My book is about a 16 year old girl named stella who has a brain tumor and stage 4 cancer. she falls in love with her vampie doctor dimitri mattionelli. read plz! then help me choose 5 names for my 5 book series!-
He smiled. Blood covered his teeth; he sealed his lips shut as he remembered his little operation. I wrapped my hands over my mouth again and shook my head violently as the image glued itself in my head. That was what I would look like, I thought, as
I ran into my room to get away from the iron-salt smell. I climbed up into my bed, curling in a ball and flinging the covers over my head, wrapping myself into a protective cocoon. “I want to go home!” I yelled, making sure the vampires could hear me.
“You can’t,” a velvet voice whispered into my ear, “I haven’t cured you yet. Now, go to sleep.” I shuddered with surprise, unwrapping my protective quilt to look for him. No one was there. I fell into deep sleep, feeling someone watching.
I was running. The wind whipped my hair into my face, getting it sticky in my chap-stick. I brushed it back, laughing at my freedom. I had a beautiful, smooth, bright pale skin, not my usual creamy pale. I wore an elbow length black sweater and my favorite pair of purple skinny jeans. I was running through an open field, no sign of civilization anywhere. The long, coarse prairie grasses scratched against my bare feet, but left no cuts. I laughed with joy again; I was traveling faster than the speed of light. The air was warm. I felt hot in my cable knit sweater. I sped up, eager to have more wind on my face. I smelled prairie hens; I rushed towards to scent, eager for something to sooth my suddenly burning throat. “You’re hungry,” a soft voice said. I looked to my right; Dimitri stood there, holding my hand and running at my impatient pace.
That’s when I shot up from the covers, my breathing unstable and my heart racing. I looked around the hospital room. No one was there. I flopped back onto my pillow, angry for dreaming about him. Was it the brain tumor? I didn’t care; if I was going to have dreams about vampires, I would refuse to sleep.
Eventually, I caved in, having dreams about drinking blood, grabbing innocent people and dragging them into my trap. I was like a spider; trapping innocent flies and moths in my web and sucking the blood out of their bodies. Isn’t that all I would want? Blood, blood, and more blood? What eye color would I have? I only thought of one person who might know. Dimitri. I gingerly unwrapped the thick quilt from my frail, bloated body, and walked into the hall. The gurney was gone. I tumbled over as the terrible stomach pain took over me. I pushed myself up from the ground and rushed to the bathroom in my room. I flicked the light on, heading for the sink. I leaned over and vomited into the sink. Stupid nurse, I thought. She gave me rancid ranch or salad or something, because that’s what came back up my throat. Chip-chip-chip. I looked to my right; a little, brown, speckled bird was standing on the white marble counter, hopping up and down like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck. I rinsed out my mouth, watching the bird out of the corner of my eye. He stood there, waiting for me to finish. It’s left wing looked broken; it couldn’t fly and chirruped in pain when he flapped it. I gently cupped my hands around it, allowing it to make a nest in my hands. It sat, fluffing his feathers. I stalked back out into my room, my white nightgown flowing out behind my. I probably would scare a kid; I looked like a ghost. I found an empty shoebox under the bed, one that contained the yellow Converse sneakers that Rachelle bought me a long time ago, when I first moved here. I put the box on the pile of paperwork on my bedside table and grabbed a few hand towels out of the pretty, white bathroom. I scrunched the towels up, making them fluffy, and arranged them in the box that had contained size eight-point-five shoes and laid the little bird in the middle. I opened up my second story window, ripping some leaves off the trees to lay in the box. I got a few handfuls, picking up part of my gown to hold them in, and walked back to the table. I dumped the dark green leaves into the box. The little bird snuggled up instantly, using it’s good wing to gather some nearby leaves.
I climbed up into my bed, exhausted. I fell asleep after awhile, not wanting to dream. My wish came true; I had dreamless sleep for the last hours of the night.
Ok- here are the names-
Kiss Of Death
Silver
Hunted
Broken
Roller coaster (the prologue says- My life is like a roller coaster, going up, down, backward, forward. After awhile, you lose the pattern and you get lost. I’m lost.)
Committed to Death
Stage 4
Brains aren’t everything; blood is
Seeing red
Stella
Fallen angel (her middle name is angel)
Tears of Dark Crimson
Caged (vampire hunters put her and dimitri in a cage)
A dark gift
Gift of death
Wanting the sick
