Breaking Dawn - My versionI eternally starved for more, more blood. I had to be smart about killing this person.Breaking Dawn - My version8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
''Jessica...'' I hissed, not realizing my own voice. I fought with myself. Jessica was staring at me, frightened.
''No, don't do it, she's my friend, I am not a monster!''
My partly sane half whined while my blood thirsty self said:
''Blood, blood, I want... no, I need sweet, delicious blood! Kill her, kill her! No one will ever know!''
I shut my eyes, trying to figure out which side of me was right. All I wanted was blood, this addiction clouded my crystallized brain and I made the wrong decision. Jessica's eyes grew large and she made a high, shrieking sound as I leap at her.
I sank my teeth into her neck, not to mention all the other hundreds of peoples necks I bit the first day of being a vampire. No one would ever know. All the police reports would just classify them all as missing. No one would ever find any evidence of the people's blood being sucked out of them. I was wild and crazy and
Times Have Changed Part 1Aleatoires started another story Enjoy!Times Have Changed Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All my other thoughts escaping me, my mind now strayed back, almost pathetically, to thoughts and memories long past, all filled with her: her scent, her touch, her kiss, her laugh. The memories seemed to suddenly wash over my whole body, leaving me almost breathless and reminiscent of all those years ago, thoughts I should have pushed out of my brain entirely when Id had the chance, like when I had been angry at myself for leaving her, instead of depressed. But now, as I lay there on my expansive leather sofa, thinking only about her, I wondered how in the world I could have mustered up the strength to leave her, because judging by these memories, nothing had gone wrong. But then I remembered:
Bella! I had screamed without restraint then; she had been dying that night. Emmett had fought to keep me back as the scent of her tantalizing blood had filled the white interiors of our home, battling w