, move everything out you can carry and set all but two horses free, set the rest of the place on fire!" Frankie felt a flash of fear. They were going to set her beautiful home on fire and with it the bodies of her parents and brother, even her alive. She tried to make a noise and found it came out desperate and whiney.
"Please" she whispered, her throat was about to give any moment now, the boots swiveled again and he said something to a figure off to the right. Frankie's eyes closed in pain, she was so tired. She could have slept for centuries and try to forget what was going on in her home.
Then she felt something warm on her cheek and thought it was blood once again. Someone cooed in her ear then brushed cool fingers across her cheek. She felt her head being lifted as if it weighed nothing even though she felt as if it were made of lead and sand bags. There was a murmuring going on and again the fingers passed her cheek but this time they traveled to her lips and over her chin. She felt another flash of fear as something flat and cold poked her cheek. What if this person finished the job the beaten man had started, what if they cut her? As long as it was quick please let it be quick…no please don't I don't want to die. She thought
"Please don't hurt me anymore" she croaked. The cooing noise went on now a soft hum and her hair was being brushed from her face. Something soft was being placed over her eyes which kept them closed then the fingers were back to her lips parting them so that air rushed into her lungs. It was wonderful cool air and she sucked it in gratefully. Then she felt the warm puddle coat her lips and knew without much thought that it was blood. She was drowning in it before she could struggle and found, as it escaped down her throat, it warmed her insides. The pain in her chest soared up and up and up so that her whole middle rose with the pain of it. It felt as if everything was being reversed. Her ribs were replacing themselves, like puzzle pieces they reconnected and started to mend, same with those punctured lungs knitting and sewing skin and bone back together, but with excruciating pain one that she never wanted to feel again. She felt the blood sliding into her veins slipping and intertwining with her own blood and killing the disease that the man had created inside of her. The back of her head felt like it was on fire as it closed up and bone flew back into place. Finally when her lungs were fully repaired and her chest was no longer on fire she let out a scream that woke the dead. The worse of the fire was not gone; the blood had reached her heart and was fighting it with all its power, over taking her hearts blood and throwing it out the window. Those cool hands were hot now and suffocating, she couldn't see couldn't hear and couldn't breath but she knew she was screaming so she had to be breathing right? Right? Blue and green lights blazed across her with the black lights that were fixed with gold. Her head shot up and her eyes popped open.
She could see, she could hear, she could breathe but she found no need for it. She blinked and her eyes opened wide. She took in her surroundings, wondering vaguely where she was. It was no longer in her home, in the little hallway where she was certain she was going to die in. she was in a bed chamber covered with a deep red sheet. A brocade gown made of gold silk was lounging in a chair across the room, which was very dark but it seemed good. It was like a cool compress on her forehead and she was grateful for that. The room was chill and big. The bed she was on was enormous and didn't even scream too much space. She groaned and rubbed her throat. The door was closed but she could hear muted sounds that felt clear to her ears. She got out of the bed and slowly slipped across the room. She found her feet danced across the floor without making a sound. She also found that she could open the door without it squeaking and move down the hall at a creeping pace that seemed smooth and empty to her. The muted voices sounded clearer with each step she took, but that wasn't all she heard. She heard an intake of breath just a half second before she heard a voice, the words were clear but made no sense to her at first anyway.
"I couldn't let you set the place on fire with her in it, she was still alive."
"So? She'll just cause trouble for us, she'll tell." There was silence then the female said softly
"No she won't because if she does it will incriminate her as well." The man took a breath then said in a deadly calm voice
"Liliana, I swear to God if you turned her…"
"I did" the woman Liliana said bluntly
"She's a child! What were you thinking?"
"You saw what he did to her, I wasn't just going to leave her you saw how she looked, I saved her!" the last said quite indignantly. The man growled. And it was a real growl! Not a fake human one but one that came from deep in an animal's chest. Frankie felt compelled to move forward though, to see the woman who had saved her from death, she could hear her calling to her almost like they shared blood. She saw a flash of yellow then those boots facing away from her to the woman with the blond ringlets. She was staring at the man and when Frankie's eyes traveled upward she saw his long black hair and pale skin. Her fingers felt like paper dolls and her eyes felt like glass. She saw something dark hovering around him, a bright light it was terrifying. She backed up and forgot to be quiet. The loud crashing of the suit of armor made both adults turn to her and she didn't bother to freeze. She tore out of there running so fast she became a blur, though she could see where she was going. She heard the man as clearly as if she was still standing there but didn't bother to wonder why or how. She raced around corners and flashed back to her home when she was running from the man trying to save her life. There were more crashes behind her and she slipped through a small door on her right. When it was locked behind her she slid into a corner and grabbed her knees. She wanted to go home; she wanted to be with her mother again and away from the man with the black light around him. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sat huddled in herself trying hard not to make a sound. She closed her eyes and took a great breath that was so silent she wasn't sure if she had taken in air.
"Hello baby who are you?" her eyes opened and she saw a grey eyed man staring down at her. He had kind eyes and a sweet smile. She wiped her face. "Its alright I won't hurt you, its just you are in my bed room and I was asleep. Are you running from the scaries?" for some reason that made her giggle, and she nodded assuming the scaries were the man and woman. He held out a hand and she took it. When he pulled her up she saw that the door was opened and cool air was blowing in. then the boots came around the corner
"Hold her Brandon" she screamed and struggled in this man's arms. He held her fast and murmured
"Shh he won't hurt you as long as you don't try to run, it'll be okay baby we won't hurt you. Lily saved you from that man, he will pay for what he did, and we already have started the process of elimination with him." She saw the smile that lit up his white teeth and made his grey eyes shine. The man in the boots stopped in front of her and knelt. She saw his eyes, they weren't as kind as the grey eyed man, Brandon but they weren't as cruel as the man who beat her. They were pitch black though; she stared into them and felt as if she was falling, falling into the sky a starless night. She had never seen a starless night before it was always starry from her window. She forced herself not to cry or fuss as he reached out and pushed her hair out of her face
"Francesca Karina Garibaldi, your father had business with me, he double crossed me Francesca and I don't like being double crossed. I came to your house tonight to take my revenge on that coward, I killed your father myself drank his blood till he was nothing but dust…no!" at that bit of news she had tried to break loose of Brandon and run but the black eyed man grabbed her roughly by her arm and dress stilling her in her place. "he had it coming to him, your mother was to be kept alive Francesca just your father and his men were to be the only ones to die, my men got carried away with the killing I am sorry for that. They were not supposed to touch you and your brother; I will punish the ones who did that." She spoke up
"Punishing them will not bring back my parents." He smiled
"Nor will it bring you, but I shall enjoy it." He chucked her under her chin and stood to address Brandon "keep her with you if you want, Lily will see her later to explain I suppose, you will like Lily everyone does." He turned and started out of the room but paused by the door and glanced back "oh I'm Damon by the way, welcome to the family."