Ghost - a half human half vampire story~PG-13

This is about Amelie, a half vampire half human girl who is different in a lot of ways to Renesmee. She was created, like a vampire, however the venom didn't have time to spread completely, leaving her part human. She is subject to uncontrolable rages in which she kills hundreds of people with out meaning to. It is set around the time of Eclipse.

Disclaimer - All the characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. All of the characters that are made by me are mine. The story is also mine, as far as I know.

Also, my other completed Fan Fictions, FINAL IMPRINT (Seth and Makayla's Story) and LONE WOLF GIRL

All three (Ghost, frozen Tears and Broken Promises) are all completed so there are PDF files that you can read instead of using the contents which are very unreliable. XD

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Ghost - Book One

Ghost: Ghost.pdf

Contents:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 , Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20 , Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34 , Chapter 35 , Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39 , Chapter 40, , Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43

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Una Nuova Vita By Ellie (Book One and A Half)

The complety amazing and wonderful Ellie has started writing Ghost in Alec's point of view. You should definitely check it out - it is twenty-billion times better than Ghost and it's updated more! (Two for one, what a bargain).

Go here: http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/group/fanfiction/forum/topics/una-nu...

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Frozen Tears - Book Two

PDF File: Frozen Tears.pdf

Contents:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20

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Broken Promises - Book Three

PDF file is here: Broken Promises.pdf

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The Effects of The Storm - Book Four

Thanks to Rhia for the banner above! x

Below is the PDF file of what I've written of The Effects of The Storm. I will update that everytime I write a new chapter now. IGNORE the links, they are all broken and no matter how many times I fix them, they will stay broken.

The Effects Of The Storm14.pdf

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

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Ghost

Chapter 1

I heard my Dad pause outside my door, I thought he was going to come in, but then I heard a meow. Oh, my cat must be outside.

“I need another bookcase.” I said to him.

His response came quickly, “No you don’t I’m sure there’s enough room on your current one.”

He came into my room, his eyes twinkling, he too, turned to look at my colossal bookshelf, which covered the whole of the wall.

“Look, Dad!” I point to the books neatly stacked at the bottom because they couldn’t fit, “They have no room at all!”

Dad smiled at me, “I’m sure you could create a bookshelf on your floor like that.”

I mock-glared at him, and whined, “Daaaad, you know I can’t. You have a day off tomorrow, can’t you build me one then?”

“I will put it on my to-do list.”

I moaned, my Dad’s to-do was about a mile long, and went from jobs that dated years back (painting the bathroom) to very recent jobs (extending the garage). If my bookshelf was put on his to-do list, it would never get done.

“There’s room there!” I pointed to the only spare wall above my bed, “You can build me one like my old room had. You know, the simple wood nailed to the wall, or whatever.”

“No, they had a terrible design. I will think long and hard about it.”

I could tell he was joking, but I followed him out of my room and down the hallway, “Think about it now and then do it tomorrow. It’s supposed to be raining so you can’t do any brick laying. You have all day to build me a bookshelf!”

I had stopped walking, Dad paused at the top of the stairs, “I will put it on my to-do list.”

I groaned and pretended to sulk. I could hear my Dad laughing, I joined in with him.

I knew it was going to get done, either tomorrow or over the weekend. There were two reasons I was positive of this: First, I was an only child and my Dad loved to see me smile, so he did a lot of stuff for me, and second, I was a wildly volatile half vampire half human girl, who with no warning, could massacre a whole village if I got angry. I got most things done for me.

I suppose I felt a bit guilty about being able to have pretty much anything done for me because people were terrified I would eat them, but they were right to worry. Of course, when I got angry, I didn’t mean to kill people, it just happened. And I regretted it deeply later. I always tried to console the families, however they ran away screaming every time they saw me. Sometimes this made me angry and I would kill the rest of them, so I gave up trying to help.

I had never killed someone close to me though. But seeing as I didn’t have any friends, I was an only child and my Mum had been murdered four years ago, my Dad was the only one close to me.

There was one major advantage of being me though. I was born with a very advanced mind. Which meant I had gone to school for a year, but at the end of that year, I knew everything my Dad knew so there was no need to continue my schooling. The Government accepted this and after that they stayed well away from my Dad and I.

Actually, I thought, staring and my bookcase, if someone wanted to hurt me, my books would be a very good place to start.

I loved my books, they were my only companions really. I loved my Dad to pieces, but he was still a Dad. My books consoled me, because they showed me fragments of lives that were so much worse than mine. Even if all of them were fictional.

I was completely sure what the name of my species was, I supposed that technically zombie was the most accurate, because I was dead but then I was saved by the kiss of a vampire.

I absentmindedly rubbed the crescent-shaped scar on my neck. I had never met that vampire who brought me back to life. I’m not that bothered either. Dad said she was nice, with short, black hair, he said she looked more like a pixie than a vampire.

Waking up from being dead, now there was an unpleasant experience. Imagine pins and needles. Now imagine that times a thousand. You now sort of understand how uncomfortable being brought back was.

I slumped onto my bed, murmuring apologies to my cat, Hazel, and turned my iPod on to some random noise. I never really got into music. It was always just background noise, quiet unnerved me. I opened my current book, an enjoyable book about demons. It was relaxing change from the endless romance that made up most of my books. I don’t think the main character in this book was even capable of love. He seemed cold.

I’d already had dinner, so there were no more disturbances that evening. It took me a couple of hours to finish my book, but I stayed up late thinking about stuff. I did it a lot. I talk to myself in my mind. Well, I speed talk. So it was about one in the morning when I finally turned my light off.

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Permalink Reply by Alyscia on April 14, 2009 at 6:48pm

omg i love your story i cant believe her dad is dead..and those were the cullens, alice so changed her right?

Permalink Reply by Charlotte on April 15, 2009 at 5:00am

Chapter 4

Cool hands were touching my forehead. It felt strangely nice, but very odd. I felt almost dumb, but then the feeling returned and I realised that the ‘cool’ hands weren’t cool at all, they were freezing. It felt like they had just been put in a box of ice water.

I opened my eyes and saw seven pairs of curious amber eyes and one pair of chocolate brown staring down at my face.

“I told you that she would be fine Alice. She just had a bit of a shock,” it was the blond haired man who had helped me at the station.

“Hello. You helped me earlier. Do you want your money?” My brain was going slowly. Trying to suppress the things that I really didn’t want to face.

“No, no. It’s fine. We found you passed out a doorstep. I’m a doctor so I brought you here to check that you were alright.”

“What happened? Were you following me?” I demanded weakly, by brain still felt like it was floating.

“No, I just happened to be in the area. Well, when I say ‘I’ I mean my daughter Alice here.” He motioned at the tiny thin girl with the short black hair.

She smiled at me, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes, “Hi. Are you okay now? I was really worried when I found you. You looked almost dead.”

“I’m fine,” I assured her. Then a less pleasant thought crossed my mind. I had woken up from situations when people thought I was dead before… “Is my house alright? I mean, is it still standing?”

Most of the people looked confused, not surprising really, none of them knew me. Or what I was. Carlisle said, “It’s still standing.”

Oh good, I hadn’t lost control then. It was a possibility. Seeing my Dad like that…it could bring on and never ending fit. I was surprised it didn’t. My hands clenched, I wanted so badly to kill the people who did it. Who left me on my own. Could I be more alone now.

Being a half vampire-half human hybrid isn’t usually so bad. When I’m with someone I love it can actually be fun. No one to tell me what to do, yet I have company and everything. Could I be more alone than I am now?

I felt my control slipping, but instead of anger, it was just sweet, numbing blackness. Nothing could hurt me while I was like this. I happily entered it, letting it consume all of my worries, problems and my past. It took everything away, and left me numb.

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I don’t scare easily. Waking up in a room full of strangers doesn’t scare me, mainly because I know that I can get away. I can fight them if I need to.

However having nowhere to escape to, now that is a terrifying thought. That’s why I hate planes so much. If I lose control on a plane, everyone dies. Including me. So when I woke up again and I realised that I was on a plane, fear bubbled up inside me.

Fear was not good. It brought on fits easily. I could feel it coming. I had escaped twice, I couldn’t do it again. I started gasping in air. Trying to settle my heart. Trying with all my might to control it all. But, as usual, I couldn’t.

I jumped up onto my feet and the amber-eyed people looked up at me in surprise, which changed into an unidentifiable emotion when they read the feelings spelled out across my face. But instead of screaming they stood their ground. That would make them easier to kill.

But before I could even take a step I was lying on the floor, my arms were being held tightly down. I tried to move, but I couldn’t, god these people were strong! They were unbelievably strong. Especially as one of them was tiny Alice, but she was holding my leg down so I hard I thought it would break.

I fought with all my strength. I could look back in my anger, and not feel bad for what I had done. A feat that was impossible when I was human. I could see all the bodies of the people I had killed. I saw the mourning of their families. I saw the houses and livelihoods of people that I destroyed with a second thought. I saw it all and revelled in it. This was were I belonged in the world. This is what I meant to do.

If only these annoying things would let me up so I could kill them and be done with it. What sort of vampire was I if I couldn’t defeat even strong humans. And then the voice of reason came whispering in my head. The voice that calmed me down.

You aren’t a vampire. You’re only half vampire. The other half is human. Return to it. It’s the place you can belong without loathing of what you have become. And vampires aren’t evil. Remember when you died? Remember the faces of your parents when they realised that there was nothing they could do to save their only daughter. And then that vampire came. She brought you back because of the pain that death caused. Even though people die all the time, she wanted to stop it. To stop the pain. And yet this is how you repay her, for giving you a chance for life? You should return to who you were. Who you still are.

The voice that liked the killing replied with such a force it dazed me, making my eyes bright with tears as it screamed in my head.

NO! NO! REMEMBER WHAT HUMANS DID TO YOU! Remember your Dad. He was killed by humans, this is paying him back. This will avenge him. Find and kill the people who have killed your family. Your last family.

You would have more family. So much more family, if you had never embraced the monster. Greg would be alive, you would have friends. You can still have that. Come back to the human side. There are people who would take you in and care for you. Somewhere in the world there are good people.

The voices continued in this way, but the human voice was winning. My anger was diminishing, leaving me with the memory of the pleasure I felt at killing those people. I would have shivered, but I couldn’t move my shoulders. They were being pinned down. Tears over spilled, Jesus I spend half my life crying. I really should get a grip.

I tried to pull myself together, blinking furiously. I cried a lot at home. When the price of being what I was grew to high and all the memories flooded back, so I was an adept at stopping a real crying jag. I blinked quickly. Thinking of nothing else than to get the tears out of my eyes.

A boy with bronze hair looked at me hard. Then he let go of my arm. And nodded at the others who also let go of my. I hadn’t realised they were gripping so hard that my limbs had gone numb. Hm…I must have been putting up quite a fight.

This happy thought went away when the pins and needles arrived. I hated pins and needles. It always reminded me of dying, but as I always sat in the wrong positions, I always got pins and needles. It wasn’t something I got used to having though. I lay there, motionless while they raged through me. Knowing if I moved or put any weight on it, I would most like make the weirdest noises and be totally embarrassed. So there wasn’t much to do except lie perfectly still and wait for it pass.

Once I was pretty sure they had all gone, I sat up slightly. Leaning against the wall as support. Everyone was staring at me, making me self conscious. I’m glad that they had been stronger than me, otherwise I would most likely be dead or dying because I was in a plane.

I should learn how to fly a plane. The thought strolled into my brain with no warning. It shocked me half to death. Everything I thought had already been checked by my subconscious. I never thought unexpected, random thoughts, it was too…too human. And yet, here was my brain telling me that I should learn how to fly planes. I bet it was the vampire’s fault.

I sat bolt upright and everyone looked at me. Could they be? No. No way. I was making things up. There was no way that they were vampires. None. But then, there was small Alice. Like a pixie had been my first thought when I saw her. And my Dad always told me that the vampire who had ‘kissed’ me looked almost pixie-like, with short black hair.

I stared at Alice, open-mouthed. She could be the person who changed me, who made me this. She was the vampire who made me. She smiled at me slightly.

They were vampires. I knew it. There was all the evidence, that looked so clear to me now. Carlisle buying me a train ticket, even though he barely knew me. How I had always been attracted to Alice when I saw her. How they were all identical, and yet so different. How had I not seen it?

I was still staring at Alice, sort of in denial. But I knew the truth now. It was because of this vampire that I had killed so many people. And not one of those people deserved to die. The anger came back.

Permalink Reply by ♥vamplvr27♥ on April 15, 2009 at 2:42pm