My parents knew how to keep a girl awake, anyway. My MP3 Player was on full volume, the duvet over my head and the door firmly shut. But the cottages walls were paper-thin; I could hear the thrashing and moans of contentment in the next room.
I sighed. It was so frustrating to be the only one who needed sleep. Nine Cullens. Almost all connected by venom. Not I. No. I didn't have venom. I was, to my utter disdain, half human. I was able to run only half as fast as the others. Half as strong. Half as powerful. Half the vampire.
It's not like I didn't try. I shunned all aspects of my mortal side. Wearing golden contacts, only consuming blood, depriving myself of sleep. The one thing I couldn't do though, was hate the werewolves scent.
It wasn't like it didn't disgust me. The smell of wet, dirty dogs. The kind of dog that hadn't washed in a month. And then jumped in a litter-filled, rat-infested, sewer-leaking-into river. It filled my nostrils with almost every breath I took, as the wolves presence in the main house was near constant. At least the cottage air was pure, though the smell clung to my designer clothing.
But how could I detest the smell of the species which the love of my existence belonged to? When the smell came off him, it wasn't horrible. It was very attractive. It shouldn't have surprised me, the first time I thought of it, around my third birthday, which was when I entered my teen years. In appearance, anyway. Everything about him was attractive.
His skin. His beautiful, perfect, flawless russet skin. It was warm to me, an accomplishment. I ran a temperature of a hundred and ten or so degrees. He was only three, maybe four degrees off. And it was so soft...
His eyes. His protective, kind, caring, adoring eyes. Black but beautiful. Look into them and you could see his soul.
His soul. He must have the most caring, loving, decent soul that ever graced it's presence on this planet. The soul that I would pledge my life to. The soul, that one day, I will be the wife of. I wait for that day with impatience. The day I will marry him.
My soulmate. My imprinter. My Jacob.
My train of thought was interrupted by a loud cracking sound. There went the bed frame. My parents did not notice much else when they were, ahem, otherwise occupied. I checked my Gucci watch. Three thirty four. I kicked my duvet down. I'd had enough. I would go to the main house, find someone to hunt with, then try to get some sleep in one of the countless bedrooms up there.
That's chapter one. If you read it, please comment! I don't want praise just want to know that people have read it and if I should bother to post more!
I sighed. It was so frustrating to be the only one who needed sleep. Nine Cullens. Almost all connected by venom. Not I. No. I didn't have venom. I was, to my utter disdain, half human. I was able to run only half as fast as the others. Half as strong. Half as powerful. Half the vampire.
It's not like I didn't try. I shunned all aspects of my mortal side. Wearing golden contacts, only consuming blood, depriving myself of sleep. The one thing I couldn't do though, was hate the werewolves scent.
It wasn't like it didn't disgust me. The smell of wet, dirty dogs. The kind of dog that hadn't washed in a month. And then jumped in a litter-filled, rat-infested, sewer-leaking-into river. It filled my nostrils with almost every breath I took, as the wolves presence in the main house was near constant. At least the cottage air was pure, though the smell clung to my designer clothing.
But how could I detest the smell of the species which the love of my existence belonged to? When the smell came off him, it wasn't horrible. It was very attractive. It shouldn't have surprised me, the first time I thought of it, around my third birthday, which was when I entered my teen years. In appearance, anyway. Everything about him was attractive.
His skin. His beautiful, perfect, flawless russet skin. It was warm to me, an accomplishment. I ran a temperature of a hundred and ten or so degrees. He was only three, maybe four degrees off. And it was so soft...
His eyes. His protective, kind, caring, adoring eyes. Black but beautiful. Look into them and you could see his soul.
His soul. He must have the most caring, loving, decent soul that ever graced it's presence on this planet. The soul that I would pledge my life to. The soul, that one day, I will be the wife of. I wait for that day with impatience. The day I will marry him.
My soulmate. My imprinter. My Jacob.
My train of thought was interrupted by a loud cracking sound. There went the bed frame. My parents did not notice much else when they were, ahem, otherwise occupied. I checked my Gucci watch. Three thirty four. I kicked my duvet down. I'd had enough. I would go to the main house, find someone to hunt with, then try to get some sleep in one of the countless bedrooms up there.
That's chapter one. If you read it, please comment! I don't want praise just want to know that people have read it and if I should bother to post more!
