omdat mensen uit het twilight topic het graag wouden lezen.
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Proloog:
I could never describe this feeling as something common, it was just so much more than that.
It was nowhere near an adrenaline rush, miles away from tripping on a heroine shot and It Almost felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket created by a bonfire.
No, it felt like I was put on a stake, burning for everything that i had done wrong, for all of my mistakes. It was like fire going through my body, shutting down every vein of my body, absorbing my blood.
I felt like screaming but no scream would come past my lips, not even a little whimper.
Everyone i would miss, i would see dying of old age, everyone i would love was fading after all of this was over and done.
I am melissa and this is my story.
Chapter one:
When I woke up, nobody was there, all I could see was the mirror they placed in front of the bed I was laying on.
I was scared of the way my body seemed to be moving, so perfect.
I was shocked about the fact that my body was able to move.
All that I could remember was the fact that I got hit by a car, that I was laying on the road completely broken.
I wasn’t able to move myself to keep from being run over more, I couldn’t even crawl for safety.
I was left to die there on that road, and then there it was, his perfect pale face with these golden eyes.
I looked at the mirror and felt as if I was frozen to the ground, this wasn’t me. The woman staring back from the mirror couldn’t be me, this woman had pale skin and blood red eyes.
The long, blond curls and the clothes covered in blood, that was the only part that was left of me that I recognised.
“No, no this is not possible, I am..,” I cut myself of mid sentence when I heard my voice.
It was like music to my ears, but it wasn’t my voice, not even close.
I picked up the mirror and threw it against the wall, overwhelmed with my own sudden strength.
I searched the house, no one was there. When I walked into the living room I was stunned by the beauty of the room. The way the glass walls made it look so open, I just couldn’t believe it, I was dead after all.
I walked out the back door, within just a few minutes I was surrounded by the forest.
The new smell that came into my nose made my mouth water, it made my throat feel as if it was burning. I followed it, the scent made me go into the woods further and there it was, an open space with a beautiful little girl sitting in the middle of it.
She made me come closer, I was careful not to make a sound.
Before the little girl even knew it, she was dead, I was at her throat sucking out all of her blood.
It made me feel good, it made me feel stronger.
That feeling only lasted until I heard his voice, I dropped the girl and turned around.
“What do you think your doing ? ”
Credit To Vikki @ Bokt Voor De Spellings controle Enz Dankje
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