New Moon Fanfic: Bonded ch. 1

Canace Silvering
“Leave, Isa, before it is too late. You are free. All this is going to cause is you dying again,” Edward reasoned.
“It’s already too late. Who knows how long I’ve been bonded to you. I met you even before I was Bella Swan, I can feel it.”
Bella Swan drowned 75 years ago while cliff diving. Now, Isa, AKA as number 37, a slave, is given to Edward Cullen as a gift. This cold master hates the sight of her, even though he treats the others reasonably well (as well as a soulless vampire can, that is). What happens when Isa comes across an old photo that sparks up buried memories? Is she going insane, or does she know Edward in another time and place? Can she convince him of it? And even if she can, will he ever be the tender, loving, Edward from Forks, Washingon?
Timeline- 75 years after the cliff jump in New Moon
Rating- If you can read the entire Twilight series then you can read this/ upper YA
Characters- the whole bunch, except I’m not sure about Charlie or Renee yet. And OC’s galore, most just in the background
Pairing- Edward/Bella, Jacob/OC?
Disclaimer- Edward, Bella, Jacob, The Volturi, and the entire Cullen family belong to Stephenie Meyer

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Butterfly Kiss Prologue

Please read my prologue and let me know how this is. I'm not sure if I like it or not. Do I need more detail? Are my sentence lengths too uniform?

title- The Butterfly Kiss
genre- sci-fi romance
rating- YA
author- Canace Silvering
Summary- And so the vampire spun me in its cacoon and I would never be the same again (I just wrote that really quick because I don't have a full summary yet and I don't want to give anything away)

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First Stab

This is my first approach at free writing. We'll see how it goes. 

I wait
I wait for the laughter to pull me in the dark
I see the light in the distance
Faint, small, flickering
The wind 
The wind pushes against the flame
I reach out a hand
If only I could reach it
Pull it in
Out I try to force the laughter
But the dark is all I see
No, I see nothing
And there is no laughter
Nothing . . . but my thoughts
No sound

Hmmm, interesting . . .