This is a draft of the beginning of an idea. I know it's pretty Twilighty but trust me, I have a story plan and it won't stay Twilighty. Not written anymore yet. Wanted to see what people thought of it so far, if it needs any work or anything please let me know. Constructive critism please.
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The piercing scream tore through the dark that surrounded the forest. It all happened too quickly. His grey eyes had shimmered in the moonlight, enticing me closer. His hand stretched out towards me. I took it, never breaking eye contact. He gently pulled me closer and with his free hand he stroked my cheek then ran his fingers slowly down, across my chin and to my collarbone. I shivered as a slight chill ran down my spine. Closing my eyes as I felt his cool lips graze my neck.
It wasn't until my uncle came running in that I realised the scream was real. And that it had been me,
"Calliena?! Are you okay? What happened?" His voice was fast paced, panicked. His eyes darted around the room searching for a reason to explain my loud, and obviously worrying, scream.
"I'm fine Uncle Nick, it was just a dream" I answered groggily,
"More like a nightmare" He mumbled and walked back to his room closing my door quietly behind him. After that, sleep was impossible. I was restless. I tossed and turned, trying to shake his face from my mind. When the icy breeze whipped my bare leg my wish was granted. No longer was he locked inside my head. Now my thoughts went to the open window by my bed. I swear it had been closed before I went to sleep. No one in their right mind would leave it open on a winter's night like this. I pulled myself up and glanced outside. The breeze hit me again making my eyelids flutter. When they finally stopped I could have sworn I saw a shimmer. Someone was watching me. I could feel it.
Without thinking I jumped out of bed and dashed down the stairs. I flung the front door open and, oblivious to the cold, I wandered barefoot across the wet ground to where I thought I had seen the glimmer from his eyes. But there was nothing, no one. I sighed.
Back in my room the feeling surrounded me again. I was being watched. This time I lay deadly still with my eyes closed tightly. I heard a creak and an almost silent mumble; whoever it was, they were cursing the noisy floorboard. Silence flooded my room again. I slowly opened my eyes. Cautiously I turned my head to the side. And there he was.
Stood perfectly still, staring at my pin-board full of photos, tickets, and memories, was a boy no more than a year older than me. He did not notice me looking at him. And although, I suppose, I should have been afraid of the intruder, I wasn't. I was intrigued by his face. It looked almost metallic in the moonlight. But it was his expression that intrigued me most. The concentration. As if he was trying to take in every little detail. The colour of every pinhead. Whether the smiles were fake or real. The amount of kisses at the end of postcards. Every now and then he would reach out, touch something on the board. But now his posture stiffened.
I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye. He mumbled, cursing again. He turned and faced me, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He looked thoughtful, trying to think of how to word something maybe.
Still I stared. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Even in the dark I could see how his cheekbones were perfectly defined and how his blond hair, so fair it was almost white, swayed with the breeze still coming from my window. He was undeniably beautiful. His eyes held me in such a way I didn't remember to breathe.
My eyes began to sting from being open so long. I gave in and blinked. But when I opened them again, he was no longer there. My eyes darted around the room; much like my uncle's had earlier. No sign of him. He was gone.
The next few days were a blur. My mind was constantly on that boy. Every night I stayed up as late as possible in hope of seeing him again. But after the fifth night of disappointment I convinced myself he must have been a dream.
"A dream" I thought to myself and sighed, it seemed too real to be a dream, too vivid. Would I really have remembered all those details if it was nothing but a dream? Frustrated I pulled the quilt up over my head, closed my eyes tightly and tried to forget about him completely. But he was there, in my mind, refusing to budge as usual.
I thought carefully about every detail of him that I could remember. His lips so pale you could barely see them against his almost translucent skin. The sparkle in his eyes when the moonlight hit them. The way that every muscle in his body seemed to tense when he noticed me staring at him.
I was so lost in my train of thought that when Maria, my auntie, called up the stairs for me I almost fell out of bed,
"Callie! Breakfast's out! You'll be late for school if you don't get up soon" Her voice was as cheery as always, nothing got Maria down.
I groaned and slowly stuck my foot out of the end of my quilt, testing the temperature. Too cold. I wrapped my duvet around me and shuffled around my room looking for clean pair of jeans and my usual gigantic black hoodie in the mess that I called my room. Finally successful I exchanged the quilt for the clothes and grabbed my bag, which as usual contained: My phone, two or three books that weren't on the school reading list, some eyeliner, a hair brush, my purse and a couple pens. After making sure I had everything I needed I strolled downstairs.
"Morning love, how are you feeling?" Maria asked, Nick was always at work by this time, so it was just me and Maria.
"Cold" I answered laughing at myself slightly, "And sleepy, I didn't sleep too well"
"I heard" She looked worried, "You scared me half to death last night you know, screaming like that. Must've been one scary dream"
