Twilight

By: Fated to be Hated

Summary: I was a rich girl, a girl whose mother was the most famous woman. A girl abused by her Step father. I stepped into the old grandfather clock, and stepped out into 1899.

Running down the stairs was hard in a dress. And heels. I felt relieved when I didn't fall, until the last step when I suddenly tripped and slid across the white marble floor, freshly waxed mind you.

The roar from my step father made me spring up. I looked around the empty entrance. Cleaned spotless, and as I said, empty. Except for the large grandfather clock. It stood there, staring down at me with a large face and a look that seemed to judge me. An opposing figure made of cherry wood.

I glanced down at my attire, a squared neck silver dress that hugged me to my waist then fanned out and touched the floor. My dark hair sparkled with the glitter spray and my heels clicked against the marble.

Looking back up, I thought, 'What if I could go back in time?' I wondered if I could stop myself from saying what I had just said to my angry step father.

Angry Step Father. I heard another large roar and at the very top of the grand staircase. My eyes grew large as saucers, and I looked back at the clock. Had anyone ever thought of going back in time in a clock? They were the keepers of time, and I couldn't understand why no one had ever thought to try it.

"VIOLA!" My step father yelled, and I ducked on the floor. Thats when I noticed a strange carving on the side of the clock, and leaned forward to inspect.

'New York, New York, Est. 1899' and next to it was the word 'Twilight.' carved not so neatly next to the year.

I furrowed my brows, then remembered my predicament. I quickly opened the little key shaped door knob, threw the door open and closed myself inside.

It was much bigger then a regular Grandfather clock. And, as I stood there, I listened to the rocking of the pendulum, and to hear if my step father had gone.

I could feel the seconds tick, making my blood vibrate, and I felt the slight breeze the Pendulum gave as it swung about two inches from me.

Suddenly it got very quiet. And very hot. The tolling of the Pendulum seized it's rocking. And then, it started going faster. So fast, I was sure it was practically rewinding itself, but I couldn't figure out why.

Was someone playing a trick? I wondered, but shook that off seeing how the pendulum could only move from the inside.

It seemed to last forever, the swinging almost giving me motion sickness. And then it started to slow down again, stopped, and then started its normal ticking. Slowly, ever so, I turned the key knob, and stepped out...on a rug.

A/N: Hello! Thank you for giving this first chapter a try! I hope you all like it! This is my second fic...actually I wrote both at about exactly the same time, so...Please review and tell me what you think! Thank you!

Check out my other story, Slumming

Disclaimer: I own the grandfather clock, (i wish) Viola is a fictional character, If you happen to have the same looks it's only coincidental. My cousin Emily owns the process of going back in time. If it truly worked, they should call if the 'Emily Process' because that's her name :) hehe!

Note to Joker is Poker with a J: Happy, You got all the credit:D I still love you tho, (dnq!) UPDATE!