𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 Ⅲ
SONG- STARSTRUKK, 3OH!3
"Tight jeans, double D's makin' me go,"
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TW: none surprisingly
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!SHORT ASS FILLER CHAPTER!
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I always thought the unknown was a weird subject. Vampires, werewolves, fairies. I never thought they were real of course. They chose their fate. If they would live or die. If you asked me if I preferred life or death, I would choose death.
It wasn't my intention to go back. Carlisle wanted me to. Jasper can barely handle his thirst and he's been at it for years. Though he tasted human blood. Some of us didn't.
"Can I still suck on lollipops?" I asked, wishing I was stuffing my face. "I don't see why not, though they probably won't taste great to you." Esme had responded. I nodded my head as a response. "I can go buy some if you'd like?" I thought about it for a second, before nodding again. She smiled at me, and walked away.
I stayed where I was. On their couch.
I had to go back to school. Of course, the Cullens would be there, but I haven't had time to adapt to the smell of blood. It didn't bother me much so far, but I've only been around 1-2 people at a time. I suppose it's still good, though I don't necessarily enjoy it.
Carlisle says I'm special, it makes me seem like a perfect protagonist in a movie.
I felt the couch dip beside me. I didn't have to turn my head to know who it was.
"Emmett what the fuck bro." I groaned. He laughed, throwing his arm around me. "Heyy. That's no way to talk to your big brother." He joked. I turned my head around, slowly, to face him. "Say that again, and I'll burn you at the stake." I stated, glaring at him. He slowly got up, and walked away. I extended my legs out on the couch, and rested my head on the arm rest. I closed my eyes. I knew I couldn't sleep, but it still felt good. To get lost in my thoughts. Fantasizing about celebrity crushes. All the hot women I've seen on tv. Well, also men, but women are so hot dude..
I hadn't really thought about the immortal part of this. I got to live forever. Well, as long as I don't fuck up, in the eyes of the volturi. I don't know how my death will live out. If I'll get to do things I've dreamed of. I've always wanted people to look at me, and point. Not in a bad way. In an admiration type of way. I suppose, literally being a living dead girl, could prove useful. I can dress how I want, and not worry about things. It gives a weird amount of confidence.
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☽ 𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 ☾ 🇯. 🇭🇦🇱🇪
Vampir╰┈➤ ❝Cause I need you, Jas.❞ ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- ╰┈➤ ❝No you don't.❞ .・。.・゜✭・. A story, where he's not the monster anymore. She is.
