SHATTERED

Prologue

    "This violent delight has               violent ends

   And in their truimph die, like fire and powder

    which as they  kiss, consume."

Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 6.

         ~~ ~~ Preface ~~ ~~

             A girl with her clear, porcelain, white marble like skin was standing on a strong branch of a tree. The branch swinging with the air rythmically. Her red dress which was reminding her of blood was flowing with the air in violent motions. The dress was long but was cut in places with amazing, professional style. Flowing in layers with diamonds studded on it. It had brilliant red color. Tight in the chest and till her waist and suddenly loose with elegant layers. Her long, straight black hair were blowing sideways, unnaturally untangled. It was left down but was styled in the upper part. Diamond tiara studded in her black hairs. Sparkling and shining in her dark hairs, it looked worth a lot of amount, ancient.

            The girl had a type of dark aura weighing around her as if saying to 'stay away' from her. Her aura was dark and weighing something hard, pressing others down. Her unusually beautiful, big almond eyes looking around her surrounding, like a deer, observing everything without missing any single detail. Her eyes were framed with dark, long eyelashes. With straight eyebrows and unusual eye colour which seemed hypnotic. They were very beautiful, but something in them was very strange, just like the girl.

             Her eyes wandered over the tree right in front of her, capturing her attention. The big oak tree was standing tall with pride. The girl whispered, "Pride has a fall" and chuckled darkly at her humorous thoughts. The tree was wrapped with green moss with few vines entangling itself around the tree. Going round and round and wrapping itself around the dark brown, wet trunk. It looked like a lady in beautiful, long, green gown. The atmosphere had this wet, humid feel to it. Even though the weather was somewhat sunny, it felt chilly. She looked at the small golden beam making it's way through the leaves of the oak tree. A single golden beam. It danced around due to the swaying of the branches making the leaves move and block it's penetration. It was beautiful. Golden, bright, beautiful. Something the girl was supposed to stay away from. She wanted to stretch her fingers longingly, towards the beam thrown by the sun and to feel it on her hand. To feel the warmth spreading like webs. She felt the agonyzing pain at the thought of it. Ah! The pain, it was so familiar to her rather than the strange, alien beam of light. She looked away from the golden light flowing through the leaves. She felt the painful waves strike her at the thought of feeling the warmth. Everything in her body rejected warmth. All her body craved was coldness. The funny part was that she, through her heart, soul, mind craved for warmth. She shoved all her thoughts away in a deep, deep end of her mind and tried to distract herself from it but, her mind kept thinking of the warmth kissing her skin, the sunbeam lingering on her hand...

            The girl sighed tiredly, thinking again and again abput how unfair life was. About how she found it funny that when she felt that everything was going right, it all went wrong. She had tried to grasp the fact that she wasn't same and she needed to move on, but it just wasn't very successful. Her lips curved up slightly as she thought of her past. She knew she had an unknown side which could take her over anytime. She wasn't human. But even humans couldn't be called 'humans' anymore. All they cared for was money and their selfish needs. You could find very few humans who really cared. She felt a bit comfortable at the thought of it.

              The forest was very quiet. Not even a single sound was heard over the miles. Everything was quiet even the huge, widespread trees weren't whispering among themselves. The slow rustling sound which the girl found oddly comfortable was stolen. All she heard was her slow breathing. That was even heard because the girl pretended to be human and inhaled and exhaled through dead lungs. She knew that it was because of her. Wherever she went she had been called an outcast. But, after all she really was an outcast. She didn't belong in the daylight. Even, the animals knew better things for themselves. The silence hurt her, there was no where she belonged, no place she could call 'home'. She belonged nowhere. Even the night worlders avoided her presence. Consumed in her thoughts the girl didn't listen to the soft but painful whimpering. She looked around to find the source of the noise to find nothing. Something caught her eyes. A colour. A deep and dark colour. The colour - red.Blood. A trail of blood. Travelling through the forest over the leaves. So eye catchy. She stopped breathing. The blood looked fresh. As if that something through which the blood had flown had bled just now. She couldn't help but follow the train of blood as she landed on the ground. Her red dress looking odd at the green and brown floor. She looked odd. Her legs moved noiselessly, stealing from one place to another. She heard the whimpering sound get louder and somewhat irritating. Her eyes landed on a thing just for a second and flew to another until she finally found the source of the irritating, whimpering sound. A pure white rabbit was in the mouth ofthe predator. A fox. The fox's sharp teeth had toren through the delicate skin of tge rabbit. The fox's ears were up and were looking at the girl threatingly. Saying, 'This is mine'. The girl laughed at the fox and at it's idiocy and hissed. Her lips moving upwards and showing her white, deadly teeth. The fox threw the rabbit aside and ran away from the bigger threat. The rabbit landed on the leaves. It had red substance all over it covering most of it's white fur. The blood had flown rapidly as the damage was big. The flesh was torn badly with some of the muscles showing. The red colour and dark pink colour was in larger quantity that her eyes were becoming unfocused. She wasn't going to bite it. She had the mercy and humanity still in her body. No, who was she fooling? Herself? She knew she was a monster and had to accept the fact and live with it. She sighed and took a deep breath almost forgetting about the nrarly dead rabbit. As she sucked in the air, her nostrils flared, they breathed in the intoxicant smell of blood. To vampires blood was like drugs. They needed it but, unlike drugs they had to survive on it and it wasn't total addiction. Only half or more than that part was addictive. The remaining minor part was need. The smell spread slowly and painfully throughout her body. It was intoxicant and fresh. It was life - giver. It was rusty like corroded iron and metallic metal. It was so brilliant in taste that you could feel each taste differ. Like 0 positive was different. It was somewhat lighter than AB. AB was thick and took more time to suck. (If the girl was still human, she would have vomitted at the thought of it). The girls eyes were getting blurry and she was loosing her vision slowly. Her eyes going wild and cold. Her throat aching for killing. She was a predator, a huntress. All the thirst could easily be quenched. The ache, the pain would go away. Though, it wasn't as rich as human blood, it would do just fine. Her thirst was taking over. Revealing the girls true side. Her unremarkable beauty was dangerous. Her beauty killed. The girl was going crazy at the thought of blood. Out of control. Reminding her of the vampire horror movies she had seen as human. She remembered faint feelings of pity. She fought against her thirst and tried to remain to her conciousness. Her good side trying to fight evil side. But, something in her mind knew that her good side was loosing. She was loosing. She struggled hard to get out of her thirsty mind. All she remembered was blood and thirst and red and black and life and death and teeth and canines. Her eyes went out and she fell on ground. Unconcious.

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           The girl felt faint headache as she got up. She could feel her undesirableness about something. She looked up at the shining moon. Silver. Spreading a little light in the darkness. Her mind wandering back to the time and finding nothing. She thoughtfully touched her lips and felt a sticky, liquid substance on her lips. She tried to remember what it was. Water? Juice? What? Her fingers traced to the texture of it. She rubbed it in between her fingers and finally brought it to her eyesight. It was red. Red juice? She wondered. Why would I want red juice? Her mind seemed to not work properly. It made her feel dubious. A lot dubious. Nothing felt right. What is this red substance? Finally, in the moonlight, the dumb girl realized what it was. Making her eyes go wide and gasp in shock. She had done it again. Another kill. Another sin. Another life gone. Another soul stolen. She touched her head as if to stop all the buzzing in the brain. The forest was quiet. It was too quiet. There wasn't any wind. The moonlight spreading it's silver light every place it could reach. The girl in the silence, screamed. Wild, rough, thirsty, guilty, painful. So many countless feelings mixed in them. It was very blood screeching. Her scream was dry and she could see the bats fly in the silvery moon light like a dramatic horror movie. Chills ran down the girls spine as she saw the rabbit. It had cold eyes. No colour in them. Blank. All the blood drained out. Sucked. It looked like a punctured tire. It was so weak and vulnerable. Nothing was left of it anymore. Another kill to sum up thousands of life taken by her and adding to her burden of guilt. If there was someone else they had certainly forget their humanity, and consume themselves in this evilness, but, not her. She needed to end all of this. What was her second life worth if she didn't deserve it? She needed to do something. After all, there was no reason for her to be alive. She had no family, no friends, no love..... But, she had a friend. A brilliant friend!! The girl was quite. Really quite. Her mind was racing to a place she knew she could end all of this. She winced in agony and got up. Her red dress flowing as if a pool of blood in snow white marble skin. Flowing delicately in tge dark night. The girl's unordinary beauty was killer. The girl looked dangerously beautiful. Walking in the forest without a single sound. Smoothly, flawlessly. Her black hairs shined with silver light. Long and straight with elegance. Her soft, red lips curved slowly into an unconcious smile.This was the start of an amazing journey of her dark life.... Awaiting for her unknown destiny.... The girl walked on a mysterious path... Which changed her whole life....

A/N: Thank you for reading. Comment please. This is my first story with such a concept. Thank you again. I promise you a good story with a lot of emotions in it and you would never feel bored in it. It is not like vampire diaries with all dark stuff or like twilight with all romantic stuff. I promise you a story different from both of those. It competes with different feelings but, tragedy in most quantity. Thank you again for reading this authors note. Plus Stephanie meyer and L.J Smith are amazing writers, no offence meant. They are my inspiration in writing this book.

        Enjoy and keep on being you.

                                            - S.M