Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Promise Of A New Moon ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kateconn 
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.07.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 175 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.07.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 175 | Status: Completed
She was tired of the nightmares, the ache in her chest for the place that she had only been to in her dreams. She loaded up the last of her belongings into her beat up old 59' Chevy and headed northwest towards what she had come to think of as her destiny.
She had seen too much in her 22 years. Most people would not believe the shit she had seen. Hell she could not believe it most of the time. But it was real, she had lived every nightmare she had ever had.
Her mom had been raped and literally torn apart by some inhuman creature with black eyes in front of her. After the police had found what had been left of her mother lying in the kitchen, they had searched the house and found a very hysterical and beaten 16 year old Catarina Longshadow Uley hiding in her closet shaking so bad that they heard the rattling of the closet door long before they actually saw her.
Many tears and interviews from the police later, she was hauled off to her first foster parents. They tried to bring her out of her shell, but she just couldnt talk to them about the bloodsucking evel she had witnessed. Her foster mom had become pregnant after six months of her living there. Quicker than you could blowfish, she had been shipped off to another nice young couple.
Over the next 3 years she had been in and out of 8 different foster homes. Coming away from each with a more grittier knowledge of the world than she had previously.
When she turned 18 she caught a bus from San Antonio, Texas to Colorado Springs with $75,000 she had relieved the Brooks family of the day of her 18th birthday. She did not fill one ounce of guilt for sneaking into her foster dads wall safe and retrieving him of his play money.
You see Mr. Brook's had been enjoying himself quite nicely with a teenage Catarina. Night after night of bondage and rape had taken their toll on the young girl.
A slow moving rage started to run through her body. Starting at her heart and evenutally taking her over completely. It was at that time that hate started to lodge itself into her very being.
For the next 4 years this hate would rage as she became a permiscous, self hating, angry woman.
She had men eating out the palm of her hands. She was beautiful. Long inky blaack hair that reached the middle of her back, cat like colbalt eyes, that were so deep that you could literally loose the very esence of your being if you stared to long into them. They were framed by long thick dark lashes, Legs that went on for miles. Her American Idian heritage had blessed her with a mesemrizing skin color somewhere between caramel and light mocha. Plump full lips that like the rest of her screamed out sex! sex!
Men fawned over her. Did anything to keep her attention. She came away from each love affair with more cynism than the last. All along she had felt an ache in her chest. A longing, A place to belong. She was constantly restless and made her way in life by working at bars and small run down cafes in each town she would decide to go next.
Approaching her twenty-third birthday, the ache got worse and worse. At times she would curl on her bead and pray for death. The ache so deep and lonely. She decided to pack up from her shitty apartment and head to whatever location her heart lead her too.
The closer she got to Washington state the better she started feeling. She made it through a small town called Forks, Washington. The further she went through the town the ache lessened.
Seeing a small gas station on her way out of town, she pulled in to get gas and to pee. As she was walking from her car to the front entrance, she dropped her keys and bent down to retrieve them. Starting to stand back upright she noticed a pair of black, worn work boots. Following a straight line up to the faded blue jeans, she paused for a moment on the buldge that looked so appetizing that she literally licked her lips, letting out a soft moan...Causing said buldge to jump slightly..as if seeking out its home. It looked so satisfyling fullfilling encased in those tight as fuck jeans, black boots was wearing. As her eyes started frantically looking upwards realizing her kneeling before the buldge, probably did not look so appropriate in the middle of a backwater gas station.
Licking her lips as her lust filled eyes roamed briefly over his chest to his strong narrow jaw line, lush full lips,and straight nose. Finally reaching lush thick lashes encasing piercing deep grey eyes. She could not look away. She knew she should. But nothing could make her look away from the depthless eyes that stared at her with such intensity that she felt herself struggling to breath.
He looked as if she was his oasis in the desert. The two sat there staring at each other for who knows how long. Neither able to step away. The feeling of absolute raw sex bouncing off of the both of them. Both stunned into shock and awe, could not doing anything other than just pray for this moment of absolute raw intensity never to go away.
They were jolted out of their stupor by a loud voice calling out something. Catarina had know idea what the fuck was going on or what was being said as he slowly came out of his own trance.
She focused her attention on the annoying voice to the right of her.
" Paul, Hey man...are you ok?" the voice said. The God before me turned his head but not his eyes towards the voice and said something low. Catarina did not know what he said, no she was entranced by the way his tongue moved across his lips as he spoke to the voice.
She did not notice the voice had went away, She had only noticed the way his adams apple bobbed as he started speaking to her in a husky voice
" Sorry about that "
She swallowed. " Uh no...my fault...I uh..dropped my keys."
His lucious lips went up in a quirk to the left, oh god. she thought feeling the heat between her legs, indicating very damp panties.
He took in a deep breath, eyes rolling as he smelt her essence. Swirling grey- black eyes stared at her with such lust and absolute posession, that her knees buckled. He reached out and grabbed her around the waist to steady her.
" Fucking Exqusite" he murmered, his breath blowing on her lips, causing her nose to flair with the smell that was all man. Her pussy contracted sharply with the scent. He growled and crashed his lips to hers savagely, hungrily, wantingly.
She responded in kind, she did not know what the fuck was happening but she would be damned if she was the cause of this God's lips and body plastered to her to retreat. Fuck no... She hitched her leg, his strong big hands gripped it, grabbing both of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist instinctivly knowing what they both needed, One hand grabbing her ass the other slid up her back latching on to her long thick hair and pulling slightly. A deep gutteral moan left her lips at this. This seemed to push him over the edge. With an animalistic growl, he roughly pulled her to him tighter devouring her mouth with his hot strong tongue as if to consume her.
Time stopped and the world fell away as they fed feverently from each other. Neither understanding this raw almost anguished need that simply would not be denied. They were obvlious, to the people in the store staring as if they could not fathom what was happening by the piece of shit gas pumps.
The voice from earlier actually belonged to the best friend of the man that was currently creating soft porn in the parking lot of the Thrifty Gas, was smirking to himself. Finally....he thought.
She had seen too much in her 22 years. Most people would not believe the shit she had seen. Hell she could not believe it most of the time. But it was real, she had lived every nightmare she had ever had.
Her mom had been raped and literally torn apart by some inhuman creature with black eyes in front of her. After the police had found what had been left of her mother lying in the kitchen, they had searched the house and found a very hysterical and beaten 16 year old Catarina Longshadow Uley hiding in her closet shaking so bad that they heard the rattling of the closet door long before they actually saw her.
Many tears and interviews from the police later, she was hauled off to her first foster parents. They tried to bring her out of her shell, but she just couldnt talk to them about the bloodsucking evel she had witnessed. Her foster mom had become pregnant after six months of her living there. Quicker than you could blowfish, she had been shipped off to another nice young couple.
Over the next 3 years she had been in and out of 8 different foster homes. Coming away from each with a more grittier knowledge of the world than she had previously.
When she turned 18 she caught a bus from San Antonio, Texas to Colorado Springs with $75,000 she had relieved the Brooks family of the day of her 18th birthday. She did not fill one ounce of guilt for sneaking into her foster dads wall safe and retrieving him of his play money.
You see Mr. Brook's had been enjoying himself quite nicely with a teenage Catarina. Night after night of bondage and rape had taken their toll on the young girl.
A slow moving rage started to run through her body. Starting at her heart and evenutally taking her over completely. It was at that time that hate started to lodge itself into her very being.
For the next 4 years this hate would rage as she became a permiscous, self hating, angry woman.
She had men eating out the palm of her hands. She was beautiful. Long inky blaack hair that reached the middle of her back, cat like colbalt eyes, that were so deep that you could literally loose the very esence of your being if you stared to long into them. They were framed by long thick dark lashes, Legs that went on for miles. Her American Idian heritage had blessed her with a mesemrizing skin color somewhere between caramel and light mocha. Plump full lips that like the rest of her screamed out sex! sex!
Men fawned over her. Did anything to keep her attention. She came away from each love affair with more cynism than the last. All along she had felt an ache in her chest. A longing, A place to belong. She was constantly restless and made her way in life by working at bars and small run down cafes in each town she would decide to go next.
Approaching her twenty-third birthday, the ache got worse and worse. At times she would curl on her bead and pray for death. The ache so deep and lonely. She decided to pack up from her shitty apartment and head to whatever location her heart lead her too.
The closer she got to Washington state the better she started feeling. She made it through a small town called Forks, Washington. The further she went through the town the ache lessened.
Seeing a small gas station on her way out of town, she pulled in to get gas and to pee. As she was walking from her car to the front entrance, she dropped her keys and bent down to retrieve them. Starting to stand back upright she noticed a pair of black, worn work boots. Following a straight line up to the faded blue jeans, she paused for a moment on the buldge that looked so appetizing that she literally licked her lips, letting out a soft moan...Causing said buldge to jump slightly..as if seeking out its home. It looked so satisfyling fullfilling encased in those tight as fuck jeans, black boots was wearing. As her eyes started frantically looking upwards realizing her kneeling before the buldge, probably did not look so appropriate in the middle of a backwater gas station.
Licking her lips as her lust filled eyes roamed briefly over his chest to his strong narrow jaw line, lush full lips,and straight nose. Finally reaching lush thick lashes encasing piercing deep grey eyes. She could not look away. She knew she should. But nothing could make her look away from the depthless eyes that stared at her with such intensity that she felt herself struggling to breath.
He looked as if she was his oasis in the desert. The two sat there staring at each other for who knows how long. Neither able to step away. The feeling of absolute raw sex bouncing off of the both of them. Both stunned into shock and awe, could not doing anything other than just pray for this moment of absolute raw intensity never to go away.
They were jolted out of their stupor by a loud voice calling out something. Catarina had know idea what the fuck was going on or what was being said as he slowly came out of his own trance.
She focused her attention on the annoying voice to the right of her.
" Paul, Hey man...are you ok?" the voice said. The God before me turned his head but not his eyes towards the voice and said something low. Catarina did not know what he said, no she was entranced by the way his tongue moved across his lips as he spoke to the voice.
She did not notice the voice had went away, She had only noticed the way his adams apple bobbed as he started speaking to her in a husky voice
" Sorry about that "
She swallowed. " Uh no...my fault...I uh..dropped my keys."
His lucious lips went up in a quirk to the left, oh god. she thought feeling the heat between her legs, indicating very damp panties.
He took in a deep breath, eyes rolling as he smelt her essence. Swirling grey- black eyes stared at her with such lust and absolute posession, that her knees buckled. He reached out and grabbed her around the waist to steady her.
" Fucking Exqusite" he murmered, his breath blowing on her lips, causing her nose to flair with the smell that was all man. Her pussy contracted sharply with the scent. He growled and crashed his lips to hers savagely, hungrily, wantingly.
She responded in kind, she did not know what the fuck was happening but she would be damned if she was the cause of this God's lips and body plastered to her to retreat. Fuck no... She hitched her leg, his strong big hands gripped it, grabbing both of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist instinctivly knowing what they both needed, One hand grabbing her ass the other slid up her back latching on to her long thick hair and pulling slightly. A deep gutteral moan left her lips at this. This seemed to push him over the edge. With an animalistic growl, he roughly pulled her to him tighter devouring her mouth with his hot strong tongue as if to consume her.
Time stopped and the world fell away as they fed feverently from each other. Neither understanding this raw almost anguished need that simply would not be denied. They were obvlious, to the people in the store staring as if they could not fathom what was happening by the piece of shit gas pumps.
The voice from earlier actually belonged to the best friend of the man that was currently creating soft porn in the parking lot of the Thrifty Gas, was smirking to himself. Finally....he thought.