Post by xxvampirexx on Aug 2, 2007 1:57:53 GMT -5
Right so. With the 3rd book of Edward Cullen-y goodness coming out next Tuesday, ECLIPSE WHOOOOOOOOOO!, i decided i would write the next thing that came to me. Which was this. Then i decided i needed to come back here. So here to anyone who has read Twilight. Just pretend Jasper is asleep somewhere. If Vampires could sleep that is...
If you havent, it's not that hard to follow as all the characters are described to an extent. Read on =]
Chapter 1:
My breath fogged up the window I stared out of longingly, as if my incessant thought of SUN, SUN, SUN, SUN, would bring the star back into my sight. But I knew that it was long gone now, I’d probably never see it again, and my days were doomed to be rainy for the rest of my life. Then again I could be going a little overboard. I mean the sun would have to come out someday….right? Or at least, that was what I had to keep telling myself.
I pulled my gaze from the window and instead looked to the person next to me, though the person brought me no comfort, mostly based on the fact that I had no idea who this random stranger was. All I knew about her was that she was on her way to Seattle (like me), she looked as if she were around my age, and that she was strikingly beautiful.
Her eyes were closed as I looked at her, but she didn’t look like she was sleeping because there was this subtle hint of concentration on her face, as if she were contemplating something behind her closed lids. I found that I was unable to keep my eyes from her face, until I realized that I had been staring so long that my eyes were beginning to water. I closed them, we had a long flight ahead of us, and I didn’t want to be staring only to have her wake up, catch me, and the rest of the plane ride become increasingly uncomfortable.
Besides, what did a guy like me have that would interest this beautiful girl?
Not that I was ugly or anything. I mean, I’m a decent looking guy, but I probably pale in comparison to the guy sitting across the isle. With his bronze hair and perfectly sculpted face. Sculpture boy and the girl sitting next to me had held a conversation as we had waited for the plane to start the takeoff, and if the boy hadn’t put his arm around the girl sitting next to him I would have thought him and my neighbor were together. They just looked…perfect enough to go together, like two flawless marble bookends or something.
After some deliberation I figured that they must be related and began noticing their similar features. First and foremost they both looked like come-alive statues of the Greek gods. Second they both had these dark circles under their eyes, like they hadn’t slept for a week. And third was their eye color. They had these golden eyes, like butterscotch, honey, or liquid topaz.
The girl sitting on the other side of sculpture boy was nestled into his chest now, she took a deep breath, like she was breathing him in, and closed her eyes. She was pretty too, in her own way, but she didn’t have the perfect features that belonged to the other two. Hers were softer, less marble like. They reminded me more of a painting then a sculpture. Her boyfriend had been talking to her the whole time, but as she closed her eyes he stopped, kissed her forehead and then smiled a little. The small act of affection was filled with a lot of love, and I turned my attention back to my neighbor. It’s not that I couldn’t handle all the love that was oozing from them or something, as an artist I’m very attuned to people’s feelings, it was more that I felt they needed some privacy.
I kept wishing that my neighbor’s eyes would open, and we would strike up a conversation. Then I noticed the changes her face was going through. She no longer looked just as if she were concentrating. Her eyes were shut tight, fists clenched, and if I hadn’t known better I would have thought she wasn’t breathing. I opened my mouth to ask her if she was alright when she opened her eyes. They were full of hatred as they met mine, as if we were enemies rather than complete strangers. So filled with contempt I could almost taste it.
She let out a breath, a hiss, and it seemed a strange sound coming from her perfect lips.
“Edward,” She said quickly and sculpture boy turned his head quickly, the rest of his body remaining still. Emotions played across the boys eyes, though none showed in his face. He nodded, subtly, imperceptibly, and so quickly I almost missed it. Then he woke the girl sleeping against his chest and the three of them disappeared from sight towards the back of the plane.
I began to wonder instantly what I had done to make her hate me so much. Then I realized that I hadn’t said one word to her. Maybe she had known I was staring at her the entire time. But what reason was that for her to hate me? I mean she had to know how beautiful she was, guys had to stare at her all the time. Rational and erratic thoughts bounced through my head.
I knew that there was one thing that would calm me down without fail and I pulled my sketch pad and pens out of my carry on bag. What started out as jagged lines turned into the spikes of the girl’s inky black halo of hair, pointing in every direction. At first I couldn’t seem to get her face quite right, the lines not thin enough in some places, or thick enough in others. I went through at least four pages until I came up with one that I liked, one that bore some resemblance to the girl it depicted. Then I went for one more, and this one came out just like I wanted it. Then I added color, not much for her face was very pale, and her hair very black. I contemplated if maybe there was something symbolic about the angel girl with the devil spikes, but decided it was best not to go there. Not like I believed in that kind of stuff anyway. The last piece that it took care of was the eyes. I had drawn them in, but had not detailed them. I didn’t want to draw that look of hatred, but I also didn’t want to give them a look that was too kind, for I had no idea what my angel’s personality was like. I settled for making them look complacent, which was more what Edward’s companion’s eyes had looked like, then I colored them in gold and brown, to get that butterscotch color.
Finally satisfied, and finally calm, I signed my name at the bottom in black, placing the date underneath that. I almost wrote something across the top, but there were no real words to go there because I had no idea what my angel’s name was, or where she came from, so I rolled it up instead. There was a shuffle from beside me, sending my heart into frenzied palpitations, thinking that I could not bear another look of hatred, and yet I looked up all the same.
I was both disappointed and relieved that it was not topaz eyes I looked into. Instead these were soft and brown. They belonged to Edward’s companion.
“That’s a very good rendering of Alice.” she complimented the artwork in my lap, having seen it before I rolled it up I suppose. So that was the name of my devil spiked angel. Alice. It seemed to fit somehow. I suddenly recalled that the name Alice meant “noble” and I wondered if that was the case.
“Thanks. Drawing is the only thing that calms me down, this is what came flowing from my pen.” I gulped, hoping she wouldn’t ask me what I was unsettled about. She didn’t. She mumbled something, and then raised her voice a little, and I could hear her again.
“You got the eyes right.” she smiled and I decided that the first part of what she’d said wasn’t that important.
“I didn’t think I would, I didn’t get a good look at them, so I based them on the way you were looking at Ed- your boyfriend.” I had almost said Edward’s name, that would have given me away for sure. She blushed, seemingly not noticing my slip.
“Well, I just came back for my wallet.” she picked the small thing up off of her seat and started to leave. I hadn’t noticed that she had left it. I knew that I was the only one with something in the overhead compartment, since I had just gotten my bag down, now there was no way I would get this drawing to her. Unless…
“Hey, hey,” I called after her, feeling foolish that I didn’t know her name, as I tripped my way over to her, drawing in hand.
“Bella.” she filled in for me.
“Bella, will you give this to Alice for me?” I asked her, grin on my face.
“Sure. Who should I tell her it’s from.” That was when I realized I hadn’t told her my name.
“Warren, Warren Leigh.” I held out my hand and she shook it.
“Nice to meet you Warren.” she smiled, took the drawing and disappeared through the curtains that separated the first class cabin from the coach section. I wondered why they had gone backward, from luxury to cramped space, but I couldn’t ask. The plane was landing, and soon I’d be on my way to the rainy little hamlet of Forks, Washington.
If you havent, it's not that hard to follow as all the characters are described to an extent. Read on =]
Chapter 1:
My breath fogged up the window I stared out of longingly, as if my incessant thought of SUN, SUN, SUN, SUN, would bring the star back into my sight. But I knew that it was long gone now, I’d probably never see it again, and my days were doomed to be rainy for the rest of my life. Then again I could be going a little overboard. I mean the sun would have to come out someday….right? Or at least, that was what I had to keep telling myself.
I pulled my gaze from the window and instead looked to the person next to me, though the person brought me no comfort, mostly based on the fact that I had no idea who this random stranger was. All I knew about her was that she was on her way to Seattle (like me), she looked as if she were around my age, and that she was strikingly beautiful.
Her eyes were closed as I looked at her, but she didn’t look like she was sleeping because there was this subtle hint of concentration on her face, as if she were contemplating something behind her closed lids. I found that I was unable to keep my eyes from her face, until I realized that I had been staring so long that my eyes were beginning to water. I closed them, we had a long flight ahead of us, and I didn’t want to be staring only to have her wake up, catch me, and the rest of the plane ride become increasingly uncomfortable.
Besides, what did a guy like me have that would interest this beautiful girl?
Not that I was ugly or anything. I mean, I’m a decent looking guy, but I probably pale in comparison to the guy sitting across the isle. With his bronze hair and perfectly sculpted face. Sculpture boy and the girl sitting next to me had held a conversation as we had waited for the plane to start the takeoff, and if the boy hadn’t put his arm around the girl sitting next to him I would have thought him and my neighbor were together. They just looked…perfect enough to go together, like two flawless marble bookends or something.
After some deliberation I figured that they must be related and began noticing their similar features. First and foremost they both looked like come-alive statues of the Greek gods. Second they both had these dark circles under their eyes, like they hadn’t slept for a week. And third was their eye color. They had these golden eyes, like butterscotch, honey, or liquid topaz.
The girl sitting on the other side of sculpture boy was nestled into his chest now, she took a deep breath, like she was breathing him in, and closed her eyes. She was pretty too, in her own way, but she didn’t have the perfect features that belonged to the other two. Hers were softer, less marble like. They reminded me more of a painting then a sculpture. Her boyfriend had been talking to her the whole time, but as she closed her eyes he stopped, kissed her forehead and then smiled a little. The small act of affection was filled with a lot of love, and I turned my attention back to my neighbor. It’s not that I couldn’t handle all the love that was oozing from them or something, as an artist I’m very attuned to people’s feelings, it was more that I felt they needed some privacy.
I kept wishing that my neighbor’s eyes would open, and we would strike up a conversation. Then I noticed the changes her face was going through. She no longer looked just as if she were concentrating. Her eyes were shut tight, fists clenched, and if I hadn’t known better I would have thought she wasn’t breathing. I opened my mouth to ask her if she was alright when she opened her eyes. They were full of hatred as they met mine, as if we were enemies rather than complete strangers. So filled with contempt I could almost taste it.
She let out a breath, a hiss, and it seemed a strange sound coming from her perfect lips.
“Edward,” She said quickly and sculpture boy turned his head quickly, the rest of his body remaining still. Emotions played across the boys eyes, though none showed in his face. He nodded, subtly, imperceptibly, and so quickly I almost missed it. Then he woke the girl sleeping against his chest and the three of them disappeared from sight towards the back of the plane.
I began to wonder instantly what I had done to make her hate me so much. Then I realized that I hadn’t said one word to her. Maybe she had known I was staring at her the entire time. But what reason was that for her to hate me? I mean she had to know how beautiful she was, guys had to stare at her all the time. Rational and erratic thoughts bounced through my head.
I knew that there was one thing that would calm me down without fail and I pulled my sketch pad and pens out of my carry on bag. What started out as jagged lines turned into the spikes of the girl’s inky black halo of hair, pointing in every direction. At first I couldn’t seem to get her face quite right, the lines not thin enough in some places, or thick enough in others. I went through at least four pages until I came up with one that I liked, one that bore some resemblance to the girl it depicted. Then I went for one more, and this one came out just like I wanted it. Then I added color, not much for her face was very pale, and her hair very black. I contemplated if maybe there was something symbolic about the angel girl with the devil spikes, but decided it was best not to go there. Not like I believed in that kind of stuff anyway. The last piece that it took care of was the eyes. I had drawn them in, but had not detailed them. I didn’t want to draw that look of hatred, but I also didn’t want to give them a look that was too kind, for I had no idea what my angel’s personality was like. I settled for making them look complacent, which was more what Edward’s companion’s eyes had looked like, then I colored them in gold and brown, to get that butterscotch color.
Finally satisfied, and finally calm, I signed my name at the bottom in black, placing the date underneath that. I almost wrote something across the top, but there were no real words to go there because I had no idea what my angel’s name was, or where she came from, so I rolled it up instead. There was a shuffle from beside me, sending my heart into frenzied palpitations, thinking that I could not bear another look of hatred, and yet I looked up all the same.
I was both disappointed and relieved that it was not topaz eyes I looked into. Instead these were soft and brown. They belonged to Edward’s companion.
“That’s a very good rendering of Alice.” she complimented the artwork in my lap, having seen it before I rolled it up I suppose. So that was the name of my devil spiked angel. Alice. It seemed to fit somehow. I suddenly recalled that the name Alice meant “noble” and I wondered if that was the case.
“Thanks. Drawing is the only thing that calms me down, this is what came flowing from my pen.” I gulped, hoping she wouldn’t ask me what I was unsettled about. She didn’t. She mumbled something, and then raised her voice a little, and I could hear her again.
“You got the eyes right.” she smiled and I decided that the first part of what she’d said wasn’t that important.
“I didn’t think I would, I didn’t get a good look at them, so I based them on the way you were looking at Ed- your boyfriend.” I had almost said Edward’s name, that would have given me away for sure. She blushed, seemingly not noticing my slip.
“Well, I just came back for my wallet.” she picked the small thing up off of her seat and started to leave. I hadn’t noticed that she had left it. I knew that I was the only one with something in the overhead compartment, since I had just gotten my bag down, now there was no way I would get this drawing to her. Unless…
“Hey, hey,” I called after her, feeling foolish that I didn’t know her name, as I tripped my way over to her, drawing in hand.
“Bella.” she filled in for me.
“Bella, will you give this to Alice for me?” I asked her, grin on my face.
“Sure. Who should I tell her it’s from.” That was when I realized I hadn’t told her my name.
“Warren, Warren Leigh.” I held out my hand and she shook it.
“Nice to meet you Warren.” she smiled, took the drawing and disappeared through the curtains that separated the first class cabin from the coach section. I wondered why they had gone backward, from luxury to cramped space, but I couldn’t ask. The plane was landing, and soon I’d be on my way to the rainy little hamlet of Forks, Washington.
