Hi Guys!!
Eeeeeeek!! So this is the prolouge & first chapter of my book, Beyond the Grave.
Its alot of backstory so that people can get to grips with some of the main characters before the story pulls you in.
which I hope it does. CROSS FINGERS. it gets really into the story by chapter 3. STICK WITH IT.
i would also really LOVE some comments... I'd like to know if you like it, EVEN MORE if you hate it...(come on can take criticism!) and whether you think I should continue uploading it...
Just quickly FYI....its not a "twilight" sort of vampire book (props. to S. Meyer because i like the books) but most vampires have to be more like dracula than edward cullen. not all but most. this book is about both types. and vampires are driven by instinct, lust and impulse right? so expect that to happen... ALOT
lots of love =)
E. itsallaboutstyle
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I don't remember any pain when I died, I think all the nerve-endings in my body were so traumatised that I simply shut down any pain receptors. I remember the car; it was one of those boy-racer hatchbacks with a massive front bumper that looked as though it was touching the road. I remember the frightened face of the boy, when he took a corner too fast and spun out and then idiotically, pressed the accelerator instead of the break. I remember the worried crowd behind me at the pedestrian crossing gasping and shouting 'call an ambulance'. And I remember thinking
'oh shit. This is going to hurt'.
But it didn't. I remember being disappointed, I was kind of expecting one of those life-flashes before my eyes moments, but it never happened. Don't get me wrong- I did think about my family and my best friends, but their faces all merged into one giant smiling, loving face as the car, now facing sideways with its tyres screeching, ploughed into me and trapped me against some railings at what seemed a million miles an hour. I remember that I couldn't feel my legs, but I could feel my life pouring out of me steadily just below my bellybutton, I could feel my organs shutting down one by one, my kidneys, my liver, and my lungs and heart at the same time. I remember taking in my last staggered, rough breath and my heart beating its final contraction and feeling the remaining blood in my veins being pushed round that tiny bit more. My brain swam and the rest...well, the rest, as they say, was darkness.
Trust me, Phoebe Gaia Lorre, to be standing right at the edge of the pavement. Trust me to be rushing home from school because I HAD to get changed before going out again, after all- it was a Friday. I am, well was, the most unlucky person I knew; perpetually clumsy, always wreaking havoc- and the only person in the world who, as a term of endearment, was nicknamed 'Chaos'. I was an average 18 year old, drowning in a sea of A-Levels, friend drama, getting into university, numerous hobbies, going to pubs and lusting after boys. My friends, probably would have disagreed with average- I had a sarcastic sense of humour, quick wit, a flair for all theatrical, prone to over-dramatise things and mood swings. I was popular, not in the way that the leggy blondes were- I was liked for me, not out of fear. Most of the popular crowd liked me because I was, I suppose, fun- always up for a laugh or a party. The unpopular crowd liked me because I was never overtly mean to them, if I am honest some of them were freaks, but they loved me as long as I didn't say that (or anything like it) to their faces and didn't snub them and pretend they weren't there like so many others. The stoners and emos liked me because, for a short while I was one of them- and I didn't consider them all drop out losers. The drama and music goons liked me because, hell, in my heart of hearts I was kindred spirits with them. And finally, my group of friends liked me because I was loyal; I had a clear sense of right and wrong and was often incredibly funny without intending to be.
