Chapter Two
Albert’s mother was horrified at the sight of her son when he came staggering out into the kitchen like his father a drunk to the very end. Margery thought it was in fact her dead husband back from the grave. Why did you leave me Margery dear? C‘mon tell me? You think you were to good for me is that it? I‘ll make you pay, my sweet Margery. She had gripped the nearest thing to hand. A glass vase which she had bought at an op shop for 10 dollars a year ago. “Ma” the voice sounded slurred. She tightened her grip upon the vase. Until her knuckles were a milky white colour. As the kitchen door burst upon she let out a scream and threw the vase blindly, it smashed harmlessly against the wall. She had her eyes tightly shut only when she heard the familiar voice of her son did she open them. Her fear turned to shock. Here her one and only son stood. With a bloody knee and grinning like a stupid thug. With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “What on earth have you been doing Albert?” she inquired her mouth was an O shape in awe. “Oh Jacob and his mates whaled on me and Mitch” Albert said off-handily. He went to sit on his chair. Margery pulled him back with surprising strength. “Wait, Jacob Tyson?” she said thoughtfully. “The one and only” Albert said solemnly turning reluctantly to meet his Mother‘s caring gaze. “Zach was the one who kicked me in the mouth” Albert added. Margery quickly dashed towards the phone. “What are you doing, Mum? You can’t ring their house. They’ll kill you!” Albert said. Lumbering over towards his Mum where she was already dialing Zach’s house. Albert watched intently at the phone’s ringing sound. He was praying that no one would be home. His prayer wasn’t granted. “Yes hello, this is Margery from up the street. My son has informed me that your son kicked Albert in the head rather in the mouth. Is this true?” Margery said inquisitively. Albert leaned closer in to the earpiece. He was virtually leaning over his Mum and one wrong imbalance could bring all his 105 kilogram weight crashing down upon her, possibly breaking her back as easily as breaking a Kit Kat in half. There was silence. Albert held his breath in suspense.

Mitch enjoyed a nice hot shower when he returned home. He mentioned nothing about the incident with Jacob’s gang. His mother was watching some boring Elvis movie and she stared like a drooling zombie at the TV screen. She only grunted a greeting and continued watching the movie. Mitch’s Dad was sitting on a stool at the window. He was peering out the shutter upon the nearly black street. A few of the street lights were already on. They looked like lighthouse beacons fruitlessly fending away the inevitable shroud that was the imminent night. “Dad” Mitch said in puzzlement as to why his Father would be staring outside the window like some sick elderly paedophile. At the sound of his voice his Dad nearly fell off his chair. He cursed wildly swinging his arms around like he was attempting to juggle imaginary balls without much luck. He eventually got himself under control. Mitch watched this with little amusement. He stared coolly at his Father who stared right back at him. His eyes showed the same fear that Mitch had seen on that very hot summers day so long ago. “I. Must be going now Mitch. Its been a long day” Mitch’s Dad said slowly getting up and shuffling awkwardly up the stairs.

Hi, so I have writers block on my novel and can’t seem to get passed it but I still want to write so I thought writing a fan fic would be relaxing – I was right, lol – anyway the past that has *** beside it should be in italic font. So, what do you think?

“Jacob called again,” mom shouted from the kitchen. I do not know why she was in there they never used it except when granddad came over and she was trying to look ‘human’.

“I’ll call him later, mom.” I replied with no intention of doing it. Why did he have to tell me about them? Pulling out the music sheet dad forced me to play every night from my school backpack I relocated from the living room window to the stool by the grand piano. I don’t even know why I was bothering to try. I never inherited my ‘musical talents’ from my father’s side of the family but it made him happy to see me play and that’s all that mattered. Propping the wrinkled sheet against the gold music stand my fingers ran over the ivory keys. I looked around to make sure no one was present and I gently tapped the first key.

“Oh god, my ears.” Uncle Emmett was beside me in two seconds flat, his hands above his head pleading with the skies. “Make her stop.”
“Funny,” I said but I knew he was right there was no way I was ever going to learn this. I pulled the sheet down and walked past him with my head dipping.
“Oh, come on Nessie, I was fooling around,” he begged, “Come back you’ve only begun.”
“Go annoy, Jasper,” I shouted back in return.

When I entered the kitchen, Mom was cooking her signature dish of Chicken Enchiladas and I knew Granddad Charlie must be due soon.
“I didn’t know Granddad was coming?” I said, opening the white cupboard doors and pulling out two plates.

“Aunt Alice is away to pick him up just now,” Mom replied. “I think he has some news for us.” She hurried from the sink to the stove as she hummed away merrily. I knew she loved feeling human again whenever she got the chance and any other day I would love to sit at the kitchen table and watch her, but not today. No, not after what Jacob had told me.

“Mom, can I pass on dinner?” I asked hoping she would turn around and I could melt her with the same look I used on dad with the help of my chocolate brown eyes.
“Darling,” she began still rushing about the large kitchen, “You haven’t seen Granddad for a while now. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said looking down at the marble tiles, “I have a test at school I have to study for.”

How could I tell her the truth? How was I supposed to tell her that the man I loved just broke my heart by telling me, he once loved my mom? Stupid Jacob Black. I hated him for what he just told me. However, I couldn’t just switch my feelings off; I loved him also. A tear ran down my face as mom came and sat her cold white hand upon my shoulder.

“It’s okay to be excused tonight, sweetheart. You go study for that test.” She kissed my head and a chill ran through my body. My mother never asked me much about my problems; she knew how it felt to be asked repeatedly about something and never wanting to open up. She always knew how to make my problems better without having to dig around to find out what was wrong. However, she wouldn’t be able to solve this one. Not this time.

Back in the familiar surroundings of the cottage, I made my way into my tiny bedroom. The walls in here reflected my mood they were dark purple and the swirls on them looked like the constant dark clouds that hovered over Forks. I fell onto my bed, switched on my music player, and placed the buds into my ears and turned the volume up full blast, hoping the noise would distract my brain from recalling the moment Jacob told me.

Italic font*** It was sunny outside and I had to screen my eyes with my hand so I could see him coming towards me. My heart fluttered as he came closer and closer. Abby – my best friend – was complaining about how lucky I was to be dating someone so gorgeous. I ignored her and concentrated on Jacob. The way he walked, talked, and smiled always sent my heart into overdrive. He had been around me for as long as I could remember and it just felt right to be near him.

I lifted my hand to wave at him only stopping when I realised he wasn’t making his way towards me. I watched in horror as he simply strolled past without noticing me, and into very young looking arms, of my mother.

“Bella,” he said, picking her up and twirling her.
“Jake,” she cried. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He placed her down on the sidewalk and gently took her hands, “It’s always been you. You’re the one I’m meant to be with. Does your offer still stand to run away?”
“Jacob, I can’t just leave my daughter or my family but I will find a way to be with you.”

The space between them closed in as Jacob bent down and kissed her lips, transformed, and ran away. I called after him but it was no use, I was invisible, to him at least. My mother walked ove
. My mother walked over to me and took my hand.
“Don’t worry Nessie,” she said. “It was always supposed to be this way.”*** Italic font end!

I woke up with tears running down my face and soaking my pillow. The music, I had fallen asleep to, was skipping on a track. I pulled the buds out my ears and threw them on the floor. I heard low mumbling coming from the living room area and realised it must be late if dad and mom were back; dad was hunting today and said he wouldn’t be back until nightfall. Not wanting to cause a scene – dad already had a dislike for Jacob, this would just make it worse- I fell back onto my single wooden bed and traced the engraving on the headboard, ‘look after my heart, I’ve left it with you.’
Yes, I have 2 chapters…so far!

You can read them @ www.bitten.proforums.org its a twilight fansite and Im going to add it there x

Hi, so I’m bored and wanted to write something. So here it is. What do you think? It is in Renesmee point of view.

Thanks x

“Jacob called again,” mom shouted from the kitchen. I do not know why she was in there they never used it except when granddad came over and she was trying to look ‘human’.

“I’ll call him later, mom.” I replied with no intention of doing it. Why did he have to tell me about them? Pulling out the music sheet dad forced me to play every night from my school backpack I relocated from the living room window to the stool by the grand piano. I don’t even know why I was bothering to try. I never inherited my ‘musical talents’ from my father’s side of the family but it made him happy to see me play and that’s all that mattered. Propping the wrinkled sheet against the gold music stand my fingers ran over the ivory keys. I looked around to make sure no one was around and then I gently tapped the first key.

“Oh god, my ears.” Uncle Emmet was beside me in two seconds flat, his hands above his head pleading with the skies. “Make her stop.”

“Funny,” I said, but I knew he was right there was no way I was ever going to learn this. I pulled the sheet down and walked past him with my head dipping.

“Oh, come on Nessie, I was fooling around,” he begged, “Come back you’ve only begun.”

“Go annoy, Jasper,” I shouted back in return.

When I entered the kitchen, Mom was cooking her signature dish of Chicken Enchiladas and I knew Granddad Charlie must be due soon.

“I didn’t know Granddad was coming?” I said, opening the white cupboard doors and pulling out two plates.

“Aunt Alice is away to pick him up just now,” Mom replied. “I think he has some news for us.” She hurried from the sink to the stove as she hummed away merrily. I knew she loved feeling human again whenever she got the chance and any other day I would love to sit at the kitchen table and watch her, but not today. No, not after what Jacob had told me.

“Mom, can I pass on dinner?” I asked hoping she would turn around and I could melt her with the same look I used on dad with the help of my chocolate brown eyes.

“Darling,” she began still rushing about the large kitchen, “You haven’t seen Granddad for a while now. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said looking down at the marble tiles, “I have a test at school I have to study for.”

How could I tell her the truth? How was I supposed to tell her that the man I loved just broke my heart by telling me, he once loved my mom? Stupid Jacob Black. I hated him for what he just told me. However, I couldn’t just switch my feelings off; I loved him also. A tear ran down my face as mom came and sat her cold white hand upon my shoulder.

“It’s okay to be excused tonight, sweetheart. You go study for that test.” She kissed my head and a chill ran through my body. My mother never asked me much about my problems; she knew how it felt to be asked repeatedly about something and never wanting to open up. She always knew how to make my problems better without having to dig around to find out what was wrong. But, she wouldn’t be able to solve this one. Not this time.
oops I din’t even notice that lol x
I do write my own but I have writers block at the moment and just can’t seem to get passed it x