We get to do a creative response to a novel. I chose twilight because I wanted to read it. Meyer cannot write, reading her work is like reading something after Joey from friends has had a go on thesauras feature on microsoft word, but no matter. I did the same in a few places, as a sort of private joke to myself, but now you're included in this, lucky you.
Okay, so I wrote this from the point of view of Edward Cullen, a character I actually like, cause he's actually well written and quite cool, as opposed to Bella, the whiney main cahracter. God, she irritates me. I need to do commentary for this aswell, but that isn't due in tomorrow, unlike this.
I made Bella less whiney, partially because writing a character that whiney and annoying would make me want to shoot myself, but also partially because Edward Cullen was a bit of a retard, cause he fell madly in love with Whiney McWhineyson, so he must have been oblivious to the Whineyness. I like to believe Bella wasn't that whiney, just in her head, but you never know.
I still don't know what I'm going to call this. I want to call it a pun, but I can't think of anything. Perhaps "Dawn" which is like "Twilight" but the other end of the day....nah...that's gay.
Anywho...enough rambling, here is my coursework (:
I stubbornly walked up to the front door of the restaurant and held the door open for her. She looked at me for a moment and exhaled, but she went in. I smiled to myself for a second and then followed her in, I had won this one, I usually did, but like me, she was also infuriatingly intractable.
I glanced around when I entered, there was a few humans occupying a couple of slightly askew wooden tables, but the place wasn’t excessively busy. The crooked wooden floorboards, the cream walls with navy dashboards and the open fire on the far side of the room gave the place a homely feel. However, The vintage style posters and signs on the walls made the restaurant seem quite tacky. Evidently, Bella hadn’t taken in any of this. For all she knew, I could have taken her to Antarctica and she would never have guessed.
A woman came to greet us at the door, by the looks of her she was quite young, and she warmly greeted us. I was polite back and asked for a table for two, and for some reason Bella seemed to be a little bothered by this. Again, I felt my lips twitch involuntarily upwards.
The waitress began directing us to a table, and Bella followed her. I followed Bella, but at all times maintaining the personal distance of a few inches, as I did at all times. If she touched me, she would feel the icy cold contact of my skin. In a room that must have been warm, as the humans had all happily shed their coats and jackets, and the fire in the corner of the room was quite large, I knew this would only enhance her suspicions, and I wasn’t quite ready to confess the truth about what I was.
The waitress had led us to a table in the centre of the room, which I wasn’t happy with; this area was over-populated. Bella had begun to sit down, so I quickly intervened.
“Perhaps something more private?” I murmured to the hostess, inconspicuously slipping her a tip. She agreed and led us to an area of unoccupied ring of booths. It was perfect. We took our seats, and I gazed intently at Bella. Her eyes were full of amusement and mischief to which I replied in my expression with an inquisitive look.
“You shouldn’t dazzle people like that.” She said, with an element of mocking in her tone.
This completely confused me. “Dazzle people?” I asked.
“Yes. You must know the effect you have on people.” She replied, palpably still highly amused by this little private joke of hers.
“I dazzle people?” I asked, still utterly bewildered by this outburst.
“Yes. You always get what you want, have you not noticed no one else does?”
I saw an opportunity here, and I took it. “Do I dazzle you?”
She broke our eye contact, and looked down to her lap, her soft, long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, hiding her face, which had started to blush. “Frequently” she replied quietly. I was satisfied.
Another girl, different from the one who had shown us the table came over and introduced herself, and like the other girl, she was overly warm, it was a little sickening. I glanced over at Bella, and ordered a couple of drinks without taking my eyes away from her, and she bustled off back into wherever these employees went when they weren’t with a customer.
I felt another wave of concern sweep over me. I was still waiting for Bella to go into shock, any normal person would have done so already, but the sight of her when I found her with them still puzzled me. She looked as if she was concentrating very hard on something, not as if she was fearful. I knew she didn’t exactly know what her potential attackers had been thinking, like I had, but she must have still had some idea. I made a mental note to ask her about it later, but right now I needed to be sure she wasn’t going to pass out from the shock, I decided to wait until she had eaten.
“Are you alright?” I asked, I must have looked more concerned than I would have liked to let on, because when she answered she looked a little perplexed.
“Yes” she answered, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Are you sure? You don’t feel like you’re going to faint?”
“Am I supposed to?” She looked even more puzzled more, her eyebrows knitting tighter together.
“I’m expecting that you are going to go into shock,” I explained.
Her eyebrows returned to their normal position and she paused for a second. “I think I’ll be fine, I have a habit of bottling my feelings up inside, and repressing unpleasant things.”
“Same here.” I smiled for a second, but I was even more unsettled inside now. She was exactly like me, just more prone to danger. I knew that if she got too close to me, that wouldn’t exactly help her case of the “damsel in distress.” I knew that I shouldn’t be here, let alone befriending her to begin with, but I couldn’t help myself. I was addicted, and I knew that my morality could fail me, and I could kill her. Yet I was prepared to put her in this position. I truly was a monster.
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