I have no idea where this came from. I just thought of the first paragraph, and it seemed to flow from me then. I mean 1,042 words? I never write stuff that long! I know whenever I write it isn't very long, but I'm working on it! So enjoy, this will turn into a story, maybe it'll take preference after I finish Meeting Fate, before the sequel. This prologue doesn't explain much, but I'll go back and explain (well, get Bella to explain really) what has happened, blahdy-blahdy-blah.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all it's characters etc; but I own awesome plot-lines. Aren't you jealous Meyer?


Prologue.

What would you do if someone told you that everything you lived for - everything you'd experienced and the essence of life itself - was a lie? Would you believe them?

Would you deny it? Try in vain to prove what they said was false? Kick and scream until your throat was hoarse and you had run out of tears, your eyes red and bloodshot. Would you believe them then?

Would you be curious? Ask them to show you evidence, test their theories, only half hoping they were wrong, excited at the new ideas that ran through your brain. The possibilities, the experiences, the overall feeling that there was something new out there, that you could be a part of. Would you believe them then?

Or would you take my option? Sit there silently, unable not to think about it, unable to respond, unable to grasp the concept of horror that coursed through your veins. All the while your mind spinning a thousand different stories, how they lived, how they would survive. How you would survive. Unable to help the tears that slid slowly down your face, not tasting the metallic, salty flavour that came with tears, only tasting your own dread? Would you believe them then?

It would take a while for you to completely realise how deeply this new truth ran, how it would affect the entire civilization, how it would change life forever. It would take a while for most people, but would everyone believe? Were there a select few, destined not to believe in the stories that were spun of this new species, hoping with all their might that it was just some silly April fool's Jokes, even though it was the middle of November? Would you believe them then?

And as the days wore on, would you find proof? Would you witness something that would ultimately fix your state of mind, fixing your future in the same moment? Would the few who did not believe dwindle, until you were the only one left, the others who did not believe long gone, friends whom you were never to see again? Would you believe them then?

I am that last person. The only person on the entire planet, the entire species of humans that did not believe. I lie awake as the darkness creeps in around me, the windows of my small cottage bolted shut, the lights unable to be turned on because the bulbs had long since flickered out. The shadows engulfing me, asking me to believe. I see movement in them sometimes and though I wish I could, I can never lie to myself. Fear that has set up house in my stomach which has been empty for quite some time, it too is unable to grasp hold of the things it is given, pushing them away.

Would you believe them then?

A cool wind blew around me, though I knew that my house was safe from any draughts. It wasn't my imagination; I could feel tension that crackled in the small bedroom I now occupied. The curtains pulled shut, the covers on my bed pulled up tightly to my chin. I blinked; hoping that I'd wake up now, that this was a terrible dream. Not a terrible dream; a terrible nightmare.

I heard a rustle and my door slowly creaked open. My breath caught in my throat. I am Bella Swan, I thought, and I am not afraid.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

There was another rustle, one that sounded distinctly like clothing moving as someone - or something - walked. But there was no sound of footsteps.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

There was a little voice that nagged me in the back of my mind, 'But you are afraid,' it said. I shook my head, trying to dispel the negative thoughts.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

The rustling was closer now and I strained to see any movements. The darkness was so thick that I couldn't see anything at a distance, not even the end of my bed, which was only two metres away. My heartbeat was racing, my palms cool and sweaty, even though the night was as cold as winter.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

"I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid."

One chuckle resounded through the room and my breathing stopped. I didn't chuckle.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

I am Bella Swan and I am not afraid.

"I am Bella Swan and I-I," I choked off, unable to finish. I swallowed, my mouth was dry and my tongue felt swollen.

"Oh but you are afraid," it chuckled again, determining that it - whatever it was - was a male. It was so close that I could smell its breath, which smelt like sunshine and sugar; as if it was beckoning me to come closer, breathe in his heavenly scent. It took all my willpower not to, as my hands gripped the sheets tightly, my body shaking in fear.

"You are Bella Swan and you are afraid," he whispered, resting a cold hand - as cold as ice - on my cheek. I could see his face; he had a beautifully sharp jaw-line and high cheekbones. I looked up into his eyes and found that they were black - pitch black. It sent a horrifying shudder down my spine, leaving my entire body covered in goose bumps, all my hairs standing on end.

He leaned toward me, inching closer and closer, his obvious destination was my neck.

Then I screamed - a bloodcurdling scream, scratching my throat and nearly making my lungs collapse with the strenuous effort. I clamped my eyes tightly shut and I felt him stop, as if he had jolted out of a daydream. When I opened my eyes, he was gone, but still unable to take the terror with him.

Would you believe them then?

Would you believe?


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