My story is more beautiful. There. was looking at Twilight. I know, bad thoughts. Only that I have nothing better to do than to think: you could not come up with something better from that sea of good ideas?
Because, let's face it, for there are many good ideas. Even a simple review of the figure of the Vampire.
These vampires are as fast as a Ferrari, as a strong T-Rex after a prolonged session in the gym and, oh, terribly fascinating. These are their hunting weapons, as far as I know. I'm not a fan, are not even arrived in the middle of Twilight and yes, I saw the film, but in the film, for reasons of time and budget, we always omit some technical details.
But anyway, in short, these vampires are awesome. Cool. My Own Private Idaho. A little 'as my Sev, just that you look good with Snape to capture its beauty, but with these vampires immediately evident. But what makes them great is they are not bad. At least, not Cullen. Vampires are vegetarians themselves. And then, can not be shown because the sun does not vanish in a puff of smoke or incinerate or weaken, but because they shine like diamonds. And her eyes are changing idea beautiful.
Then, the Werewolves. Able to develop more or less whenever they want, they lose control when they are angry. The only hateful thing I've read (on Wikipedia, so do not know if it's true) is that they cut their hair because long hair is more and more it is the fur, and fur too voluminous them packaging. But this is only hateful if, like me, you like guys with long hair, so this too is ok.
Mannari Vampires and hate each other.
And amidst all this happen to Bella.
Bella seems to me quite a character. Balance problems when Tonks, some hint of sarcasm, not too adventurous, white as a corpse, even if he lived in was a sunny day and night, is a magnet for friends at school do not all turn to look at because it is not Where's My Car a blinding everyone with his beauty ... it is definitely not Mary Sue. is normal.
Forks is a city rainy and foggy, without a shred of sunlight.
But the fact that Edward go to school with her ruin everything. From all this you could get a romantic novel, but the tone a bit 'gothic. Not a mushy mezzapippa cooked from school. Why is the school environment that ruin everything. HP in the school is the home of Harry, in practice, and is the place full of magic and mystery. In Twlight school is what it is for all children: the staid building on which it focuses all of our hatred. It is not suitable for a first meeting, not really.
Now, I'll write my first encounter between Bella and Edward. That are not quite OOC, but because I do not like Meyer's IC.
Bella knew she should not go into the woods. His sense of direction was not able to find their way home. From How long to walk? Very. Night had fallen, and who knows what wild animals were roaming through the trees.
It was a stupid idea to take a walk there. He intended to stay close to the edge of the forest, but then, as always lost in thought, had gone too far.
was now desperate. felt tears pressing behind his eyes, trying to make their way to get out and wet her face.
Then she saw him. A castle on a hill nearby. At least he could spend the night indoors.
How to want to encourage, a drop of rain reached up a hand. And then another and another. A bolt of lightning tore the sky, immediately followed by a deafening thunder.
Bella hastened to head towards the castle.
Once on the hill, however, he realized that a high iron gate, too high to climb over, obstructing the path. There was no sign of rust on the bars. The castle was in excellent condition, as if someone take care of them.
Not really hoping, and drove to his surprise, the gate opened. Racing to get to the door.
Then it struck you, and found himself on the ground. Ma .. a moment. A wooden door could not be so soft
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Aklzò eyes and held his breath: in front of her was a boy, who was to have roughly the same age. He knew he was in trouble, even the way he looked, only hatred and contempt in those eyes the color of honey. But could not help but think that he was beautiful.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Who are you? >> He asked, just unfriendly.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bella ... Bella Swan. >> Bella said, stumbling on words.
A girl came up beside the boy. She also had to have roughly the same age.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Edward, who later ... >> Began, but stopped when he saw Bella. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh. Hello. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hmm ... Hello. >> Bella said, embarrassed as it had ever been in his life. It had gone out of embarrassing moments.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I am Alice Cullen, and the nose in here beside me is my brother Edward. Who are you? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bella Swan. >> Repeated Bella.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come on, get up. >>. Alice held out his hand, which Bella agreed. That the girl was instinctively sympathetic, far more than Edward.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come with us, you're as wet as a chick. Need asiugarti. >> Followed
Bella and Alice Edwards, always quiet and obnoxious, inside the castle.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So what brought you here? >> Alice asked, as they passed in a corridor lit only by torches.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm lost in the forest. >> Bella admitted. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;And my phone has decided that the battery is discharged just when I needed it. >> Added. She trembled, she did not know if the cold or fear. That castle was inquitante. Who knows, maybe there were in the basement with instruments of torture ... shivered even more. The other two probably thought it was just the cold.
About ... them that we were doing in that castle? We lived? It seemed so, judging by the confidence with which they moved through the corridors. Bella had already forgotten which side had turned the last time. But who were they? He had never seen. The girl had told Alice Cullen chimeras. Cullen ... a light bulb came on in the brains of Bella. Charlie had spoken of a certain Dr. Carlisle Cullen worked there in Forks, who with his wife Esme had adopted four children and had two in custody. A great man, said Charlie. But because he lived in a castle? In short, it was not the most peaceful place to live.
And history goes on. More than a house with all the windows (it would be ideal for those who love the sun), but a beautiful castle lit by torches. And Edward romantic who wins more than once. Quiet, sarcastic, dark, nasty, clever. That is hard to fall in love.
Ok, the story would take some characters' Snarrystici, but it would be much nicer. And after this year I end up writing to pack my stuff. Trascloco Wednesday. I shudder at the thought.
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