I guess I should introduce myself...
Hi, there. I'm Maggie. Maggie Zeddmore. Ghostfacer, sister of Ed, and uh... friend of Harry's. Quick apology to my bro, I've been on a freelance ghostfacing mission, and I didn't hear about all the crap he's been going through until just recently.
Well, I don't quite know what else to say, I guess I'll just give you a run-down of what sort of things I've been up to lately.
So I got a call from someone named Taylor* in Forks, Washington, asking the Ghostfacers to come investigate some weird occurences that had been going on in his town. I was the only one who thought it sounded legit, so I went. But I stayed a lot longer than I intended to because... Well, I met someone.
His name was Edward, and he was glorious. He had really pale skin, and he was ice cold to the touch, but he played the piano so beautifully. It was like he was a piano wizard, that's how good he was.
He asked me to go to his prom with him, and I did. It was kind of weird for me because I may or may not have been between eight to ten years older than him, but I couldn't say no to his eyes. He had this way of staring at me that just... Wow.
His family was wonderful, too. They accepted me as one of their own so quickly. Here I am with Edward and his brothers.
One day, I almost got hit by a car, and Edward stopped it with his hand. It was insane. That's when he told me he was a vampire, and everything just made sense. It was kind of weird, since you know... Apparently, I was there to investigate him. But he gave me an apple as a two-week anniversary gift, and I really love apples. Plus, I wasn't robbing the cradle anymore, soooo...
After that, Edward's mortal enemy James told me that he was in love with me, too. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I thought about the possibilities.
At first I was like
Then, I realized that James was kind of a psycopath (observe below) and was into things that I just wasn't (bloodplay is a good example)...
And so I was like
Anyway. It turned out that James was the one causing trouble in Forks, so we killed him (and by we, I mean Edward and his brothers. I have this scar on my wrist now from where James bit me, it was messed up), and I left after that. It just got too messy, and I haven't spoken or heard from Edward since. I'm back in town now, though, homeless and living out of my suitcases. I know I look happy, but I'd had about half a bottle of Jager at this point. I don't even know how I got this picture.
*Name has been changed for privacy.
So that's that, I guess.
Well, I don't quite know what else to say, I guess I'll just give you a run-down of what sort of things I've been up to lately.
So I got a call from someone named Taylor* in Forks, Washington, asking the Ghostfacers to come investigate some weird occurences that had been going on in his town. I was the only one who thought it sounded legit, so I went. But I stayed a lot longer than I intended to because... Well, I met someone.
His name was Edward, and he was glorious. He had really pale skin, and he was ice cold to the touch, but he played the piano so beautifully. It was like he was a piano wizard, that's how good he was.
He asked me to go to his prom with him, and I did. It was kind of weird for me because I may or may not have been between eight to ten years older than him, but I couldn't say no to his eyes. He had this way of staring at me that just... Wow.
His family was wonderful, too. They accepted me as one of their own so quickly. Here I am with Edward and his brothers.
One day, I almost got hit by a car, and Edward stopped it with his hand. It was insane. That's when he told me he was a vampire, and everything just made sense. It was kind of weird, since you know... Apparently, I was there to investigate him. But he gave me an apple as a two-week anniversary gift, and I really love apples. Plus, I wasn't robbing the cradle anymore, soooo...
After that, Edward's mortal enemy James told me that he was in love with me, too. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I thought about the possibilities.
At first I was like
Then, I realized that James was kind of a psycopath (observe below) and was into things that I just wasn't (bloodplay is a good example)...
And so I was like
Anyway. It turned out that James was the one causing trouble in Forks, so we killed him (and by we, I mean Edward and his brothers. I have this scar on my wrist now from where James bit me, it was messed up), and I left after that. It just got too messy, and I haven't spoken or heard from Edward since. I'm back in town now, though, homeless and living out of my suitcases. I know I look happy, but I'd had about half a bottle of Jager at this point. I don't even know how I got this picture.
*Name has been changed for privacy.
So that's that, I guess.