OKAY! SO I WROTE THIS STORY AT THE REQUEST OF MY FRIEND!! I AM AN INSPIRING WRITER AND MY FRIEND IS A HUGE TWILIGHT FREAK (I AM TOO :D) AND SO SHE ASKED ME TO WRITE THIS!! I DECIDED TO POST IT TO SEE WHAT EVERYONE ELSE THOUGHT. PLEASE REVIEW AND CRITICIZE!!!
SOME CHANGES: ITS IS TWILIGHT IN REVERSE (HENCE THE NAME DAYBREAK [OPPOSITE OF TWILIGHT] BELLLA IS THE VAMPIRE!!! EDWARD, IS HUMAN. AND JACOB HAS BEEN CHANGED INTO A GIRL NAMED JACKIE, CUZ YOU NEED A LOVE TRIANGLE!!
OH, AND THE NAME OF THE TOWN WHERE SHE USE TO LIVE IS AN INSIDE JOKE, I WASNT BEING CORNY!!
Welcome to Forks
I stood in front of a water-logged wooden sign that read, "Welcome to Forks! Population: 3,221." The bleak overcast was welcoming. I closed my eyes very tight, concentrating. It was very often I could trigger visions, it was a skill I was working on, and I was getting better at it. It was the reason I was here, hiding in the small town named Forks, as far away from Italy as I could possibly be, expect for Alaska, but it was too cold for me. That, and I didn't like the governor.
I shook my head to stop my rambling thoughts. Concentrate I told myself. Colors flashed across my mind. I watched them, waiting to see what would happen.
I saw myself, my tall, lean, pale body standing in meadow, and I was shimmering. My eyes were fierce and my long, brown hair blew in the gentle wind. Everything seemed fine, but there was something about my eyes that bothered me. I pushed for more, but nothing happened. My vision disappeared. I shouldn't push myself so hard until I had my visions under control.
My visions were a bit of a nuisance. Just occurring whenever they wanted, only seeing limited things. I would only see a short clip before it stopped, but now that I was learning how to control it, my visions were longer and more specific. Which is why I couldn't understand why this vision was so short and vague.
"So are we good here?" Charlie asked.
Charlie and I had been traveling together for many years. He was the one who found me after I was bitten when I was seventeen (in human years). Charlie was older, middle-aged when he was bitten. He was a civil war general who ran into the wrong type of person, and paid for it. I looked as Charlie as a father to me. He took care of me as a father would. Plus, it was nice to not have to wonder this world alone.
"What did she say?" Renee softly sung.
Renee was Charlie's wife. They had meet before he found me. She was younger then him, in her thirties. Her blond hair was cut at her chin and her small figure gave her the appearance of a dancer. Her voice sounded like a choir of angels singing in praise. Renee was beautiful even before she was transformer, Charlie told me. So now, with her pale, perfect skin, she was gorgeous. As was Charlie, but in a different way.
"This place will be just fine." I assured them. We ran into the woods that bordered the road we had been standing in. We ran deep into the green abyss until we came to a stop.
A small grey house stood alone. It was older and rundown. I sniffed the air and could instantly tell that no one has been here in a very long time.
"Home sweet home." I sarcastically said.
"Bella, it nice." Renee reprimanded me. She always saw things in the best way possible. She was a glass half full kind of girl. I wished I was like her, but I wasn't. Her optimism annoyed me.
"It's a bit of a fixer-up," Charlie butted in, "but I've wanted a new project." Charlie was a handy-man. He loved to fix and build things.
"Fine." I sighed.
I opened the chipped, white door that hung of it hinges and stepped inside. The interior looked like someone stopped by from the seventies in a time machine and decorated this place. Yellow shag rug covered the large front room. In the kitchen behind it, plastic wood counters ran across the wall with cabinets to match.
"Have fun with your project Charlie." I smirked as I walked down the hallway to see what else there was. The hallway was wide. It had a wood floor and blue walls. So far it was the nicest part of the house. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Instead of going into all the five doorways that lined the blue walls, I decided to go the easy way and see which room I would take.
A large purple room flashed before my eyes. It had two french doors that opened up to a private garden enclosed by an old stone wall that had accumulated ivy and moss over the years. The garden was filled with some of the most beautiful flowers I'd ever seen. The room had a large bookshelf carved into the wall. It was filled with my favorite books and authors. The wall opposite of the bookshelf was holding a large Sony plasma TV. Next to the bookshelf was a long, white leather couch that I was sitting on, with my favorite book, Twilight, in my hand. Across from the couch was a white computer desk with a purple computer chair. On the desk sat a new Apple laptop, the cover was hidden under a sea of stickers. To the right of the desk were two double doors. I mentally opened the doors and walked into the big square room that was filled with clothes and shoes. On the back wall of the closet was a long mirror. I walked back into my bedroom. My purple walls were covered with movie and band posters that I loved. A white metal shelf o the left of the desk, by my white bedroom door, held all my CD's along with a brand new, kick-ass, stereo system. As I continued to explore my room, more and more things like a purple and white rug and bulletin boards and other accessories were added to my room as I started to make plans. I opened my eyes and sighed exhausted. That was the longest vision I had forced. I had only had one vision longer then that, and it hadn't been forced.
We were in Sporks, Maine. I was sitting out on our dock, just watching the smooth waves roll across the beautiful, black, limpid lake surface. I was watching a loon drift by when i came.
I was standing in a ballet room studio. The small room was lined with mirrors and was completely empty. A woman with long, curly, red hair stood opposite of me. She was wearing an evil smirk. I could vividly feel the fear and worry that raced through my dead veins. But the fear and worry that filled my cold body were not for me, but for him. I didn't know who he was, but I could feel the love I had for him. The reason I was here, possibly facing my death, was for him.
"Bella!" Was shouted from behind me. I turned to see him.
He was the reason I was here, risking my life. Every part of my would fight until the end to keep him safe, to keep him alive.
As I turned to look at him, everything went black. I figured that meant I died. Died for this boy I haven't even met yet. As I sat there on the dock, I wondered why I was protecting this boy. I could tell from the fear I felt that he could not protect himself for the she-devil that stood smirking at us. As I sat there and continued to think, I came to realize that I was not afraid to die, if it meant that he would live. I didn't even know him, but I knew of the love I would have for him, and that was already enough.
"Bella?" Renee's sweet voice sang, snapping me out of my train of thought. I realized I was still standing in the middle of the hallway. "Is everything okay sweetheart?" She placed her hand on the arch of my back.
"Yes, I was just picking my room." I smirked and walked to the last door on the right. I turned the faded gold door knob attached to the dark mahogany door. I opened the door and stood there in shock. The once orange floral wallpaper was falling off the wall in had been glued to, probably thirty years ago. A bear rug laid on the faded wood floor. The closet had no doors and I could smell a rotting animal coming from inside there. The bookshelf was covered in dust and looked like it lost a fight with an army of termites.
"This is the room you want?" Renee chimed.
"It's will be a lot better." I assured her. Chaired walked into the room.
"Huh," He said scratching the back of his head that didn't itch. "This might take a while."
"Don't worry Charlie, I love what you'll do with it." I smirked.
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