Fanfiction: Speechless
Title:Speechless Chapter 2
Author: RockPaperShizzl
Summary: My take on the cliched plot of Edward leaving Bella and she gets turned.
Disclaimer: I'm not SMeyer, so I don't own Twilight
Author's Note: Sorry if this seems a bit rushed. I might add a bit to this chapter because I don't exactly like how it turned out, but I have big plans for this story. I know this chapter is short, but the next will be long and, hopefully, a lot better!
Finally, after two hours of driving, I was in Seattle. I had to pull over to a curb when the pain ripped through my chest, as it did whenever I remembered the Cullen family. Damn memories. The reminders wouldn’t leave me. I jumped out of the Chevy, carrying everything that I owned in my small duffle bag. I couldn’t keep my truck, it drawled too much attention. After some walking, I stopped at a small, rundown apartment building located in downtown Seattle. My room was dirty and homely, but it was cheap, so I immediately checked into it.
Days passed. I only left the room once a daily to get a small amount of food that I didn’t eat, or to pay my landlord. I lay on my bed for hours, trying to forget the memories. After what seemed like years, but in reality was only a month, I decided to relive the memories, hoping that I could get them out of my system. Of course, that only brought more pain to me, so I stopped.
Screw this. I thought one day as I grabbed my black jacket and rushed out of the building into a cold February morning. I wandered aimlessly through the many backstreets of the city. I didn’t have a specific destination; after all, life had no meaning to me anymore. I was glad for the distraction that Seattle presented. The last time I had visited was when I was little. Everything was so new to me, there were only small reminders of my past here. But I could handle it.
I wandered for hours. My scruffy appearance caught few eyes, much to my relief. I knew my father was searching for me, hurting, and I felt guilty. But isn’t this for the best? That he doesn’t know how much pain I’m in? I tried to reason with myself, and it eased my discomfort slightly. Time passed, and eventually, it was twilight. The pain resurfaced.
I walked in the direction of the apartment. When I was almost halfway back to my room, the wind blew strongly against me. A very sweet smell entered my nostrils and I stiffened, my heart skipping a beat.
I turned so that I was against the wind. No one else was on this street and I became extremely nervous. It wasn’t his scent, that I was sure. This vampire was one I hadn’t seen before. Over time, I found that each of the Cullens had different scents; there was a very faint difference between each.
A small crash came from the alley at my right and my heart quickened even more. Whoever it was, wanted to play games with me. “Just come out here,” I murmured quietly. I was staring into the alley, when I felt a cool breath on my neck. My back stiffened and my eyes widened in fright
I turned slowly to look into the dark, black eyes of a young woman. Her fiery hair swayed slightly in the wind. I took a step back in surprise, and she grabbed my arm roughly.
“Hello Victoria.” My voice trembled, and a large grin spread across her face. Victoria’s eyes were filled with passion. She was a deadly combination; vengeful and hungry.
Chapter 3: A Better Outcome Than Death
Author: RockPaperShizzl
Summary: My take on the cliched plot of Edward leaving Bella and she gets turned.
Disclaimer: I'm not SMeyer, so I don't own Twilight
Author's Note: Sorry if this seems a bit rushed. I might add a bit to this chapter because I don't exactly like how it turned out, but I have big plans for this story. I know this chapter is short, but the next will be long and, hopefully, a lot better!
Finally, after two hours of driving, I was in Seattle. I had to pull over to a curb when the pain ripped through my chest, as it did whenever I remembered the Cullen family. Damn memories. The reminders wouldn’t leave me. I jumped out of the Chevy, carrying everything that I owned in my small duffle bag. I couldn’t keep my truck, it drawled too much attention. After some walking, I stopped at a small, rundown apartment building located in downtown Seattle. My room was dirty and homely, but it was cheap, so I immediately checked into it.
Days passed. I only left the room once a daily to get a small amount of food that I didn’t eat, or to pay my landlord. I lay on my bed for hours, trying to forget the memories. After what seemed like years, but in reality was only a month, I decided to relive the memories, hoping that I could get them out of my system. Of course, that only brought more pain to me, so I stopped.
Screw this. I thought one day as I grabbed my black jacket and rushed out of the building into a cold February morning. I wandered aimlessly through the many backstreets of the city. I didn’t have a specific destination; after all, life had no meaning to me anymore. I was glad for the distraction that Seattle presented. The last time I had visited was when I was little. Everything was so new to me, there were only small reminders of my past here. But I could handle it.
I wandered for hours. My scruffy appearance caught few eyes, much to my relief. I knew my father was searching for me, hurting, and I felt guilty. But isn’t this for the best? That he doesn’t know how much pain I’m in? I tried to reason with myself, and it eased my discomfort slightly. Time passed, and eventually, it was twilight. The pain resurfaced.
I walked in the direction of the apartment. When I was almost halfway back to my room, the wind blew strongly against me. A very sweet smell entered my nostrils and I stiffened, my heart skipping a beat.
I turned so that I was against the wind. No one else was on this street and I became extremely nervous. It wasn’t his scent, that I was sure. This vampire was one I hadn’t seen before. Over time, I found that each of the Cullens had different scents; there was a very faint difference between each.
A small crash came from the alley at my right and my heart quickened even more. Whoever it was, wanted to play games with me. “Just come out here,” I murmured quietly. I was staring into the alley, when I felt a cool breath on my neck. My back stiffened and my eyes widened in fright
I turned slowly to look into the dark, black eyes of a young woman. Her fiery hair swayed slightly in the wind. I took a step back in surprise, and she grabbed my arm roughly.
“Hello Victoria.” My voice trembled, and a large grin spread across her face. Victoria’s eyes were filled with passion. She was a deadly combination; vengeful and hungry.
Chapter 3: A Better Outcome Than Death