Thanks so much for the reviews! Here's the long-awaited chapter that I really hope tu like, most of the dialogue is from Twilight.
1. New World
MY MOTHER WALKED WITH ME TO THE OUTER WALLS OF THE SANCTUARY. The place that served as my inicial ever since I was born.
The sanctuary held only one climate -- spring. Always sunny weather, green césped, hierba and wildflowers with a crystal clear blue sky. This was what I was accustomed to.
I was wearing my favorito! camisa, camiseta -- sleeveless, white eyelet cordón, encaje with a carry-on item, a simple parka.
The entrance (and exit) of the sanctuary opened up to a small town called Forks within the state of Washington. It exists under a near-constant cover of clouds and is the rainiest place in all of the United States of America. It was in this town that my father, Charlie Swan, was captivated por the most unique being on the planet -- my mother, Renee. And por 'unique' I mean she was one of the last remaining ángeles left.
ángeles are a sacred race that have lived on this world since the dawn of time, of course, that's what Renee told me. We're special beings that are now becoming extinct. The last of our kind were hunted down long hace por the fallen ángeles -- the good that have went bad, those with black wings of death.
There monsters in human form, they have no souls, cold black eyes with absolutely no life in them, and they are dicho to resemble . . . well, almost like zombies.
Except without the eating-your-brains and creepy skin peeling part.
After Renee found out she was the last angel, she gave up her angelic powers to make a sanctuary to house me and herself away from harm.
But that also meant leaving the rest of the world behind, along with Charlie. I was always awed por her selfless act . . . how she gave up so much, and then raising me too.
"Bella," my mom dicho to me -- the last of a thousand times -- before we reached our destination. "You don't have to do this."
My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, hare-brained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had plenty to do here in the sanctuary, what with it made to fit an ángel in every way, but still . . .
"I want to go," I told her, and I knew she knew it. She's known for years now of my yearning for the real world. Especially after lectura so many novels, making me want to live in their world even más . . .
"Tell Charlie I dicho hi." And so much more, judging por her longing look.
"I will."
"I'll see tu soon," she insisted. "You can come inicial whenever tu want -- I'll come right back as soon as tu need me."
"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I amor you, Mom."
She hugged me tightly for a minuto as we stood before the grand entrance, and then I went through it, and she was gone.
Charlie was waiting for me on the other side.
He gave me an awkward, one-armed hug since it's been a few years since we've seen each other. I've only been outside the sanctuary twice in my life.
The first was when I was born, and the other was when I was only fourteen years old; I bonded with Charlie faster than I thought I would. We had a lot in common, I got to spend the whole summer with him, learning some of the things of the world.
"It's good to see you, Bells," he said, taking my very few bags as we walked to his police cruiser. "You've grown, how's Renee?" he asked, trying to be subtle but I could tell he missed mom as much as she missed him.
"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face.
I shuddered once when we reached the car. Nothing attracted attention más than a cop with red and blue lights in traffic. Charlie was the Police Chief to the good people of Forks.
Once we were strapped in, he drove to the small white house I stayed in a couple of years ago.
"I bought tu something," he spoke casually as we neared the house. "A little homecoming present."
"Ch-Dad, tu know I don't like presents." I protested.
He cracked a smile. "Well, I have a feeling you're going to like this one."
And he turned down the familiar calle and I saw a segundo vehicle sitting in the Swans' residence driveway.
It was a very old Chevy truck with a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. To my intense surprise, I loved it. I didn't know if it would run, but I could see myself in it. Plus, it was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged -- the kind tu see at the scene of an accident, pain unscratched, surrounded por the pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed.
"Wow, Dad, I amor it! Thanks!" I told him graciously, knowing my día tomorrow would be less dreadful now.
"I'm glad tu like it," Charlie dicho gruffly, embarrassed por my thanks.
It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar; it had been belonged to me since I was born. The newest items were the cama and an old computer. The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner.
One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover, a near impossible feat for my mother. I always wondered how they fell in amor . . . opposites as they were.
"An invisible tie Bella . . ." My mother tried explaining. "Something so strong that it brings two people together, something very crucial to us angels, and something precious to humans. It's finding your other half, your soulmate, you'll understand someday Bella."
I gazed out my bedroom window as I remembered Renee's words . . . And how much of a connection she has with Charlie.
She has such high hopes for me, hoping I'll find my 'soulmate' . . . and further the line of angels. tu see, no matter what, the pure blood of an ángel is so strong that it will always make the offspring have más ángel within them.
Their were only a handful of pure-blooded ángeles left. But now only Renee and I were left. Pure-blooded ángeles held más . . . gifts than average angels, o any being for that matter.
Abilities to communicate with everything living around them . . . to heal the impossible, to perform miracles beyond human capability, and so much más that I don't even understand yet. And it was all through the blood . . .
So there tu have it! Like it? Hate it? Plz review!!!:D
1. New World
MY MOTHER WALKED WITH ME TO THE OUTER WALLS OF THE SANCTUARY. The place that served as my inicial ever since I was born.
The sanctuary held only one climate -- spring. Always sunny weather, green césped, hierba and wildflowers with a crystal clear blue sky. This was what I was accustomed to.
I was wearing my favorito! camisa, camiseta -- sleeveless, white eyelet cordón, encaje with a carry-on item, a simple parka.
The entrance (and exit) of the sanctuary opened up to a small town called Forks within the state of Washington. It exists under a near-constant cover of clouds and is the rainiest place in all of the United States of America. It was in this town that my father, Charlie Swan, was captivated por the most unique being on the planet -- my mother, Renee. And por 'unique' I mean she was one of the last remaining ángeles left.
ángeles are a sacred race that have lived on this world since the dawn of time, of course, that's what Renee told me. We're special beings that are now becoming extinct. The last of our kind were hunted down long hace por the fallen ángeles -- the good that have went bad, those with black wings of death.
There monsters in human form, they have no souls, cold black eyes with absolutely no life in them, and they are dicho to resemble . . . well, almost like zombies.
Except without the eating-your-brains and creepy skin peeling part.
After Renee found out she was the last angel, she gave up her angelic powers to make a sanctuary to house me and herself away from harm.
But that also meant leaving the rest of the world behind, along with Charlie. I was always awed por her selfless act . . . how she gave up so much, and then raising me too.
"Bella," my mom dicho to me -- the last of a thousand times -- before we reached our destination. "You don't have to do this."
My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, hare-brained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had plenty to do here in the sanctuary, what with it made to fit an ángel in every way, but still . . .
"I want to go," I told her, and I knew she knew it. She's known for years now of my yearning for the real world. Especially after lectura so many novels, making me want to live in their world even más . . .
"Tell Charlie I dicho hi." And so much more, judging por her longing look.
"I will."
"I'll see tu soon," she insisted. "You can come inicial whenever tu want -- I'll come right back as soon as tu need me."
"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I amor you, Mom."
She hugged me tightly for a minuto as we stood before the grand entrance, and then I went through it, and she was gone.
Charlie was waiting for me on the other side.
He gave me an awkward, one-armed hug since it's been a few years since we've seen each other. I've only been outside the sanctuary twice in my life.
The first was when I was born, and the other was when I was only fourteen years old; I bonded with Charlie faster than I thought I would. We had a lot in common, I got to spend the whole summer with him, learning some of the things of the world.
"It's good to see you, Bells," he said, taking my very few bags as we walked to his police cruiser. "You've grown, how's Renee?" he asked, trying to be subtle but I could tell he missed mom as much as she missed him.
"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face.
I shuddered once when we reached the car. Nothing attracted attention más than a cop with red and blue lights in traffic. Charlie was the Police Chief to the good people of Forks.
Once we were strapped in, he drove to the small white house I stayed in a couple of years ago.
"I bought tu something," he spoke casually as we neared the house. "A little homecoming present."
"Ch-Dad, tu know I don't like presents." I protested.
He cracked a smile. "Well, I have a feeling you're going to like this one."
And he turned down the familiar calle and I saw a segundo vehicle sitting in the Swans' residence driveway.
It was a very old Chevy truck with a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. To my intense surprise, I loved it. I didn't know if it would run, but I could see myself in it. Plus, it was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged -- the kind tu see at the scene of an accident, pain unscratched, surrounded por the pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed.
"Wow, Dad, I amor it! Thanks!" I told him graciously, knowing my día tomorrow would be less dreadful now.
"I'm glad tu like it," Charlie dicho gruffly, embarrassed por my thanks.
It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar; it had been belonged to me since I was born. The newest items were the cama and an old computer. The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner.
One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover, a near impossible feat for my mother. I always wondered how they fell in amor . . . opposites as they were.
"An invisible tie Bella . . ." My mother tried explaining. "Something so strong that it brings two people together, something very crucial to us angels, and something precious to humans. It's finding your other half, your soulmate, you'll understand someday Bella."
I gazed out my bedroom window as I remembered Renee's words . . . And how much of a connection she has with Charlie.
She has such high hopes for me, hoping I'll find my 'soulmate' . . . and further the line of angels. tu see, no matter what, the pure blood of an ángel is so strong that it will always make the offspring have más ángel within them.
Their were only a handful of pure-blooded ángeles left. But now only Renee and I were left. Pure-blooded ángeles held más . . . gifts than average angels, o any being for that matter.
Abilities to communicate with everything living around them . . . to heal the impossible, to perform miracles beyond human capability, and so much más that I don't even understand yet. And it was all through the blood . . .
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Preface.
The reason i left was to save my family. The one I cant live without. But i wish they were here. To hold my hand. Promise me everything will be ok. But i push that thought to the back of my mind when i hear the approaching footsteps. I stand there. Alone. Preparing myself for terror that i am about to face. If i could cry, tears would be running down my face. But when the hunters prepare to attack. I crouch forward, my lips pull back over my teeth. I let out a deep growl which was cut short. My head snapped up to the sound i heard behind me.
Preface.
The reason i left was to save my family. The one I cant live without. But i wish they were here. To hold my hand. Promise me everything will be ok. But i push that thought to the back of my mind when i hear the approaching footsteps. I stand there. Alone. Preparing myself for terror that i am about to face. If i could cry, tears would be running down my face. But when the hunters prepare to attack. I crouch forward, my lips pull back over my teeth. I let out a deep growl which was cut short. My head snapped up to the sound i heard behind me.
My awesome 'other':
Edward tu are delicious,
I bet you'd be nutritious,
I reckon you'd be good to eat,
Quite juicy and quite sweet.
Tastier than any chocolate cake,
With hunger, my belly aches,
In a totally non sexual way.
Ha ha ha ha don't take this seriously guys. I'm not weird, honest. But Edward would be good to eat. Not that I would know... Nothing rhymes with delicious, tu know... Except nutritious... So anyways, that's my latest bout of weirdness, I hope I've met my quota for the day.
Edward tu are delicious,
I bet you'd be nutritious,
I reckon you'd be good to eat,
Quite juicy and quite sweet.
Tastier than any chocolate cake,
With hunger, my belly aches,
In a totally non sexual way.
Ha ha ha ha don't take this seriously guys. I'm not weird, honest. But Edward would be good to eat. Not that I would know... Nothing rhymes with delicious, tu know... Except nutritious... So anyways, that's my latest bout of weirdness, I hope I've met my quota for the day.
bella: edward we need to talk.................................................
edward: go ahead we have got all the time in the world.
bella: ok but i don't think your gunna like it.
edward: whats wrong
bella: its nothing really but i do have to say i don't amor tu and i never have. the only reason why i married tu was cuz tu have lots of money and cuz i wanted to be a vampire. now i have got that i don't need tu anymore.
Edward: don't leave me.
bella: i have to cuz jacobs waiting for me in the car.
edward: thats my car
bella: buy a new one
bella: i am also taking renesmee with me. goodby edward. and thanks for the car
edward:noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. not the car
bella: hu hum i dicho goodbuy edward
edward: o sorry goodbuy bella.
and so bella, renesmee and jacob lived happily ever after
edward: go ahead we have got all the time in the world.
bella: ok but i don't think your gunna like it.
edward: whats wrong
bella: its nothing really but i do have to say i don't amor tu and i never have. the only reason why i married tu was cuz tu have lots of money and cuz i wanted to be a vampire. now i have got that i don't need tu anymore.
Edward: don't leave me.
bella: i have to cuz jacobs waiting for me in the car.
edward: thats my car
bella: buy a new one
bella: i am also taking renesmee with me. goodby edward. and thanks for the car
edward:noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. not the car
bella: hu hum i dicho goodbuy edward
edward: o sorry goodbuy bella.
and so bella, renesmee and jacob lived happily ever after
10. Ask about Mike.
9. Ask about Eric.
8. Ask about Jacob.
7. Ask about Edward.
6. After asking about all these boys, inquire as to how much she is paying them, and where in the White Pages she looked for fake fan-boys.
5. When she complains about not being a vampire, throw glitter on her and claim she sparkles just like a vampire in the sun.
4. Ask if the thought of Edward biting her makes her… happy.
3. Say that since Edward is technically dead, she is into necrophilia. Tell her that is sick and wrong, and she should stop with her weird fetishes.
2. Tell her we all know about the real reason she married Edward – the honeymoon.
And the Number One way to annoy Bella Swan?
1. Tell her that tu and Jacob imprinted on each other, and are getting married. Tell her tu are pregnant, and will be with him forever. Videotape the reaction.
Source: link
9. Ask about Eric.
8. Ask about Jacob.
7. Ask about Edward.
6. After asking about all these boys, inquire as to how much she is paying them, and where in the White Pages she looked for fake fan-boys.
5. When she complains about not being a vampire, throw glitter on her and claim she sparkles just like a vampire in the sun.
4. Ask if the thought of Edward biting her makes her… happy.
3. Say that since Edward is technically dead, she is into necrophilia. Tell her that is sick and wrong, and she should stop with her weird fetishes.
2. Tell her we all know about the real reason she married Edward – the honeymoon.
And the Number One way to annoy Bella Swan?
1. Tell her that tu and Jacob imprinted on each other, and are getting married. Tell her tu are pregnant, and will be with him forever. Videotape the reaction.
Source: link