MusicSince time began, we turn to music,
It stirs something deep within;
The song that zips like a hummingbird,
Filling your heart with ecstasy,
The low sorrowful tune
That with every slow note feels your pain,
Energy you don't have.
They say silence is beautiful though that must be a lie
If silence were truely golden
We wouldn't turn to music to block it out
Gertrude is not like the CullensYou have no idea how long it takes me to get ready in the mornings. It's a good thing I have all night.
"So you're like the Cullens?" he asked uncertainly
"No. Not in the least." I answered, "Frankly I find that question quite offensive."
"Er, sorry it's just, you know... wierd..."
"I know that." My voice had morphed into some sort of monotonal deadpan, although, in all fairness, that was the least of my worries
"Soooo... if you're not like the Cullens does that mean..." he shuffled, embarassed, "does that mean you've er..."
"Well that's not really my style." I smirked, "I don't need to kill people, do I?"
"What about... blood and stuff?"
"It's complicated." I saw that he opened his mouth to speak and anticipated his comment,"Not animal blood." I sighed.
To be honest I'm not sure what's worse - the traditional vampire stereotypes or the shiny (quite litterally in fact) new models. The shiny guys are certainly more pleasant, and it's actually quite funny to see
SpoilersPlease don't tell me what happens
After this life
Don't spoil the book for me,
I haven't got to the ending yet
And I'd much rather work it out for myself