Now being beta'ed by 7 Ace
I think I need a disclaimer, don't I? Oh well, I don't own the characters I'm just using them.
This is my first ever story, not just on fanfiction, anywhere. I had this idea floating around my mind, so I decided to write it down. I read over it and I think it is pretty good. So here it is.
Chapter One: It Begins
Bella's point of view:
I hate waking up on the weekends. I have absolutely nothing to fill my boring ass days. At least on the weekdays I have school to take my mind off of the pathetic life that is my existence. I have only myself to blame. I was plain and I did nothing to try and fix that problem. I lifted my tired body from my uncomfortable bed and groaned at the pains shooting down my spine. I can't wait for Charlie to finally get me a new bed. This one is older than me!
Shoving my body to the other side of the room, I grabbed a random shirt from my closet and my favorite jeans from my dresser, and walked to the bathroom. I don't know what I was getting dressed for; it isn't like I have anywhere to go. Just the thought of my lacking social life made my shoulders slump and tears sting at my eyes, a wasted life. I'm only seventeen, but I don't see things getting any better from here.
After I got all dressed, I made my way downstairs and grabbed a cereal bar that I probably won't even eat. Slipping on my over sized rain boots, I walked to my truck. I stopped for a few seconds to relish in the beauty of my misunderstood vehicle. This truck was dependable and not too flashy… Well, not flashy at all. It was what I needed. It was something to get around the small town of Forks and attract zero attention.
I climbed into the driver's seat and waited for my car to warm before pulling out of the driveway. I wasn't too sure where I was going, but I decided that this weekend I wouldn't let myself go stir crazy. I made it about three miles away from my house before my truck jolted forward. My eyes widened as I noticed my brakes completely stopped working. A small pathetic whimper escaped my lips, as I kept slamming my foot as hard as I could on the brakes, hoping to affect the movement of the truck even the slightest bit. No such luck. I could see everything as it happened but as if it were going in slow motion.
I removed my hands from the steering wheel; it locked in place, and covered my face with my hands. I didn't want to see what my death looked like. I could already tell this was the end, the way my truck sped down the winding road, no one to see me, no one to save me when I crashed. At that moment, all I could do was wait.
All of the sudden, my car stopped so fiercely, the seat buckle snapped and sent me flying into the wind shield. My chest hit harshly onto the steering wheel as my head cracked painfully in the window. Thankfully I didn't fly through. Things began to get hazy, my vision blurred. I lifted my head and hissed at the immense pain it caused my neck and the back of my skull. Through the foggy haze, I saw the most beautiful sight.
A young man, pale and extremely attractive, had his foot pressed against the hood of my car, his body was tense, and his face tight and I could swear a growling came from his lips. My eyes saw what they wanted and fluttered until I was overcome by the cold darkness of my mind.
Drip, drip, drip…
I whined in protest to the annoying sounds coming from somewhere close to me. I went to grab my pillow and throw it over my face; instead I felt cold cement under me. I sat up too quickly, making me dizzy and even more disoriented. I looked around but saw nothing. Wherever I was, it was pitch black. My eyes darted around the dark space trying to catch a glimpse of something, anything!
My heartbeat picked up tenfold. I let out a quaky and strangled breath. I racked my brain trying to decipher what had happened. I felt a stinging pain on the back of my head. The memories flooded back so quickly. My car was speeding up, brakes not working… then the crash. That man I saw. I grabbed the back of my head and felt a thick fabric I hadn't noticed was wrapped around my head. I went to pull it off but before I could reach it, two strong, freezing cold hands slammed my arms back to my sides. I squeaked at the sudden contact, jumping back.
I didn't make it far. The hands that had stopped mine wrapped around my waist and pulled me close to them. I could see the dark shadow of the person but the features were unknown.
"Now, now girly, you do not want to take that bandage off in this house." There was a low chuckle then he was gone. Confusion clouded my mind. What did that mean? And where the hell am I? My body went cold at that thought.
Where am I?
"Aw, poor girl is terrified. I can feel it." I heard a different voice somewhere in the room. It was a man. He had a southern drawl to his tone. It scared the hell out of me. My breathing became more labored. Dear god, where am I? There was more laughing coming from around the room. I couldn't see a damn thing, but I felt like I was being watched. Tears began to spill from my eyes, as I tried desperately to adjust to the darkness.
"Don't cry!" My head shot up at the voice yelling at me. Before I knew it, the lights had been switched on. I looked around to see two men staring at me. I recognized one of them. That was the man that was in front of my car. He was glaring at me. I couldn't understand why he was so angry. I tried my hardest to look away from him and his terrifying stare but my eyes refused, taking in his full appearance.
He was pale, even more than me. His hair was an amazing color that I could only describe as bronze. His eyes were a deep scarlet, his lips just a few shades lighter than them. His facial features were that of a model, so perfect and proportionate to the rest of him. Sharp and defined. I looked lower to see he was wearing the most tightly fitted grey v-neck t-shirt and black slacks that hugged his lower hips perfectly. I have never seen anyone so perfect. Wait a second? My eyes zoomed back up to his face. I looked into his eyes once more. They were red?
How in the-
I was pulled from my thoughts when the man in front of me disappeared right before my eyes. I looked around the room, panicked. Both men had disappeared. My heartbeat picked up its pace, overwhelming me. I was calm on the outside, too calm. But on the inside I felt sick and terrified.
Where was I?
The next chapter is already done. I just want to see if people like this chapter before I continue. This story will be extremely out of character and at times disturbing.
This is a very, very dark Edward and the rest of the Cullen's, so if you don't like that then you shouldn't read. The next chapter has more excitement in it and explains more. Please review so I know what you think, good or bad.