The venom was, of course, excruciating. I remember screaming. The blond ángel finally removed his fangs from my neck, and looked at me hopefully. "I'm so sorry. I truly am." What he told me siguiente was horrifying, abysmal. The blond man, who I now know as Carlisle, told me I was a vampire.

I acted like an absolute fool. I ran round, screaming, until Emmett had to come carry me away. I will admit, he has an amazingly strong grasp. "It's not so bad." he told me.I still tried to wrestle out his arms, but then he just held me tighter. Great. I arrived at the baseball field shortly. They all stared...

Hi! my name is Max and I'm going to tell tu a story, a story filled with magic and mystrey. Well our story start's on a warm Saturday afternoon año 1950, I had just left from delivering a note to my grandma who was sick with the flu, I was makeing my way back to my house when I saw this strange light comeing from this árbol so I went to investigate, there was a strange smell eminateing from the hole in the árbol it smelled like a musky hambuger, the closer I got the worse it became, when I finally got to the hole in which the horrid smell was comeing from I saw something inside the hole, it...

"Matt, where else are we going to go?!" Mom asked him.

"I dunno!" he said. "But you're not staying here! We're over, Hannah." He went to the front door, and opened the door for us. I had always known he was a jerk, but I wasn't expecting this at all. The panic didn't really settle in, until we were on the sidewalk, with all our stuff, and nowhere to go.

"Where are we going to go?" Kirsten asked, her voice trembling.

"I... I don't know," Mom said. I wanted to puñetazo, ponche her in the face.

"Well, think of something!" I shouted at her. Her eyes widened at my outburst. "I'm so fucking sick of tu just ditching...

After school, I was able to find Foster walking inicial alone. I sped up a little bit to catch up with him.

"Hi," I said, a little nervous. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Are tu done actuación like that?" he asked. I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped. I sighed. I couldn't do this. He was one of the few people that loved me for me. I didn't want to ruin that.

"Yes," I dicho quietly. He was quiet for a moment, then smiled. He pulled me into a hug.

"It's ok, I forgive you," he dicho cheerfully. I smiled a little bit, relieved. It scared me to have him angry with me. We went inicial and hung out for a while,...

Well, this was a story I started working on before my computer crashed. I don't necessarily have a name for it. Tell me what tu think of it...if tu bother to read it....



Introduction
Since the beginning of time, there was one thing that was always there. Light
    
Light came in a phenomenal ball of fire. The fuego exploded into a thousand little pieces and spread across the nothingness of darkness. As soon as everything was in its alignment, it was the beginning of life.
    
A unheard of kind of lobos believe that in the beginning of this called life, there...

I fell asleep on the bus. It was late, and the bus ride was a little over three hours. Then my stop came, and I got off. I pulled out the map I had printed out. I bit my lip. I had no idea where to go from here. I wondered around town for an incredibly long time, looking for the address. My stomach ached, and I started to feel a little dizzy.

Finally, I found the house.

It was a very small house, with a crappy front yard. It looked practically abandoned; the only thing that assured me someone lived there was the cat basking in the sun on the front porch. I took a deep breath, and went up the...

A couple weeks passed, and school turned out to not be so bad. I was starting to think that the kids at the orphanage were over exaggerating. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it'd be.

There wasn't a problem until I'd been there about two months.

It was the weekend. I was outside on the porch, drawing a picture of the frontyard landscape. Then I overheard Mr. and Mrs. Stueck talking.

"...She hasn't participated at all," Mrs. Stueck said. Mr. Stueck sighed.

"She's just shy."

"Shy is putting it lightly, Simon. She's dicho one word to me the whole time she was here. And what, one sentence to you?...

I had just fallen asleep when the sun appeared, and woke me up from my slumber. Even though I've been asleep for all of two minutos I feel like, like,hot chocolate on a cold winters night, o a cool breeze on a summer's day. My corazón leaped with joy, a happiness I haven't felt since my best friend died. I had no reason to be this happy, but yet all the reason in the world. I pushed the covers from over my head, got up I felt stronger, not muscle strong, but like a I'm going to make it stronger, like there is nothing I can't do! The whole world is mine, and I am no one's.
"Scarlet, Breakfast!"...

Blake

It was a few months later. Irina and I were watching TV, when she jolted.

"Blake, I think the baby's coming," she said, her eyes wide in fear. I thought I'd lose it right then and there. I had no idea what to do! I could barely put on coherent thought together.

"Uh, ok... Uh, we just gotta stay calm! Uh, what do we do?!" I panicked. She took my hand in hers.

"Blake, just take me to the hospital," she said. She winced. "Fast." I helped her down the stairs of the apartment, and managed to get her in the car. My hands were shaking as I drove, and she begged me to stay calm. She breathed deeply,...

There wasn't much difference between being Blake's girlfriend, and being his wife. I only noticed two changes. One, I felt a little closer to him. Now that I knew he loved me enough to marry me, I felt like any other doubts were untrue. Also, I wore a ring on my finger now. Those were the only changes thanks to our marriage. I'd been with him so long, in a strange way, it was like we'd been married for years already. We went on a honeymoon to Florida for a while, but neither of us are big travelers; so it was good to get inicial after that.

The glory of being newly-weds only lasted about a month,...

PART TWO
**Six years later...**

I looked through the crowd, until I saw Dad and Kara.

"They're over here," I dicho to Blake, taking his hand in mine. I led him through the band of so many people, all talking, laughing, o crying from joy. Soon enough, I got to them, and gave them both a big hug.

"It's good to see you," Dad said. Kara smiled warmly at his side.

"Irina!" a small voice exclaimed at my feet. I scooped up Desiree in my arms and gave her a big hug.

"What's up, kid? You've gotten so big!" I observed. Her dirty brown hair fell to the middle of her back, with a small purple bow pinned delicately...

I sat at the table, with one hand under my jaw, and the other holding Blake's. It was quiet in the library, leaving me alone with my thoughts. It was my fault Briar was dead. If I had been más assertive and had not let her come....

Blake squeezed my hand. He looked up from the essay he was writing; something he wanted to finish after school in the library. I volunteered to stay with him. I really needed the company. He looked at me with a worried expression. I attempted to smile, but it did not convince him.

"You ok?" he asked. The librarian raised her index finger to her lips and shushed us....

When I had woken up in the hospital last week, I had feared the worst. I had thought Blake would find out about my epilepsy, and be scared and leave me o something. When I was in first grade, I lost my best friend because of it. She thought I was weird and scary. Even at that young of an age, it still hurts to be judged for something so far out of your control.

But Blake was different. He dicho it wasn't my fault, and it didn't bother him. It made me feel bad, thinking he would think badly of it.

Blake decided a couple weeks later that I would break up with Drew. My corazón pounded. No matter...

The five months had passed quickly. Nothing much had changed, except I was sleeping in Alexander’s cama on a regular basis. I was also much happier. I didn’t have panic attacks as often, but that could’ve been because I didn’t have the stress I used to.
    Alexander and I had been packing. We were moving to Russia. Dr. Anozi and all my family were over there. Alexander’s parents had passed, and he didn’t have any relatives. He was okay with the move. I was excited about going home. It had been years. The only thing I had seen of inicial was the occasional postcard...

"Aren't tu excited?" Dad asked again. My jaw hung open, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Yeah, Dad. That's great." I stood up and went to my room. I paced in my room for a while, fiddling with my fingers. The tears filled up more, making it nearly impossible to see anything. This can't be happening. He was trying to start a new family. He was recreating what we had before we... There was a knock at the door.

"Irina?" It was Dad. I ran over to the door, and locked it just as he tried to open the door. "Irina, please let me in. I want to talk to you."

"Go away!" I cried. The whole thing felt so...

A while later, Blake had to leave for football practice. We didn't get to finish the project, but he dicho we could work on it sometime during the week. It was strange, I actually felt a little sad when he left. I shook it off; I barely knew the guy.

"See ya in school," he smiled. I nodded, and he left.

I spent the rest of the día doing nothing; I didn't have work today. Then I heard the front door open. Crap, did I forget to lock it?! Did Drew get in?! My corazón was racing. What do I do? Should I just go to him? Should I hide and hope he thinks I'm not here, then he'll leave? My fear was so strong...

The siguiente morning, I couldn't bring my self to get up. It's Friday, I told myself. At least that was something to look adelante, hacia adelante to, I guess. I sat up and yawned. I slid out of bed, and nudged Briar with my foot.

"Wake up," I grumbled. She blinked, groaned, and rolled over. Oh well. She'd get up sooner o later. I went to my closet, picked out my clothes, then went to the bathroom to change. When I came back, Briar was fully awake.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" she asked. I nodded to my closet.

"Go 'head. It might be a little big on you, but I'm sure you'll find something." I went to the cocina and,...

I sat on the cocina counter, in the painful silence. I wanted this, why was I so sad? There was a knock on the door, and my corazón skipped a beat. I went and got it, and was surprised to see it was Andrew.

"Hey. I was hoping tu weren't gone yet," he smiled. I smiled weakly.

"Hey. What's up?" I let him in.

"Just wanted to say goodbye. And see how you're feeling." My hand instinctively went back up to my throat, the gauze still wrapped around the healing stitches.

"I'm doing good. Thanks."

"No problem," he sighed. "So, Belinda's probably going to be in for life; for murder and attempted murder."...

The siguiente week was spent handling all legal things having to do with Dalton's so called "murder."Andrew insisted that Dalton was very likely to have killed himself, and he also explained how Reed's cuchillo had been taken por Dalton a long time before his death. It wasn't exactly that easy. There were lots of things that had to go through with the court. It was very boring and tiring.

Then one día while we were at the court, Ms. Greener showed up. My eyes widened and I tried to hide behind Carmine, but it was no use.

"Hello Harley," she dicho in that tone of voice that dicho you're in deep shit, young...

I hadn't talked to Carmine at all after another week. It seemed like he really did give up on helping Reed. This made me furious, but what could I do? Go on with life was my only option I guess; and only hope that Reed only got a couple years instead of life. I'd stay here, with my new family and friends.

But who knew my enemy would actually help me?

I never thought Felicity would help me. Ever. I guess she didn't either; she wasn't trying to. We were at lunch, when Felicity got mad when no one was listening to her. Apparently Felicity had had enough of me.

"Why are tu guys all over her?! She's...