“Tell me.”, I shook my head and changed the subject. “I should get toi to a sûr, sans danger house, any house.”
“I won’t go until toi tell me.” She refused, smirking. The sun was setting, resting for a goodnights sleep after its work throughout the day, and the sky was turning a deep plum. Not a nuage in the sky, the light from the smiling sun, beamed down onto the mountains. “Come on, it’s getting dark, it’s turning twilight. We need to get toi to a house. It’s not far from here, a few corners to the west and we will be there.” I a dit calmly. I directed the way to the house I owned near the coast, checking every few 10 yards that Renesmee was still following, even though I could hear her quiet footsteps behind me. When I a dit owned a house, I meant the complete opposite. I waited until we reached an empty, rundown house that a sort of evil feeling to it. It was a Victorian cottage, with dark chocolat beams patterned around it, and a cream manteau of paint. The two front windows were smashed ou cracked in some way. The cracks in one window looked as if it spelt, “EVIL” in capital letters. The house was surrounded par dead rose plants and plots of snow. The path up to the door was crazy paved with various colours of the rainbow. I picked the lock of the pine door, yanked it a bit, and pulled it open, to Renesmee’s, unpleasant surprise, and held the door open for her and mimicked for her to go into the shack. She stood there, frozen. “You expect me to go in there?” Her voice sounded La Reine des Neiges too. She looked cold; blue lined her plump, rose lips. Her eyes altered from fiery to glassy and her eyebrows rose to the height of half of her forehead, she started endlessly into the dark house. “There is nothing in there in there. Just go in, ou I will have to influence toi to go in there.” I warned. She still stood there stationary, stuck to the concrete. I got ready to influence her. This is taking than it should to get ready. I thought, confused. I let the power that had charged up, out, but nothing happened. The sensation of emptiness hadn’t reached me. I couldn’t do it. Not to her, anyone but her. I knew I had to do it, for her sake, but I couldn’t. This isn’t right Cynddylan! What are toi doing, why are toi letting yourself do this! Stop it! Get a hold of yourself! I thought angrily. I realised I was staring at my feet, and shifted my eyes to meet Renesmee’s. Little tear droplets rolled down her pallid cheeks. I stepped toward her. She just stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kept walking. When she got to me she turned sharply, around me, and into the house. I followed her, scared for her. I entered the sinister house, my head spinning. Did vampires feel this way? The hallway of the house was dimly lit. The darkness pushed me down. I was scared, scared to leave Renesmee in this evil, eerie hut. I heard a faint laugh in the misty background and the pulse of Renesmee’s beating heart. Aches in the back of my throat woke up my body and made me realise why I was leaving Renesmee in this dungeon anyway. “Renesmee,” I called her, “I need to go now will toi be OK?” She didn’t turn to face me, but she a dit in a quiet, accusing tone, “Going to catch a teenager just walking accueil her own innocently and bite her until she’s dead are you?” It wasn’t a question. It hurt me and I answered in a hurt sounding manner, “Am not.” She then turned to face me, one slender, caramel eyebrow raised. “I would only drink from a willing donor.” I added openly.
“Only because toi make them willing to! Why not just drink from me! Everyone else does!” She screamed angrily. I opened my mouth so it formed an O shape involuntarily. I didn’t want to talk anymore, I turned to face the splintered door and left. I sighed when I was in the coolness of the evening breeze. Clouds were now forming and the air was chillier than earlier, but it was still peaceful. I turned corners and crossed roads in the direction of the church. When I reached it, a sign welcomed Highland Baptist church. I éperlan the air to see which scent was most inviting. A rosy perfumed teenager tantalized my taste buds. I felt dreadful. She was celebrating her sisters wedding par the sound of the congratulations she was getting from people. The service was over and the party had started. “Only because toi make them willing to! Why not just drink from me! Everyone else does!” Renesmee’s sweet, silky voice seeped through my memory and rang in my ears. I influenced the youthful maiden to come out side and get some fresh air. Under my power, she stepped toward me. She was very pretty. She had golden blonde hair as or as the sun, brown eyes and freckles spotted places on her pure skin. Some hair was hanging on her pale neck. I immediately thought of lait on honey. She dropped on the floor and landed suivant to me, as I had influenced her to. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open slightly. I dragged her into the shadows where I had privacy. I bit into her soft neck and sucked. After a few sips of heavenly blood, I was revitalized. I had sucked too much and injected venom in her par accident. “Over a thousand years old and I still can’t control it.” I whispered jokingly, and a humourless laugh broke through my lips. I influenced the maiden to forget what had happened and then influenced her to become human and go back to the party. I felt really awful then. I stood up and turned 180 degrees. “Where is she!?” a voice shouted, as I turned, Cornelia.
“I will NOT tell you! I will protect her!” I snarled, this was the first time I’d actually come face to face with my wretched sister in over six centuries. My arm lunged for her throat with my arm, she caught it just before it made contact, her grip was firm and tight.
“Ha! Not this time, brother!” she laughed cruelly, she let my arm go, and lunged for my throat.
“I thought toi were dead…” she said, disgust, disappointment and hate, all in her voice. She held my throat and shoved me against the wall.
“Well I’m not am I?” I said. I smiled faintly.
“Why aren’t toi dead!?” she yelled, and shoved me from the mur to the floor,
“Why do toi care about that slut of a human?” she asked pathetically. She smiled sarcastically. Her smile faded, some sort of realisation had hit her.
“Oh, ho-o-o-o… toi l’amour her!” she laughed, she clapped her hands in mockery, “This is just classic! My little brother, all in l’amour with a human!” she laughed.
“No, I’m not! At least I have emotions!” I protested,
“Don’t me to me bro, and besides, I do have feelings, and I DO have feeling for you,” she said, her hand was on her chest, and her face hurt, “They are; hatred and disgust!” she chuckled. I jumped up and lunged for her throat, she turned and shoved me back, knocking me off of my balance, but I didn’t fall.
“I wouldn’t do that again, if I were you, little brother!” she warned in a dangerous tone.
“But falling in l’amour with a human, that’s even low, even low for you!” she said, disgusted, as usual. I felt the presence of someone near me.
“Cynddylan?” I worried voice came from behind me; Renesmee. I wasted no time, and grabbed Renesmee and ran.
“HEY!” Renesmee shrieked. I ran back towards the house. Renesmee walked through the door quickly. She strode into her room, frantic and stressed. I came into the room with a bag from a takeaway, and threw it on her bed. She picked it up and ate eagerly; I sat down on the lit opposite. I watched her carefully, her eyes, worried, but breathtaking all the same. Something was bothering her. She finished her burger; she looked up at me, hesitantly, she looked in my eyes. They were as if she could hypnotise anyone easily.
“Why did toi go out of the house?” I asked, trying to mask the anger.
“You should have told me.” She a dit quickly.
“You wouldn’t have let me, if I had…” I answered.
“Because I don’t know if to trust toi ou not, after what we’ve been through…” she added.
“Well do you?” I asked, a half smile was tugging my lips.
“Like I said, I DON’T know, and besides, waking up in a house with no note, ou anything will make anyone try and find out!” she said, and for the first time, she had a genuine smile on her gorgeous face. Her smile faded slowly, after long silence Renesmee broke it.
“Did Cornelia mean what she… said… about…you…a-and…” she began, I could see where this was going, the muscles in my face tightened, and my head started pounding.
“Dunno…” was all I could say.
“But do you?!” she asked quickly, and immediately. I had no idea what to say ou do, I wouldn’t lie to her, ever.
“Well… erm…” I stopped to find the words in my mouth… my mouth opened and closed like or fishes’ it opened and closed, but no words came out…
“You do!?” she confirmed, my mouth was all the conformation she needed. She didn’t sound disgusted, but she was shocked and surprised.
“I won’t go until toi tell me.” She refused, smirking. The sun was setting, resting for a goodnights sleep after its work throughout the day, and the sky was turning a deep plum. Not a nuage in the sky, the light from the smiling sun, beamed down onto the mountains. “Come on, it’s getting dark, it’s turning twilight. We need to get toi to a house. It’s not far from here, a few corners to the west and we will be there.” I a dit calmly. I directed the way to the house I owned near the coast, checking every few 10 yards that Renesmee was still following, even though I could hear her quiet footsteps behind me. When I a dit owned a house, I meant the complete opposite. I waited until we reached an empty, rundown house that a sort of evil feeling to it. It was a Victorian cottage, with dark chocolat beams patterned around it, and a cream manteau of paint. The two front windows were smashed ou cracked in some way. The cracks in one window looked as if it spelt, “EVIL” in capital letters. The house was surrounded par dead rose plants and plots of snow. The path up to the door was crazy paved with various colours of the rainbow. I picked the lock of the pine door, yanked it a bit, and pulled it open, to Renesmee’s, unpleasant surprise, and held the door open for her and mimicked for her to go into the shack. She stood there, frozen. “You expect me to go in there?” Her voice sounded La Reine des Neiges too. She looked cold; blue lined her plump, rose lips. Her eyes altered from fiery to glassy and her eyebrows rose to the height of half of her forehead, she started endlessly into the dark house. “There is nothing in there in there. Just go in, ou I will have to influence toi to go in there.” I warned. She still stood there stationary, stuck to the concrete. I got ready to influence her. This is taking than it should to get ready. I thought, confused. I let the power that had charged up, out, but nothing happened. The sensation of emptiness hadn’t reached me. I couldn’t do it. Not to her, anyone but her. I knew I had to do it, for her sake, but I couldn’t. This isn’t right Cynddylan! What are toi doing, why are toi letting yourself do this! Stop it! Get a hold of yourself! I thought angrily. I realised I was staring at my feet, and shifted my eyes to meet Renesmee’s. Little tear droplets rolled down her pallid cheeks. I stepped toward her. She just stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kept walking. When she got to me she turned sharply, around me, and into the house. I followed her, scared for her. I entered the sinister house, my head spinning. Did vampires feel this way? The hallway of the house was dimly lit. The darkness pushed me down. I was scared, scared to leave Renesmee in this evil, eerie hut. I heard a faint laugh in the misty background and the pulse of Renesmee’s beating heart. Aches in the back of my throat woke up my body and made me realise why I was leaving Renesmee in this dungeon anyway. “Renesmee,” I called her, “I need to go now will toi be OK?” She didn’t turn to face me, but she a dit in a quiet, accusing tone, “Going to catch a teenager just walking accueil her own innocently and bite her until she’s dead are you?” It wasn’t a question. It hurt me and I answered in a hurt sounding manner, “Am not.” She then turned to face me, one slender, caramel eyebrow raised. “I would only drink from a willing donor.” I added openly.
“Only because toi make them willing to! Why not just drink from me! Everyone else does!” She screamed angrily. I opened my mouth so it formed an O shape involuntarily. I didn’t want to talk anymore, I turned to face the splintered door and left. I sighed when I was in the coolness of the evening breeze. Clouds were now forming and the air was chillier than earlier, but it was still peaceful. I turned corners and crossed roads in the direction of the church. When I reached it, a sign welcomed Highland Baptist church. I éperlan the air to see which scent was most inviting. A rosy perfumed teenager tantalized my taste buds. I felt dreadful. She was celebrating her sisters wedding par the sound of the congratulations she was getting from people. The service was over and the party had started. “Only because toi make them willing to! Why not just drink from me! Everyone else does!” Renesmee’s sweet, silky voice seeped through my memory and rang in my ears. I influenced the youthful maiden to come out side and get some fresh air. Under my power, she stepped toward me. She was very pretty. She had golden blonde hair as or as the sun, brown eyes and freckles spotted places on her pure skin. Some hair was hanging on her pale neck. I immediately thought of lait on honey. She dropped on the floor and landed suivant to me, as I had influenced her to. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open slightly. I dragged her into the shadows where I had privacy. I bit into her soft neck and sucked. After a few sips of heavenly blood, I was revitalized. I had sucked too much and injected venom in her par accident. “Over a thousand years old and I still can’t control it.” I whispered jokingly, and a humourless laugh broke through my lips. I influenced the maiden to forget what had happened and then influenced her to become human and go back to the party. I felt really awful then. I stood up and turned 180 degrees. “Where is she!?” a voice shouted, as I turned, Cornelia.
“I will NOT tell you! I will protect her!” I snarled, this was the first time I’d actually come face to face with my wretched sister in over six centuries. My arm lunged for her throat with my arm, she caught it just before it made contact, her grip was firm and tight.
“Ha! Not this time, brother!” she laughed cruelly, she let my arm go, and lunged for my throat.
“I thought toi were dead…” she said, disgust, disappointment and hate, all in her voice. She held my throat and shoved me against the wall.
“Well I’m not am I?” I said. I smiled faintly.
“Why aren’t toi dead!?” she yelled, and shoved me from the mur to the floor,
“Why do toi care about that slut of a human?” she asked pathetically. She smiled sarcastically. Her smile faded, some sort of realisation had hit her.
“Oh, ho-o-o-o… toi l’amour her!” she laughed, she clapped her hands in mockery, “This is just classic! My little brother, all in l’amour with a human!” she laughed.
“No, I’m not! At least I have emotions!” I protested,
“Don’t me to me bro, and besides, I do have feelings, and I DO have feeling for you,” she said, her hand was on her chest, and her face hurt, “They are; hatred and disgust!” she chuckled. I jumped up and lunged for her throat, she turned and shoved me back, knocking me off of my balance, but I didn’t fall.
“I wouldn’t do that again, if I were you, little brother!” she warned in a dangerous tone.
“But falling in l’amour with a human, that’s even low, even low for you!” she said, disgusted, as usual. I felt the presence of someone near me.
“Cynddylan?” I worried voice came from behind me; Renesmee. I wasted no time, and grabbed Renesmee and ran.
“HEY!” Renesmee shrieked. I ran back towards the house. Renesmee walked through the door quickly. She strode into her room, frantic and stressed. I came into the room with a bag from a takeaway, and threw it on her bed. She picked it up and ate eagerly; I sat down on the lit opposite. I watched her carefully, her eyes, worried, but breathtaking all the same. Something was bothering her. She finished her burger; she looked up at me, hesitantly, she looked in my eyes. They were as if she could hypnotise anyone easily.
“Why did toi go out of the house?” I asked, trying to mask the anger.
“You should have told me.” She a dit quickly.
“You wouldn’t have let me, if I had…” I answered.
“Because I don’t know if to trust toi ou not, after what we’ve been through…” she added.
“Well do you?” I asked, a half smile was tugging my lips.
“Like I said, I DON’T know, and besides, waking up in a house with no note, ou anything will make anyone try and find out!” she said, and for the first time, she had a genuine smile on her gorgeous face. Her smile faded slowly, after long silence Renesmee broke it.
“Did Cornelia mean what she… said… about…you…a-and…” she began, I could see where this was going, the muscles in my face tightened, and my head started pounding.
“Dunno…” was all I could say.
“But do you?!” she asked quickly, and immediately. I had no idea what to say ou do, I wouldn’t lie to her, ever.
“Well… erm…” I stopped to find the words in my mouth… my mouth opened and closed like or fishes’ it opened and closed, but no words came out…
“You do!?” she confirmed, my mouth was all the conformation she needed. She didn’t sound disgusted, but she was shocked and surprised.
