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I have thought about menulis my own story for quite some time, with my main influence being twilight-7. She has an amazing menulis style and has kept me and many others enthralled oleh her captivating story. I don’t want anyone to think that my stories will be in any way shape atau form nearly as good as hers but I will give it a try and if no-one likes it then I will simply give up and try something new.
Suggestions and komentar will be kindly welcomed throughout.



Chapter 1.


I sit alone in my room in silence, 7pm, another sleepless night ahead. Although I don’t seem to get tired, I just sit and sit and sit. I try to occupy my mind with musik atau books, but nothing works. It is still all running through my mind as though it is a song on repeat. I see him there stood in front of me. His eyes blank, dark, endlessly staring into my terrified eyes. I cari them for a speck of humanity but fail to find any. The things he had berkata to me that night, it was as if he was in my mind. He told me things I had never told another living soul. I tried to run but he was just too fast, hi strong grasp around my arm. He tried to tell me not to be scared and to stop resisting. I couldn’t believe his mordacity, here he was holding me captive in this dark, cold place and he is telling me not to be scared. He told me he was once human, how he too had a family, a life, a fear of those who were different. But he knew I was different, he knew it was not him I was scared of, but the hollowness of his eyes. His eyes were the most terrifying thing on this planet at that moment.
“Why do anda resist? Do anda not want to be here forever with me?”
He asked as if it was my duty to gabung him, to just give up everything that makes up who I am to become some hungry, empty shell that once was human. I try to free myself from his vice like grip only for him squeeze his hand tighter till my arm had turned numb.
“Why…………..I don’t understand…………..make me understand……….but not like this…….there must be another way?”
My pleas were useless, he sunk his teeth deep into my neck. I could feel the blood leaving my body into his ferocious teeth. Moments later he released me, my body filled with a burning sensation. It felt like a river of lava flowing through my veins rushing hurriedly to fill every limb.
The pain is excruciating. I plead with him to make it stop but he just stands there, a frightened look on his face as if he had just witnessed this, rather than being the one to inflict it upon me.
I fall to the floor, cold leaves hitting my skin as the venom spreads. I lie there, pain searing throughout my whole being. It is like acid corroding all it touches, dissolving away what little humanity remains in my body, until there is a sudden feeling of falling. I try to reach out to grab his hand but I miss. I fall into a deep state of unconsciousness so I am able to block out the horrors that surround me.

My jantung skips a beat as there is a knock at my door.
“Alexandria? Honey, are anda okay?”
The voice belongs to my grandmother, the woman who took me in all those years yang lalu after the accident. Her frail frame is mask for all the brilliance than is generated oleh her mind. For an 91 tahun old woman she is still very much alive, spinning out stories for all the younger children, telling them of great towers and beautiful maidens in need of some rescue. Telling them of the awful dangers the brave and gallant knight face in order to save their true cinta from a terrible beast of some sort.
I think upon these stories and ask myself why they never come true, why the one anda cinta is almost always the one to hurt anda the most. I keep these thoughts to myself, in fear of crushing her child-like imagination.
The feeling of falling subsides as I pindah to answer my bedroom door.
“Are anda coming down to supper? I know anda haven’t been yourself lately but anda still have to eat” She says with a stern look. Although with this sentiment comes a dash of irony. Since that night I had come to realise I don’t need to eat, atau sleep atau other normal things I used to take for granted.
“I’ll be down in a little while, Nan” She like being called Nan, berkata it made her feel young, something I would never take away from her.
She left the hallway and made her way to her own room.
Little over an jam had passed and I began to wonder why my grandmother had not returned to see why I had not gone to supper, so I called and got no reply. I carefully opened my door in fear that something serious had happened. I padded gently down the hallway in my slippers until I reached the door to her room. I stood still, shock hitting me like a speeding train, I stared at what was before me. The bloodstained tempat tidur sheets were hanging off the bed, the window wide open. I stood frozen, not daring to pindah an inch. Until I could not stand the anticipation a moment longer, I carefully stepped round the door only to my grandmother lying on the floor, eyes still open, staring up at me. They showed the terror that she had felt in her last moments, I knelt on the floor and touched her face, it was still warm and her eyes began to flicker as though she was trying to communicate with a special from of sign language, but I didn’t understand.
I knew at that moment I had a choice to make. I could leave my wonderful grandmother in a pool of her own blood to ebb away atau change her into a creature, a savage beast that takes life from those who deserve to keep it the most. I had little time to consider this, something I knew but still I just sat a thought to myself.
How could I do that to such a sweet old lady? Although she doesn’t need to die, she can live on, telling her stories and filling many childhood dreams with magic and excitement.
These thoughts circled round in my head till I knew it was too late, the decision had been taken out of my hands.
She was gone, nothing I could o about it, I would never hear her voice call my name in full, the only person I knew that did since…….since my mother. I held her hand in a hope that it may somehow revive her, for her to ask me to help her up and help her clean up. Those requests never came, she just lay there, her eyes now closed. People always say that when people die they look as I they are sleeping. This I could not believe looking at the face of my grandmother. I reach over to pull up her blood covered selendang over her shoulder, she hated it when it fell down, and I noticed marks on her neck that could only be made oleh one thing.
I brushed my fingers over them hoping that I would see something, but there was nothing, just darkness. I couldn’t stay in the house one moment longer, I knew what I had to do. The only pertanyaan was: Could I do it?
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