Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Twilight Fanfic, Page 1

I'm thinking of calling this story Rising Star, since it comes after Breaking Dawn. Any suggestions are welcomed. Well, here is the first page, work in progress!

“We strike tonight.” Carlisle's voice was firm, and I knew he was right. He turned to me.
“Edward, is Bella ready?”
“Of course.” This was the plan. We had needed Isabella all along. She was the one that would complete the plan. The plan to invade Volterra. Carlisle had been planning this for decades. We just needed the one final piece.
Alice would know if they were expecting us. Jasper had the fighting experience, should we need it. Emmett had strength. Rosalie had not proved useful, but Carlisle had kept her around anyway. He knew she was somehow important. He was right. She had brought Emmett. Emmett wouldn't stand by us without Rosalie, so she had to stay. My power was of great use to him. That's why he didn't save my mother. She wasn't “useful” enough. That's all I was. A tool. He didn't save me for my mother's sake. He just needed the power he hoped I would have.
Bella had the one power that completed the force: her shield. He shield would be what would win the battle for us. Having Renesmee be born was just a test. Not a test to see if it was possible, oh no. Carlisle had known that it was. We just needed something to lure the Volturi to use. So that we could test Isabella's shield. She needed motivation to make it stronger. Renesemee was her drive, what helped make her so powerful.
Tonight was the night. Renesmee would stay with Jacob. I hated that mutt. That dog. But it was the only way. Bella needed to know that Renesmee would be safe. While she agreed to the plan, she insisted Renesmee stay behind, so she would be safe. Carlisle agreed. After all, Renesmee would probably just get in the way anyway.
So it was time. Time to destroy the Volturi, once and for all. Carlisle would become the new ruler of the Vampire world. It had been his intent all along. All those years he'd spent in Volterra, just biding his time. Finding the weaknesses. Plotting against his 'friends' all along. Right under their noses. Aro's power couldn't even detect what Carlisle was planning. Carlisle was too powerful. Everything was perfect.

Characters belong to Stephanie Meyer

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Mellon Prologue

The tiger sat motionlessly on a rock, watching as the world passed her by. This tiger was nameless.. She was nameless except for the names that she had earned. Names like tyrant. She was marked by the Elves as a cold, unfeeling beast. She was feared by all who lived.
Even the other tigers avoided her. She was alone, and she was friendless. She was known as a killer. Just a common, cold-blooded killer.
One thing that made her reputation among the Elves seem even more legendary was her color. She had pure white fur and orange stripes, unusual for a tiger. None of the Elvin warriors who had gone to challenge this mythical tiger had ever returned alive.
All of the Elves knew that the tiger existed. They had seen her prowling around many times near where they lived. They trembled in fear when the saw her. She was the queen of the forest, and no one had ever been able to take her throne.