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27 December 2011 @ 06:43 am
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Working title: Black Comet
Author: mermaidpotato (my ff.net account)
Fandom: Twilight
Genre: Romance, AU
Warnings: Well, it's Twilight. So the usual vampires, a bit of violence and blood... the fact that it's Twlight fanfic to begin with...
Pairings: Edward/Bella, other canon pairings
General plotline/storyline: It's pretty much a classic role-reversal story. Edward is the human being raised by his single mother, Bella is one of the Cullens who are just moving into Forks. Bella is rather fond of his blood, hilarity (more like angst) ensues. My favorite part of it was honestly the relationships that all of the characters had: Edward was good friends with Ben, Lauren was still a complete bitch, the Cullen dynamic was only a little bit different... All in all, the plot part of the plot sorta ran out of steam. I was trying to figure out what I could do to bring Victoria or a similar villain into the mix when I stopped.
Author's notes: To sum up the rant that you will find where this is housed on my ff.net, I started to write this in middle school, but I've since kinda moved on from Twilight. As in I really don't want much to do with it any more. But this story was kinda the only definitive work I can pin down as my transition from an amateur to a real writer. I doubt I'll have much more luck here, but I've been trying to find it a home for a while now. Maybe there's someone out there who will finish it up for me. As far as the story structure goes, the only important thing I can think of is that the chapters more or less alternated between Bella and Edward's POVs. If you want to rewrite what's already been written, or completely disregard what I've done and run with the concept, that's also okay. I know the writing is a few miles shy of fantastic.

Also, if anyone attempts to troll me for being a Twilight fan, I will laugh in your face. (Mostly because, quite simply, that was middle school, but also because you're just being an idiot.)


I sighed. Yet another night in a never-ending day called eternity; the first and last day of forever. When there was no sleep and no visible end, keeping track of time seemed pointless.

True, I was better off then when I was human and weak; now I was strong, beautiful, graceful, eternally seventeen… and alone. Dreadfully, painfully alone.

Sure, I hadn't minded as a human, but then, life had seemed so long. Like I had all the time in the world and four billion boys to choose from; one of them had to be mine.

And I was dead wrong.

I hadn't had any time at all, and no boy had ever taken interest in me while I had had a chance to love any of them back. Now they all did and it didn't matter a lick; now that I really did have all the time in the world, I was going to be alone for all of it. Such was my curse.

As Emmett had once put it, "Hell isn't so bad as long as you have an angel with you." I had no angel, and it was unbearable, grueling torture. Yet I would not undo it if I could. I had many accomplishments in my existence, and, though I was miserable, the world was better off because of it. The world gained from my suffering… what a masochistic view.

I sighed yet again and turned from the window to face the mirror. I was used to what I saw-pale skin, an over-the-top dress with a neckline that was just a little too low (picked out by Alice, of course), my long, wavy brown hair that never changed or grew even a millimeter, my full red lips; slightly disproportionate but still beautiful, the soft planes of my face-all of it was so unimpressive now, kept unchanged for a century by the power of eternity.

I sighed for the third time as I stared into my onyx eyes. I needed to hunt.

I swiveled once again in my chair and yelled unnecessarily-she could hear me even if I were to whisper, and was no doubt on her way from the moment I took my breath, if not before.

"Alice!" Before I was even done saying her short name, my short, pixie-like sister was in front of me, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Sure, Bella! Sounds like fun! Where to?"

I sighed deeply once again; Alice was so energetic, and that, coupled with her visions, never ceased to annoy me. Sure, I loved her to death, but sometimes I wished that that phrase was a little more literal…

Again, I sighed-I was doing too much of that-and began to consider her question. I got tired of grizzly-hunting with Emmett. You kind of get sick of it after a while.

"I don't really care," I finally replied, "But I'm not really in the mood for grizzly." I almost gagged at the thought of it.

She smiled wickedly, and I gulped. What had I gotten myself into?

"How's a little trip to Africa sound?"

I was surprised; it actually sounded like fun, unlike Alice and Rose's usual plans for shopping sprees and over-the-top parties. Honestly, though. It was pretty much perfect; Panthers for me, a chance to make a big event out of it for Alice, and it was supposed to be sunny the next few days anyways (And "supposed to" means that there was no doubt; Alice's visions of weather, for one, were always perfect), so there was no real point in staying close or coming back soon, anyways.

"Actually, it sounds like fun." I replied, surprise evident in my voice.

"Great!" She exclaimed, not letting my pessimism bog her down. She went on and on about the details, which I listened to partially as I let my mind wander. I caught every word; there was no need to pay an excessive amount of attention.

After a while of her babbling on about the details and obsessing over every little thing and every friend she had in or around Africa, who we would no doubt be going to visit, she stopped suddenly. She looked hesitant, switching her weight from one foot to the other nervously and awkwardly.

I had a pretty good idea of what she was going to ask.

"What?"

She hesitated a moment, then shoved the words out in a slurry. Her high-pitched, bell-like voice was strained. "Is it okay if Jasper comes along?"

I sighed; I had figured so much. Everyone knew that I didn't like being alone, but I didn't blame them. How could I blame them for something so out of their control? They were my family; it wasn't right to give them double-standards.

"Yeah, Alice; it's fine. Just as long as you two don't go all Emmett-and-Rose on me."

I rolled my eyes, she laughed. Now what Emmett and Rose did got me ticked. It wasn't that they were in love-I was fine with that. It was how they flaunted it; how they were so physical about it in front of everyone. Sometimes, I felt like they were rubbing it in my face, thought I knew that Rosalie, at least, was above that. Emmett, on the other hand, might be trying to get on my nerves, but it was hard to say.

"Don't worry; we're not like that and you know it." Her voice cut through my thoughts, and I sighed. Of course I knew; I lived with them.

Suddenly, another thought popped into my head, but before I could open my mouth, Alice cut me off. "Yes, Bella. Of course I'm packing bags. There's no way we're going all the way to Africa just to hunt! We're turning this into a trip!" She giggled and kissed me on the cheek, then was gone before I could protest.

I sighed for the millionth time and turned to grab my duffel bag off of it's hook on the wall. I'd better pack some decent clothes unless I wanted to be hunting in a cocktail dress. Hopefully, Alice hadn't thrown all my decent clothes away.

It was amazing how quickly a simple hunting trip could spiral so completely out of control. But such was life with Alice.

As I shoved most of the contents of my own personal closet-jeans, cargo pants, t-shirts, button-downs, and a couple turtlenecks and sweaters-into my duffle bag, one thought swirled around in my head, haunting me.

Why hadn't I just asked Esme?

The rest can be found here.
 
 
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