Post by JOYBUG on Oct 12, 2008 20:58:26 GMT -5
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prolouge, bella swan.
Forever. It wasn’t supposed to last anything less then a millennium of me staring up at my Edward, realizing how more perfect he was with every second, and wondering how he could choose me when he had more beautiful woman, like Tanya, pining after him. This wasn’t how forever was supposed to work. We weren’t supposed to end up as monsters. I never expected to loose anyone I loved again, and I certainly never thought I’d be hiding in the slums of New York City, condemned to live as a monster. They know. The people of New York know about us. Vampirism is a spreading knowledge among the citizens of New York. While we stay down here in the slums, more and more people are questioning what they believe. Because of my Edward, my wonderful, calm Edward, I know this for a fact. He tries to keep me calm. Last time he did, I screamed at him. I told him that I wasn’t a newborn anymore, that I didn’t need to be calmed down by him or Jasper. A dead silence followed after that. I apologized immediately, but I knew I was only voicing everyone’s thoughts. We were all worried. Even Edward was worried and I knew if something wasn’t going to happen, then we wouldn’t be here.
chapter one, leah clearwater.
THE FACT I'D JUST BEEN SHOT IN THE STOMACH[/color] wasn't what worried me. It kind of irked me, sure (after all, somebody had just shot me in the stomach, I wasn't exactly happy about it), but it wasn't the biggest of my worries by far. Surprisingly, it was Jacob. He was getting older, so was his leechy imprint. Need I go on with the disgusting details? I can barely stand to look at the two of them. Seeing the way they look at each other makes me want to hurl in some nearby bush. Am I jealous? No, I’m simply tired of having to watch them stare at each other for several hours when we are supposed to be doing other important things. Actually, the worst of my problems was that being shot in the stomach wasn't a problem at all. I was a bit angry, but not enough to transform. This didn’t stop be from flipping the entire crowd, that had come to watch the girl who had just gotten shot in the stomach, though. I was pretty annoyed at that point. It was a well known fact at La Push, and anywhere really, that I could only stand having a few people in my presence. The people went as following; my younger brother and Jacob, who was resembling more of a puppy everyday. I didn’t want any of these New Yorkers around me, so when I heard the sounds of an ambulance coming, I didn’t hesitate to knock down the small portion of people who were trying to help me up to my feet.The wound was already healing, and just in time for the paramedics to wipe away the copious amounts of blood to find a fresh mark on my scar-speckled skin. Panic broke out around the crowd of rubber neckers who'd gathered to watch me die. I was sorry to disappoint them that I would be walking away from this accident, which is precisely what I would have done if the entire thing hadn’t escalated. The guy shouldn’t have shot me in the first d**n place. And who the hell called the paramedics? I hadn’t seen one phone taken out from the crowd around me, other then to take pictures of me lying on the ground and send it to a few friends. I managed to swat away most of their phones, crushing them as well in the process, but once everyone saw that my stomach was perfectly fine, the chaos that erupted was too much. I didn’t think it was much of a problem. I was wrong.
chapter two, nessie cullen.
APPARENTLY MY LIFE WAS IN MORTAL DANGER,[/color] but I didn't see it. Perhaps as a half breed I was more in tune with the human world than my family was, but maybe it was just because I was so much younger than them. In any event, I was sure there was nothing a bunch of humans could do to harm any of my elders- I could barely put a scratch on even tiny Alice and I had tried. Boy, had I tried. My family wasn’t as nonchalant as I was. They believed the humans could actually do us harm and the first time my dad had told me it was safer to live down here in the slums then up there with the rest of them, I almost laughed at him. To me, it was completely absurd. I’ve lived with humans. I’ve watched the way they react, how they do things, and I know for a fact that , whether or not they know about us, that they don’t have the power to harm us. I hate it down here. It smells horrible, my clothes get new stains on them each day, which makes Alice angry, and I’ve become so bored that I am willing (yes, willing) to play chess with my dad, even though I know he will let me win. I’m the only one who will admit it, though, and that’s the problem. My dad says that it’s necessary for our survival to stay down here. He really believes that the humans can hurt us. It’s because I’m a half breed, isn’t it? The truth of the matter is that he and my mother are being overprotective of me again, like they always are.Even Jacob is insisting that I stay here in the slums a little longer, which is the worst, because he’s usually up on New York doing something with his pack. I’m so used to him being with me everywhere I go. I’ve never rebelled against my parents before, but I’ve had it with the slums. They locked me away, hid me away from all of humanity up on New York. They’ve, along with my other family, even Emmett, have forced me to stay in the slums. I haven’t been allowed to do a fun thing in ages, unless you count slowly moving here and there down here in the slums. Well, I can’t take it anymore. I’m tired of my parents being so overprotective. I need to get out.
chapter three, katrina petrov.
I'D NEVER FELT REAL PAIN BEFORE IN MY LIFE.[/color] Irina's death hurt, heartbreak hurt, my transformation hurt, sure. But this, this was real pain. I writhed against my bonds, but they wouldn't break. Why? No, how? I wasn't even sure what they were made out of- that humans had anything physically possibly of restraining me, a vampire, was astounding. That they could inflict such pain on me was even scarier. We, vampires in general, had always thought of humans being the weaker race. They were the last item on the food chain. Compared to us, they were practically little rabbits hopping about, only waiting to get shot. Or rather, eaten. The Denali sister and I tried not to share these common thoughts, but it was impossible. After living for as long as us, and seeing countless humans die again and again, it was impossible not to think of them as weak creatures, which needed to be protected. I am a vegetarian vampire now, and I say it loud and proud with vehemence for those who choose otherwise. At least, I used to. Garrett was the only exception, but that was because I fell in love with him. I know fall in love with someone before taking them into bed with me? I would have thought it impossible, too, had it not happened to me. I wished he was here. I wished Tanya, Carmen, and the others were here. What had ever happened to the weak humans who I loved so much? Ironically, all I could remember at this time was how many I had killed in the past. They were all so breakable back then. What happened? How did they find out? I didn’t know. All I knew was that this wasn’t supposed to happen. Something was terribly wrong here.“Put it up another hundred volts,” The experimenter said to the technician, who nodded, and pressed a button. Everything turned black.
chapter four, special agent ian whittaker.
I COULDN'T BELIEVE MY EARS.[/color] She had to be kidding. Monsters were not real, and even if this girl could survive a bullet wound, that didn't necessarily make her a werewolf. Not last time I checked anyway. I was sure that there must have been a thousand other, logical, explanations as to why she had survived scott free, as the expression went, without so much of a scratch on her stomach. For the past few days, I had been raking my brain, trying to figure this out. Maybe the picture I was looking at were taken incorrectly. Most of them were blurred and the few that weren’t usually had someone standing in front of the lens. I should have known better then the trust the public, but I didn’t have anything else to go off of. All I did have was a few pictures of a girl lying down on the ground, paramedic’s reports, and some eye witness accounts that had all ended up falling through, for a number of reasons. I very well couldn’t trust people who were on the edge of hysterics or had once committed a crime, no matter how much I wanted to. Even if this case did pique my curiosity, which it did, I knew that assuming something supernatural would be jumping the gun. I wasn’t crazy. I knew I wasn’t crazy, but this was one of the few things in world that didn’t have an explanation. No matter how many times I looked it, no matter how many different angles I tried to tackle it from, I couldn’t pin the exact reason why this girl was fine, much less able to throw a punch at someone and run down the street. Not one person had gone after her. d**n the public. Deciding I must have misheard, I spoke up.“They're what?” I asked in disbelief. This was crazy. I was going crazy. That was the only explanation for it. Table for one for the Asylum section of the restaurant. Usually it took at least ten years for people in my line of work to grow crazy. But I had always been one of the best, or so they told me. Maybe that was why I was going crazy now, of all times. I was too good and it had only been a matter of time before I would lose my wits, even if I did think the time to early. The only other explanation was that they were pulling some of kind of horrendous prank. I looked at my boss expectantly.
“Vampires. And werewolves, apparently.” My boss informed me, tapping the file folder on my desk which read 'CONFIDENTIAL'. I shook my head doubtfully.
“And your job, mister Whittaker, is to kill them.”[/font]
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