From Blank to Painted (an "Eclipse"-based Story)
Name: Cybil Gordons
Parent/s: mom is english dad is japanese, both dead
(Sibling/s:Danielle (Danie) Gordons
Sibling/ parent/s:Dad is dead (japanese), but mom is alive (american) different mom than Cybil)
School: Emilsville Public High School
(Sibling/s school: Emilsville Public Middle School)
(Sibling/s friend/s: everyone but the nerds)
Looks: Brown hair, brown eyes (at first), pretty face, black rectangle glasses
Grab Me and Hurt Me
I stared at his perfect face and I couldn't help but wonder what color his eyes were under those sunglasses. "Sure," I said.
"Cybil," warned Danie.
"It's fine, Danie," I told her. "Just go to the orphanage, I'll be there soon."
"Okay," said Danie, not convinced. But she turned and walked away regardless.
I turned back to the boy. "Let's go," I said, trying to flirt a little.
He held out his arm, and I put mine through it. We began walking.
We walked, and we walked, and we walked. Soon we were three blocks away from the school. I was getting worried. I really didn't know who he was.
"So, um ..." he turned to me. "Where ... where are we going?"
"Does it really matter?" he leaned closer, and exhaled on my lips. It was wonderful, his smell.
"Um ..." I said, trying to form a coherent frame of mind. "Yes?"
"No it doesn't," he told me, breathing on me again.
"I, uh ..."
"See?" he asked quietly, closer still "It doesn't really matter, does it?"
"Guess not," I mumbled.
"You guess right," he said.
And then he pulled back, and we started walking again, faster. I was still a little ditsy from that little conversation. Wow, I thought.
We rounded a corner and there was a car with tinted windows sitting on the next curb.
"Are we driving somewhere?" I asked, trying not to sound too light-headed.
He spun me around and pressed me up against the wall of a building. He leaned closer than ever. His lips almost touched mine.
"Do you care?" he asked.
"No," I breathed, dizzy. "I don't." I was so close ...
He put his hand on the small of my back. His hand was freezing!
"Can you make me warm?" he asked, getting just the tiniest bit closer.
"You bet," I whispered, and I kissed him.
I could feel his reluctance to be kissed, yet he had done most of the flirting. I put my free hand on the back of his head and kissed him viciously. My tongue went to his cheek.
I tried to free my other hand, but then his arm became an iron restraint.
I pulled back in terror. "What are you?" I pulled at my arm, terrified. His arm didn't let my hand budge.
I heard a sickening snap.
I screamed when I felt my hand break. "What do you want with me?"
"Shut up!" he hissed. He grabbed my other arm and spun it around to my back, so I couldn't move. I screamed again.
"I said shut up!" He said louder. His hand covered my mouth.
I felt the tears rush down my cheek and onto his hand, warm as they were against his skin. My glasses fogged up.
He pulled me over to the car, where he shoved me into the backseat. I yelped in pain.
He slammed the door, and suddenly he was in the front and we were driving off. I could feel how fast we were going.
"What are you going to do with me?" I screamed.
"Don't talk, just get down!" He yelled at me.
My window was down. I came up, despite his order, just in time to see us pass the orphanage.
Danie was on the steps, about to go in. "Danie! Help!" I cried. "Help me!"
And then he shoved me down and put my window up.
"I said get down!" he roared.
"Then what are you going to do with me?" I screamed.
"SILENT!" he ordered me.
I bit my lip as to stop my retort.
The car skidded to a stop somewhere - I couldn't see where because my head was below the window.
And my door was open. He grabbed me and we were in a house.
"What are you?" I repeated.
He removed his glasses.
I screamed in fright.
His eyes were vivid red.
"Let me go!" I screeched.
And he bit my elbow.
There was fire in my veins. The pain of my hand was suddenly lost in the pain of them burning me.
He must have set me down, because then the other people in the room circled me and told me that it would be over soon, that I shouldn't worry. They all had the same red eyes.
Weird. I hadn't even noticed that they were there until then.
In one part of my brain, I wanted the pain to end so that I could run away. But in the other part, I didn't, because as long as I was like this, Danie could come in and save me with the police or something.
I lost track of the hours I spent screaming. Over the time, though, the people around me drifted away as if bored. Only a few stayed. But eventually they left me, too.
The pain was starting to fade. This terrified me and relieved me at the same time.
And all of a sudden, it was over, and I was strong.