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*Never thought I'd do this, lol so here it is*
Chapter 1: The Violin
part 1
It was the wensday of the first week of school. I hated the feel of the first week. Everyone asked how your summer was, and teachers were renlentless in trying to make us remember what we supposedly lost over the summer break. But there were some things I could look foreward to, and he was right out side waiting in his silver Volvo as usual.
"See ya Charlie," I called to him as I headed out the door. He gave a "see ya later kid," before I had reached the door.
When I met Edward's gaze he seemed anxious at first, but then beamed when I got in the car.
"Ready for your third day as a senior?" He asked.
"Sure," I answered half heartedly.
"Come on, this is last year in high school."
"As a human," I said with a grin.
He rolled his eyes and before I knew it we were on the road. He gave a heavy sigh, and I knew what that meant. He was going to bring up the value of my humanity again. How I dreaded it.
"It amazes me how quickly you want to throw all your human experiances away Bella. Don't you want to at least experiance college for just a year or two? To see what potential you could have?"
"No. The only experiance I want is becoming yours forever."
He sighed again but it ended up with a smile. "So irrational," he said with a laugh.
"So impossible," I countered.
We arrived at school and met up with Alice. As usual she was over perky this early in the morning.
"Hey Bella!" She said putting her arm around my shoulders, "what do you think of this blouse? I just got it, but I'm not sure if it's my color."
"It's nice," I answered. It was a light pink silky long sleeved blouse that form fitted her tiny waist. I truly did like it, but not for me. I'd look stupid in something like that.
"Ugh," she sighed, "nice? That's it?"
"I like it."
"Alice you look fine," Edward insisted.
"Just fine?" She said with a pert little grin.
"Fantastic," he said flatly.
"Alright I'm satisfied then. I won't give it to Rosalie then. So when are we going shopping for you Bella?"
"When I can run out of excuses," I said as we approched my locker.
"You're no fun," she pouted.
"Soon," I sighed and rolled my eyes.
Classes were pretty much the same. Edward was in all of mine, and that delighted me. Finally I could have a geniune excuse for day dreaming. If I'd get called out on it I could just blame it on the Greek god sitting next to me.
Lunch was interesting. Alice, Edward and I were at one end of the table, Angela, Ben and Mike in the middle, and Jessica and Lauren were at the other end. It seemed that the battle lines were drawn, and Angela was the peacemaker between us. I had nothing against Jessica, not even Lauren, but clearly Jessica didn't forgive me of my "dark phase" when Edward was gone.
Oh well, guess it's good to know who your real friends are.
As I sat next to Edward and across from Alice, I noticed something odd on Edward's face. He seemed anxious and even confused. Why? What was drawing his attention away from me?
I followed his gaze to a girl sitting across the room. Suddenly my heart dropped. Why was he so concerned about her? I couldn't see her face, but from where I sat she seemed beautiful. Tall, broad shouldered, long dusty brown hair, and the body of a pro athlete. Her skin was a smooth ivory and the way she walked to her isolated table proved that she wasn't human. She was a vampire.
Clearly Edward was concerned, but Alice wasn't. She didn't even notice her. What was going on? I had to ask.
"Who is she?" I asked Edward, touching his arm so that he'd pay attention to me.
"I don't know," he answered.
I looked back at her. She wore cut off shorts revealing her perfect shpaped legs, a pair of black Dock Martins, and a seriously worn out leather jacket with a white snake wrapping around a wooden stake. She seemed more intimidating then anyone I'd ever seen, not just because of her attire but because she was so beautiful. I had yet to see her face, but from what I did see I knew that Aphrodite or any other Greek, Norse or whatever god was no where near as beautiful as she.
"I can't read her mind," Edward finally whispered to me.
Alice must have heard because she was staring intently at Edward then her eyes follwed his to the vampire girl. Suddenly, the girl looked at all three of us. It took my breath away. She had a square-oval shaped face, a perfectly straight nose, the perfect shaped lips, and large almond shaped eyes. But what was really striking about her was that unlike the vampires I've seen she didn't have gold, red, or even black eyes, they were crystal blue. So blue I could see them staring at me from across the room.
Edward took hold of my arm, as if he was about to dash out of there with me. But he didn't move. All three of us just stared back at her. And when her head slowly moved so that she was facing us completly, a sly yet intriguing grin stretched across her perfect face.
All of a sudden the room went silent. I could see Angela and Jessica talking, but I couldn't hear them. I couldn't hear anyone's voice, not even my own as I called for Edward. It was as if me, Edward, Alice, and she were seperated from the world. Like we were ghosts just floating there with no reconition of our exsistance.
And then I heard it.
A violin played slowly. It was low and romantic sounding, with a little bit of an edge to it. Along with the sound came images. Flashing through my head were glimpses of what seemed to be a memory. It was unsteady at first, but then it became as if I was there.
I was in a small cottage of the sort, looking out through the front door. A child was playing in on the hill in front of the house, rolling around in the wheat. I, or she or whosever memory it was, walked out of the door and onto the wooden porch. There the child saw me. He ran toward me and jumped into my arms. He couldn't have been more than five years old. When I held him I was able to really get a good look of him. He had bright jade eyes, dimples and the most precious blond curls.
All the while the violin was playing, becoming more and more intense as I swung him around and around. The music kept it's romantic feeling as well as the edge.
Then the memory changed, and I was now sitting in a chair by the fireplace in the same cottage. I noticed that I was exsperiancing the first person's memories, I was someone else. It was night time and I could tell it was really late in the evening. There I saw her. She was there playing the violin, the same song I had been hearing. Next to her was the little boy, only a bit older, about seven. I noticed their clothes. It wasn't of the 20th or 21st century. She wore a dark blue cotton dress, I assumed a night gown, because it did not cover her shoulders. And the boy wore un fastened suspenders with a white unbuttoned shirt.
The music was softer when they both played this haunting yet intriguing song. It was like a lullaby, and yet it sounded epic. They both played it with great intensity and with a beautiful passion.
And then the vision changed again. I was in a bedroom, and like before I wasn't the same person. I saw her laying in the bed, with blood seeping from her chest, I began to cry. A man was holding her hand and weeping. I did the same. She took my small hand and kissed it. And all the while the same song played.
"I'll always love you my sweet," she told me.
I leaned in and she kissed my forehead, and I kissed her cheek. And in one fleeting moment we locked eyes,. I saw my green eyes through hers. Then the moment was gone. She was dead.
Chapter 1: The Violin
part 1
It was the wensday of the first week of school. I hated the feel of the first week. Everyone asked how your summer was, and teachers were renlentless in trying to make us remember what we supposedly lost over the summer break. But there were some things I could look foreward to, and he was right out side waiting in his silver Volvo as usual.
"See ya Charlie," I called to him as I headed out the door. He gave a "see ya later kid," before I had reached the door.
When I met Edward's gaze he seemed anxious at first, but then beamed when I got in the car.
"Ready for your third day as a senior?" He asked.
"Sure," I answered half heartedly.
"Come on, this is last year in high school."
"As a human," I said with a grin.
He rolled his eyes and before I knew it we were on the road. He gave a heavy sigh, and I knew what that meant. He was going to bring up the value of my humanity again. How I dreaded it.
"It amazes me how quickly you want to throw all your human experiances away Bella. Don't you want to at least experiance college for just a year or two? To see what potential you could have?"
"No. The only experiance I want is becoming yours forever."
He sighed again but it ended up with a smile. "So irrational," he said with a laugh.
"So impossible," I countered.
We arrived at school and met up with Alice. As usual she was over perky this early in the morning.
"Hey Bella!" She said putting her arm around my shoulders, "what do you think of this blouse? I just got it, but I'm not sure if it's my color."
"It's nice," I answered. It was a light pink silky long sleeved blouse that form fitted her tiny waist. I truly did like it, but not for me. I'd look stupid in something like that.
"Ugh," she sighed, "nice? That's it?"
"I like it."
"Alice you look fine," Edward insisted.
"Just fine?" She said with a pert little grin.
"Fantastic," he said flatly.
"Alright I'm satisfied then. I won't give it to Rosalie then. So when are we going shopping for you Bella?"
"When I can run out of excuses," I said as we approched my locker.
"You're no fun," she pouted.
"Soon," I sighed and rolled my eyes.
Classes were pretty much the same. Edward was in all of mine, and that delighted me. Finally I could have a geniune excuse for day dreaming. If I'd get called out on it I could just blame it on the Greek god sitting next to me.
Lunch was interesting. Alice, Edward and I were at one end of the table, Angela, Ben and Mike in the middle, and Jessica and Lauren were at the other end. It seemed that the battle lines were drawn, and Angela was the peacemaker between us. I had nothing against Jessica, not even Lauren, but clearly Jessica didn't forgive me of my "dark phase" when Edward was gone.
Oh well, guess it's good to know who your real friends are.
As I sat next to Edward and across from Alice, I noticed something odd on Edward's face. He seemed anxious and even confused. Why? What was drawing his attention away from me?
I followed his gaze to a girl sitting across the room. Suddenly my heart dropped. Why was he so concerned about her? I couldn't see her face, but from where I sat she seemed beautiful. Tall, broad shouldered, long dusty brown hair, and the body of a pro athlete. Her skin was a smooth ivory and the way she walked to her isolated table proved that she wasn't human. She was a vampire.
Clearly Edward was concerned, but Alice wasn't. She didn't even notice her. What was going on? I had to ask.
"Who is she?" I asked Edward, touching his arm so that he'd pay attention to me.
"I don't know," he answered.
I looked back at her. She wore cut off shorts revealing her perfect shpaped legs, a pair of black Dock Martins, and a seriously worn out leather jacket with a white snake wrapping around a wooden stake. She seemed more intimidating then anyone I'd ever seen, not just because of her attire but because she was so beautiful. I had yet to see her face, but from what I did see I knew that Aphrodite or any other Greek, Norse or whatever god was no where near as beautiful as she.
"I can't read her mind," Edward finally whispered to me.
Alice must have heard because she was staring intently at Edward then her eyes follwed his to the vampire girl. Suddenly, the girl looked at all three of us. It took my breath away. She had a square-oval shaped face, a perfectly straight nose, the perfect shaped lips, and large almond shaped eyes. But what was really striking about her was that unlike the vampires I've seen she didn't have gold, red, or even black eyes, they were crystal blue. So blue I could see them staring at me from across the room.
Edward took hold of my arm, as if he was about to dash out of there with me. But he didn't move. All three of us just stared back at her. And when her head slowly moved so that she was facing us completly, a sly yet intriguing grin stretched across her perfect face.
All of a sudden the room went silent. I could see Angela and Jessica talking, but I couldn't hear them. I couldn't hear anyone's voice, not even my own as I called for Edward. It was as if me, Edward, Alice, and she were seperated from the world. Like we were ghosts just floating there with no reconition of our exsistance.
And then I heard it.
A violin played slowly. It was low and romantic sounding, with a little bit of an edge to it. Along with the sound came images. Flashing through my head were glimpses of what seemed to be a memory. It was unsteady at first, but then it became as if I was there.
I was in a small cottage of the sort, looking out through the front door. A child was playing in on the hill in front of the house, rolling around in the wheat. I, or she or whosever memory it was, walked out of the door and onto the wooden porch. There the child saw me. He ran toward me and jumped into my arms. He couldn't have been more than five years old. When I held him I was able to really get a good look of him. He had bright jade eyes, dimples and the most precious blond curls.
All the while the violin was playing, becoming more and more intense as I swung him around and around. The music kept it's romantic feeling as well as the edge.
Then the memory changed, and I was now sitting in a chair by the fireplace in the same cottage. I noticed that I was exsperiancing the first person's memories, I was someone else. It was night time and I could tell it was really late in the evening. There I saw her. She was there playing the violin, the same song I had been hearing. Next to her was the little boy, only a bit older, about seven. I noticed their clothes. It wasn't of the 20th or 21st century. She wore a dark blue cotton dress, I assumed a night gown, because it did not cover her shoulders. And the boy wore un fastened suspenders with a white unbuttoned shirt.
The music was softer when they both played this haunting yet intriguing song. It was like a lullaby, and yet it sounded epic. They both played it with great intensity and with a beautiful passion.
And then the vision changed again. I was in a bedroom, and like before I wasn't the same person. I saw her laying in the bed, with blood seeping from her chest, I began to cry. A man was holding her hand and weeping. I did the same. She took my small hand and kissed it. And all the while the same song played.
"I'll always love you my sweet," she told me.
I leaned in and she kissed my forehead, and I kissed her cheek. And in one fleeting moment we locked eyes,. I saw my green eyes through hers. Then the moment was gone. She was dead.
