trust me, if u read the rest of the book, its NOTHING like twilight
well... i just finished writing my 1st book and i think its pretty good... heres the prologue of it...
Natalie : Prologue
Courtyard
The gravel crunched beneath my bare feet. I sang a tune of I’m Seventeen Come Sunday happily in the night as I skipped towards my humble castle. My hand fell loosely to the hard stoned wall. It was so rough that I felt as if my skin would break under it. I shrugged my shoulders gently and continued skipping along the graveled road.
“How old are you, my pretty fair maid? How old are you, my honey? She answered me right cheerfully, I'm seventeen come Sunday.†I sang loudly, happy that my seventeenth birthday was this Sunday. I skipped towards the left tower.
A snarl rippled through the chilly autumn air. A maple colored leaf floated down to my side. I remained motionless. In the Nikko Blue Hydrangea Bush, I heard a swift, crunching sound, as if someone was crouching low to the ground. My liquid topaz eyes were wide with fear.
“Natalie…please…come closer…†A man’s voice whispered in the night; I had to obey, the voice was so musical. The voice would never hurt me…the voice was my friend, a friend that would always be there for me, through thick and thin.
I walked calmly to the Nikko Bush and sat the edge.
“Hello. I am Natalie. Are you the voice that I am hearing?†I asked into the night, trying hard to hear the magical voice.
“Yes Natalie, I am. Please…come closer, I won’t hurt you.†The voice said. I obeyed as I scooted closer and closer to the Nikko bush; my dress becoming filthy. What would Auntie Mary think if she were to see my new cream dress covered in mud?
Something lunged at me, throwing me to the ground. I screamed. Fire was burning through my veins and wrist. I looked over quickly to see a male teenager biting hard on it. His dark brown hair was covered in twigs, and his eyes were a shocking pale blue.
“Don’t. Not me.†I whispered quietly at the male. His eyes shot up to me like firecrackers. He stared at me softly.
“We-where is a knife?†He asked quietly, looking at my bleeding wrist. The fire continued pulsing through my veins into my heart. Within minutes, I would be dead.
“Vampire! Aller le meurtre vous!†I snapped angrily in French to the beast. It translated to “Vampire! Go murder yourself.†The teenager growled at me.
“Listen here, little Miss Natalie. You tell me where the knife is and you may just live.†He stared at me for a long time, his stunning eyes piercing me.
I pointed. “Sous ce rocher. Le grand-père le garde lÃ*. ..in reconnaît n'importe quel de votre gentil décide de se montrer.†That translated into, “Under that rock. Grandfather keeps it there...in case any of your kind decide to show up.â€
He dashed to the boulder.
“Bon soulever de chance cela. Il pèse presque les livres de quatre-hunderd.â€, which meant, “Good luck lifting that. It weighs nearly four-hundred pounds.†Surprisingly, he lifted it anyway. The dagger rose to his wrist. After several attempts, the skin was broken.
“Drink my blood…now! You only have twenty seconds.†He seemed about to cry. I looked at his wrist. Blood flowed down his pale, skinny elbow. I grimaced. I drank the rancid blood. However, it was not rancid… it was good. The taste felt fresh in my mouth. It made me feel like I was one of Them.
Natalie : Prologue
The Morning Before:
“Coming Auntie!†I shouted as I ran down the stone steps, my bare feet tapping on each one. I accidentally bumped into the house cleaner on my way down.
“Sorry Meredith…can I help you clean up? It was my fault anyway…†I tried to convince her; she only glared while picking up the cleaning tools. I frowned while shrugging and immediately bolted down the steps.
“Miss Natalie! You must wear your new ballet shoes to the ball! Your uncle demands it!†Meredith shouted from behind me, yet I was already thinking of Sir Derik, my companion, soon to be husband on my seventeenth birthday, which was this Sunday. I was so excited.
I looked down at my ankle before confronting my Auntie Mary. I saw the scar from the wolf I was attacked by this morning. The scar was red and tender, but luckily not bleeding. I sucked in all the air I could and walked around the corner.
“Yes Auntie? I believe you called?†I asked while swaying on my tiptoes back and forth, very unladylike. My aunt’s mouth flew open, reveling white bleached teeth.
“Natalie! How dare you behave that way! Now go and put on your new ballet shoes! My husband and I spent good money on them!†Auntie Mary shrieked, looking away form me with her hand-fan covering her face from myself.
How melodramatic, I thought as I walked back up the stone stairs. I looked behind me to make sure no one was watching. The field was clear of horses, as Uncle would say. I slowly crept down the stones without making a sound and snuck out of the huge oak door.
The autumn air was warm, and the golden sun was up high in the clear blue air. I looked around
well... i just finished writing my 1st book and i think its pretty good... heres the prologue of it...
Natalie : Prologue
Courtyard
The gravel crunched beneath my bare feet. I sang a tune of I’m Seventeen Come Sunday happily in the night as I skipped towards my humble castle. My hand fell loosely to the hard stoned wall. It was so rough that I felt as if my skin would break under it. I shrugged my shoulders gently and continued skipping along the graveled road.
“How old are you, my pretty fair maid? How old are you, my honey? She answered me right cheerfully, I'm seventeen come Sunday.†I sang loudly, happy that my seventeenth birthday was this Sunday. I skipped towards the left tower.
A snarl rippled through the chilly autumn air. A maple colored leaf floated down to my side. I remained motionless. In the Nikko Blue Hydrangea Bush, I heard a swift, crunching sound, as if someone was crouching low to the ground. My liquid topaz eyes were wide with fear.
“Natalie…please…come closer…†A man’s voice whispered in the night; I had to obey, the voice was so musical. The voice would never hurt me…the voice was my friend, a friend that would always be there for me, through thick and thin.
I walked calmly to the Nikko Bush and sat the edge.
“Hello. I am Natalie. Are you the voice that I am hearing?†I asked into the night, trying hard to hear the magical voice.
“Yes Natalie, I am. Please…come closer, I won’t hurt you.†The voice said. I obeyed as I scooted closer and closer to the Nikko bush; my dress becoming filthy. What would Auntie Mary think if she were to see my new cream dress covered in mud?
Something lunged at me, throwing me to the ground. I screamed. Fire was burning through my veins and wrist. I looked over quickly to see a male teenager biting hard on it. His dark brown hair was covered in twigs, and his eyes were a shocking pale blue.
“Don’t. Not me.†I whispered quietly at the male. His eyes shot up to me like firecrackers. He stared at me softly.
“We-where is a knife?†He asked quietly, looking at my bleeding wrist. The fire continued pulsing through my veins into my heart. Within minutes, I would be dead.
“Vampire! Aller le meurtre vous!†I snapped angrily in French to the beast. It translated to “Vampire! Go murder yourself.†The teenager growled at me.
“Listen here, little Miss Natalie. You tell me where the knife is and you may just live.†He stared at me for a long time, his stunning eyes piercing me.
I pointed. “Sous ce rocher. Le grand-père le garde lÃ*. ..in reconnaît n'importe quel de votre gentil décide de se montrer.†That translated into, “Under that rock. Grandfather keeps it there...in case any of your kind decide to show up.â€
He dashed to the boulder.
“Bon soulever de chance cela. Il pèse presque les livres de quatre-hunderd.â€, which meant, “Good luck lifting that. It weighs nearly four-hundred pounds.†Surprisingly, he lifted it anyway. The dagger rose to his wrist. After several attempts, the skin was broken.
“Drink my blood…now! You only have twenty seconds.†He seemed about to cry. I looked at his wrist. Blood flowed down his pale, skinny elbow. I grimaced. I drank the rancid blood. However, it was not rancid… it was good. The taste felt fresh in my mouth. It made me feel like I was one of Them.
Natalie : Prologue
The Morning Before:
“Coming Auntie!†I shouted as I ran down the stone steps, my bare feet tapping on each one. I accidentally bumped into the house cleaner on my way down.
“Sorry Meredith…can I help you clean up? It was my fault anyway…†I tried to convince her; she only glared while picking up the cleaning tools. I frowned while shrugging and immediately bolted down the steps.
“Miss Natalie! You must wear your new ballet shoes to the ball! Your uncle demands it!†Meredith shouted from behind me, yet I was already thinking of Sir Derik, my companion, soon to be husband on my seventeenth birthday, which was this Sunday. I was so excited.
I looked down at my ankle before confronting my Auntie Mary. I saw the scar from the wolf I was attacked by this morning. The scar was red and tender, but luckily not bleeding. I sucked in all the air I could and walked around the corner.
“Yes Auntie? I believe you called?†I asked while swaying on my tiptoes back and forth, very unladylike. My aunt’s mouth flew open, reveling white bleached teeth.
“Natalie! How dare you behave that way! Now go and put on your new ballet shoes! My husband and I spent good money on them!†Auntie Mary shrieked, looking away form me with her hand-fan covering her face from myself.
How melodramatic, I thought as I walked back up the stone stairs. I looked behind me to make sure no one was watching. The field was clear of horses, as Uncle would say. I slowly crept down the stones without making a sound and snuck out of the huge oak door.
The autumn air was warm, and the golden sun was up high in the clear blue air. I looked around