Okay, so I've never written a fan-fiction before. This is a brand new thing to me.
Anyways, I think I'm pretty good writer, but my English teachers usually beg to differ (English has never been my subject). I tend to write in a more factual way, position papers and essays are easier for me.
Now, on to the point!
So I was looking through other peoples and I was like "you know what? I think I'm going to take a stab at writing one." So I started one currently untitled. It takes place Six Years after Bella becomes a vampire, and is set in Blackwater, Britsh Columbia (Which is fictional. I made up my own town, yay! I was having a too difficult time trying to find cloudy locations.. and I moved the Cullens to Canada! Yay, again!)
And they're going to school again. Now, I based the school system off of what happens here in Alberta (I don't know the system in BC) Jr High is grade 7-9 and High School is 10-12.
OH and each chapter will be in the point of veiw of smeone different. Ch. 1 is Bella and Ch.2 (currently in progress) is in Edward's.
ENJOY! (and feel free to leave me comments on how I can improve)
One last thing, am I doing a good job of staying in character?
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Chapter One
Bella’s Point Of View
It’s been six years. Six years that I’ve been one of the Cullens, six years since I made my way through the painful three day conversion, six years since I started battling with my instincts for self control. Six years that I’ve been Edward’s equal.
The conversion was the most painful experience of my life, both mentally and physically, but did I ever expect anything else? From the moment Edward’s razor sharp teeth sank into my throat to the very end of the three days he never left my side. He held my hand through the pain, rubbing soothing circles. Each time I looked up at him I saw the sheer pain in his eyes, knowing that he had caused this, that it was his fault that I felt as though someone had injected acid into my veins. It caused me pain to look at him, knowing how he was feeling. I’m not sure if I objected to him staying or not. Of course, the mental aspect of my pain came from knowing how unhappy he was watching me, but I don’t know if I would have survived if he had left me when I needed him most. Edward had talked to Carlisle about morphine, and he proceeded to inject as much as he could without causing an overdose. The only relief the morphine gave me was when it would cause me to slip out consciousness, but that only happened for limited amounts of time, not enough to feel complete relief. But as the pain started to die, I started to feel changes. I could hear movements, sounds that had previously escaped my ears as a human, I could smell, there were so many distinct differences of scents I had never noticed before. And when I could concentrate on something other than the fading pain, I noticed the burning in my throat. The thirst.
After the change, Carlisle (and the rest of the Cullens) began searching for my ability. We had been doing trial-and-error tests for about a week, and we were about to give up and go with the assumption I had no ability, when I discovered I could cast thoughts and illusions. The thought casting works like an opposite to Edward’s ability, he can read thoughts and I can project mine. And, when I do project thoughts, the person’s mind is opened for me to hear. Illusion casting works exactly like it sounds; I can make illusions appear upon my command.
Throughout these six years, we were living in Southern Alaska. Carlisle worked in a hospital in Anchorage, we were settled about 50 miles outside the city. Edward eased me into a vegetarian lifestyle; he took me hunting often when I was new and then slowly less and less until I could handle about a week between trips. After about three years, he started taking me near people. At the three year mark I’d like to think I was doing very well, I learned to cope with the constant burning in my throat, and now it even seems oddly comforting. When Edward first took me into town it was unbelievably difficult to restrain (it was a good thing that Edward was stronger than me again), it felt as though someone had poured gasoline on the fire that was already burning in my throat. The next time I knew what to expect and it slowly got better from there. I noticed the differences in each person’s scent and became fairly sensitive to them.
Early this year, Carlisle decided I was ready for school, I wasn’t particularly enjoying the idea of going back to school again, I was actually dreading it, and we needed to move on. We’re now living in Blackwater, British Columbia. It was an excellent choice of location. It has an average of 357 overcasts per year, fairly long winters, zero familiar faces, puts a border between us and the wolves and is home to an abundance of wildlife including three types of bears and Mountain Lions.
It was now that I was packing my school bag, preparing myself for four years of repetition. Edward, Alice and I were entering grade nine and Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper were entering grade ten. And because this town is so small, the junior and senior high schools are mixed into one, Blackwater Jr/Sr High School, so even though technically Edward, Alice and I are in junior high, all six of us will still be in the same school.
I did one last look over at myself in the mirror, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. I, of course, was beautiful now. I was still getting used to my reflection every time I looked in the mirror. I rarely looked at my reflection in the last six years in the fear that I would see the bright, almost neon red irises staring back at me. The red had always given me an unsettled feeling, I had spent too much time seeing them in the faces of my enemies and I did not want to see them on mine.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs with all my newly adopted siblings except Rosalie. She was still getting ready.
“Rose!? Are you done yet!?” Emmett called impatiently at the foot of the stairs.
You would think that once granted unlimited time, one would gain a little patience, as time no longer holds value, but not Emmett. I mean, he had only been waiting a minute or two, and we had plenty of time, but Emmett was impatiently tapping his foot waiting for Rosalie.
“Don’t rush me, Emmett!” Rosalie hissed down the stairs, “It takes effort to look this fabulous!"
Emmett rolled his eyes and continued with the tapping. About five minutes later Rosalie appeared at the top of the stairs, looking as breathtaking as usual.
Sadly, we all had to walk to school; no one was pretending to be old enough to drive. We would have to wait a month or two until Emmett’s “birthday” when he would get his licence, and even then all six of us couldn’t fit in one car, some would have to walk until either Rosalie or Jasper became old enough. Lucky for us this town was so small the school was only a short walk, ten minutes max.
“Ready for school round two?” Edward asked me.
“Not really,” I answered, “it was boring the first time around, I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like the second.”
He smiled and took my hand as we started the walk. I had very slyly switched my wedding ring to my right hand. I planned on telling anyone who asked that I had inherited it, which technically was the truth. As soon we started seeing people (we live on the outside of town, in a pretty secluded area, much like the Cullen’s house in Forks) he let my hand go. I was not totally sure how this whole adopted-siblings-as-coupes thing was going to work out in the end, but the Cullens had done it before, and I knew it would somehow.
We arrived at the school about, like I predicted, ten minutes later. It was now that Alice, Edward and I had to split off from the others to go to the junior high part of the school. As we walked we met many awed and curious stares. It reminded me of my first day at Forks High, seeing the five beautiful people in the cafeteria.
All three of us approached the woman sitting behind a folding table handing out schedules. I saw her eyes widen in admiration. Edward was the one who spoke.
“Edward, Alice, Isabella Cullen.”
The woman seemed momentarily dazed. I could sympathize with her, I knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of those eyes. She assembled her scrambled thoughts and began flipping through a stack of papers.
“Okay, Alice, Edward and Isabella, here you go. Have a nice day,” she smiled and handed the sheets to Edward.
He thanked her and moved off into a less crowded location.
Edward and I were in class 9-1 and Alice was in 9-2. In this school you travelled around with one class and one class only. There wasn’t a different class per subject. However this does not apply to options. Alice and I were in art together and our classes were mixed for gym.
The warning bell rang and we parted to go to our first class, Social Studies for Edward and I and Science for Alice.
We took our seats in the back of the class, but as soon as the bell signalling the start of class sounded the teacher produced a seating plan. This plan placed Edward and I on opposite sides and put me in the middle of three boys. I could tell this class was not going to be enjoyable.
The teacher began talking about what we will be studying for the next nine months and I stopped listening. It wasn’t going to be anything new, and even if it was I could learn it in a matter of minutes with my fabulous new vampire mind.
So I just tuned it all out and waited for the bell, that would free me from this boredom to, ring.
Anyways, I think I'm pretty good writer, but my English teachers usually beg to differ (English has never been my subject). I tend to write in a more factual way, position papers and essays are easier for me.
Now, on to the point!
So I was looking through other peoples and I was like "you know what? I think I'm going to take a stab at writing one." So I started one currently untitled. It takes place Six Years after Bella becomes a vampire, and is set in Blackwater, Britsh Columbia (Which is fictional. I made up my own town, yay! I was having a too difficult time trying to find cloudy locations.. and I moved the Cullens to Canada! Yay, again!)
And they're going to school again. Now, I based the school system off of what happens here in Alberta (I don't know the system in BC) Jr High is grade 7-9 and High School is 10-12.
OH and each chapter will be in the point of veiw of smeone different. Ch. 1 is Bella and Ch.2 (currently in progress) is in Edward's.
ENJOY! (and feel free to leave me comments on how I can improve)
One last thing, am I doing a good job of staying in character?
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Chapter One
Bella’s Point Of View
It’s been six years. Six years that I’ve been one of the Cullens, six years since I made my way through the painful three day conversion, six years since I started battling with my instincts for self control. Six years that I’ve been Edward’s equal.
The conversion was the most painful experience of my life, both mentally and physically, but did I ever expect anything else? From the moment Edward’s razor sharp teeth sank into my throat to the very end of the three days he never left my side. He held my hand through the pain, rubbing soothing circles. Each time I looked up at him I saw the sheer pain in his eyes, knowing that he had caused this, that it was his fault that I felt as though someone had injected acid into my veins. It caused me pain to look at him, knowing how he was feeling. I’m not sure if I objected to him staying or not. Of course, the mental aspect of my pain came from knowing how unhappy he was watching me, but I don’t know if I would have survived if he had left me when I needed him most. Edward had talked to Carlisle about morphine, and he proceeded to inject as much as he could without causing an overdose. The only relief the morphine gave me was when it would cause me to slip out consciousness, but that only happened for limited amounts of time, not enough to feel complete relief. But as the pain started to die, I started to feel changes. I could hear movements, sounds that had previously escaped my ears as a human, I could smell, there were so many distinct differences of scents I had never noticed before. And when I could concentrate on something other than the fading pain, I noticed the burning in my throat. The thirst.
After the change, Carlisle (and the rest of the Cullens) began searching for my ability. We had been doing trial-and-error tests for about a week, and we were about to give up and go with the assumption I had no ability, when I discovered I could cast thoughts and illusions. The thought casting works like an opposite to Edward’s ability, he can read thoughts and I can project mine. And, when I do project thoughts, the person’s mind is opened for me to hear. Illusion casting works exactly like it sounds; I can make illusions appear upon my command.
Throughout these six years, we were living in Southern Alaska. Carlisle worked in a hospital in Anchorage, we were settled about 50 miles outside the city. Edward eased me into a vegetarian lifestyle; he took me hunting often when I was new and then slowly less and less until I could handle about a week between trips. After about three years, he started taking me near people. At the three year mark I’d like to think I was doing very well, I learned to cope with the constant burning in my throat, and now it even seems oddly comforting. When Edward first took me into town it was unbelievably difficult to restrain (it was a good thing that Edward was stronger than me again), it felt as though someone had poured gasoline on the fire that was already burning in my throat. The next time I knew what to expect and it slowly got better from there. I noticed the differences in each person’s scent and became fairly sensitive to them.
Early this year, Carlisle decided I was ready for school, I wasn’t particularly enjoying the idea of going back to school again, I was actually dreading it, and we needed to move on. We’re now living in Blackwater, British Columbia. It was an excellent choice of location. It has an average of 357 overcasts per year, fairly long winters, zero familiar faces, puts a border between us and the wolves and is home to an abundance of wildlife including three types of bears and Mountain Lions.
It was now that I was packing my school bag, preparing myself for four years of repetition. Edward, Alice and I were entering grade nine and Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper were entering grade ten. And because this town is so small, the junior and senior high schools are mixed into one, Blackwater Jr/Sr High School, so even though technically Edward, Alice and I are in junior high, all six of us will still be in the same school.
I did one last look over at myself in the mirror, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. I, of course, was beautiful now. I was still getting used to my reflection every time I looked in the mirror. I rarely looked at my reflection in the last six years in the fear that I would see the bright, almost neon red irises staring back at me. The red had always given me an unsettled feeling, I had spent too much time seeing them in the faces of my enemies and I did not want to see them on mine.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs with all my newly adopted siblings except Rosalie. She was still getting ready.
“Rose!? Are you done yet!?” Emmett called impatiently at the foot of the stairs.
You would think that once granted unlimited time, one would gain a little patience, as time no longer holds value, but not Emmett. I mean, he had only been waiting a minute or two, and we had plenty of time, but Emmett was impatiently tapping his foot waiting for Rosalie.
“Don’t rush me, Emmett!” Rosalie hissed down the stairs, “It takes effort to look this fabulous!"
Emmett rolled his eyes and continued with the tapping. About five minutes later Rosalie appeared at the top of the stairs, looking as breathtaking as usual.
Sadly, we all had to walk to school; no one was pretending to be old enough to drive. We would have to wait a month or two until Emmett’s “birthday” when he would get his licence, and even then all six of us couldn’t fit in one car, some would have to walk until either Rosalie or Jasper became old enough. Lucky for us this town was so small the school was only a short walk, ten minutes max.
“Ready for school round two?” Edward asked me.
“Not really,” I answered, “it was boring the first time around, I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like the second.”
He smiled and took my hand as we started the walk. I had very slyly switched my wedding ring to my right hand. I planned on telling anyone who asked that I had inherited it, which technically was the truth. As soon we started seeing people (we live on the outside of town, in a pretty secluded area, much like the Cullen’s house in Forks) he let my hand go. I was not totally sure how this whole adopted-siblings-as-coupes thing was going to work out in the end, but the Cullens had done it before, and I knew it would somehow.
We arrived at the school about, like I predicted, ten minutes later. It was now that Alice, Edward and I had to split off from the others to go to the junior high part of the school. As we walked we met many awed and curious stares. It reminded me of my first day at Forks High, seeing the five beautiful people in the cafeteria.
All three of us approached the woman sitting behind a folding table handing out schedules. I saw her eyes widen in admiration. Edward was the one who spoke.
“Edward, Alice, Isabella Cullen.”
The woman seemed momentarily dazed. I could sympathize with her, I knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of those eyes. She assembled her scrambled thoughts and began flipping through a stack of papers.
“Okay, Alice, Edward and Isabella, here you go. Have a nice day,” she smiled and handed the sheets to Edward.
He thanked her and moved off into a less crowded location.
Edward and I were in class 9-1 and Alice was in 9-2. In this school you travelled around with one class and one class only. There wasn’t a different class per subject. However this does not apply to options. Alice and I were in art together and our classes were mixed for gym.
The warning bell rang and we parted to go to our first class, Social Studies for Edward and I and Science for Alice.
We took our seats in the back of the class, but as soon as the bell signalling the start of class sounded the teacher produced a seating plan. This plan placed Edward and I on opposite sides and put me in the middle of three boys. I could tell this class was not going to be enjoyable.
The teacher began talking about what we will be studying for the next nine months and I stopped listening. It wasn’t going to be anything new, and even if it was I could learn it in a matter of minutes with my fabulous new vampire mind.
So I just tuned it all out and waited for the bell, that would free me from this boredom to, ring.
