Ok, ok, I had almost forgotten about having a blog, actually XD
This is a bit 'antiquated - but above all it is about Twlight, ewww>. \u0026lt;Aun should participate in competition in which then ... Oh well, who cares cares, right? If you want to read it, know that this is AU, Character-dead, absolute nonsense and crap-as well as songfic
Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark ...
Alice sang, her voice low and husky.
Jasper, not far away, at his side, looking at her.
The air condenses into clouds of steam, on the night of November.
was a sweet and slow dirge that was singing, whispering the words slipped from his lips like honey, and were lost in the mingling of the night wind insistent.
The dim light and artificial lamps illuminate them, making their figures look gaunt and ghostly white skin, a reflection of a weak quarter moon.
Alice continued to sing, but his words were lost in the dark.
I'll Follow You Into The Dark
the end it was successful.
The room was shrouded in gloom, the only light that lit up the room from the open window of the countryside desolate and still.
The bed was of iron, and both he and the mattress greyed must have seen better days: the rusty metal accentuated the decline of the bare, dusty room. The old house had to be abandoned for at least ten years, and no living person had set foot there. For a long time belonged to the dead.
Bella was lying asleep on the worm-eaten cotton blanket, light dress crumpled and ruined, but still clean. The dark hair wildly scattered on the pillow, the neck bent to one side in an unnatural twist, and meekly closed eyelids. So how many times Edward had seen her sleep.
not breathe. His pale skin was cold to the touch, her limbs stiff for some time.
was not yet dawn, but she would not wake up again.
He walked up, bare feet and stepped on the shards of broken glass floor, arms hanging at your sides. Only when she was near enough to distinguish the shadows on her skin, raised a hand to bring her closer to her face. It was only then that he realized:
The blood was dark, almost black in the dark, and slowly dripping from the hand to the forearm, leaving a trail of ice cold water on his skin. He stayed for a transfigured moment with his eyes fixed on the liquid that's encrusted nails, now falling in small drops on the white sheet and his closed eyelids.
The strong smell of blood filled the room, blurred vision: he shook his head, locking eyes with force. Useless, even the darkness was thick, dyed red stuffy. He put his hands to his face, but a sudden nausea for the stench that hung in the room startled him, he tried to leave without what could be, and only after some 'perceived that the smell emanated him alone. He stared at his hands, and then looked Bella, white and motionless, like a lily on the water, still retains its original beauty.
and touched her. His hands drew blood trails on his lips, the contours of the face, eyes, then reached his arm, his hands resting on his chest. He grabbed and squeezed his left, forcing it to unfold between his fingers, squeezing it until you hear the bones crack and thin squeak. Why do not you wake up? She had died, yes, so what? He too was dead, had been dead for so long, but what does it mean? He did not mean anything, the fact that she had died in the end, meant nothing. He kept his hand in his strength with a morbid almost violent, as if it might serve some purpose. But nothing happened.
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just
Our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the
hint of a spark
the end it was successful.
In the empty room, immersed in the gloom, he breathed the smell of death.
knew this would happen: all they had understood, Alice had seen. Because Bella was mortal, and as such his fate was, of course, death. It would have been a revival, or simply an end.
Edward knew it was his fault, he was aware that had it not been for him nothing what would happen, there would be no meeting, those eyes, his mad race and blood, all that blood, the sweet smell of rain on the soil moist.
was what had happened. It was neither right nor wrong. Simply, it was so.
Carisle entered the room, his heavy shoes produced a dry sound and heavy on the dirty floor.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;no longer behind us now. >> He murmured flatly, reassuring.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We have killed, Carisle. >> Edward replied with the obvious, without even turning around.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It was not necessary to do so. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I know. >>
Outside, the wind had almost died down, making the almost complete silence, broken only by the distant echoes of a familiar voice.
Edward laid his hand on the cheek of the sleeping girl, turned her face to his side: the stains of blood had dried in lumps on his skin getting whiter, colder and colder. He continued to touch her hair and her lips then her neck hands, quell'eterea hard fouling and purity, gently, without hurting her.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I wanted to be me. >> She whispered suddenly, without worrying about whether Carisle was still in that room, ignoring the silence and the wind died out there.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I knew this would happen. I knew she would die, that we killed, but would not be able to have been equally cruel, and if it could not be mine, should not belong to anyone else. Now there will be more than anyone, do not hold back anymore hands or to me or to whomever else, nobody will laugh or cry anymore, and I just say it felt really pruned. >> He continued, speaking in the dark.
But the darkness did not answer.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I wanted to be me. >> He murmured again through clenched teeth, his hands locked together, staring at her.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;If you really had to die so I wanted to be the one to kill her. I wanted to be the last to look into her eyes, I wanted to be the last to listen to his voice, I only I had the right! I wanted to be me ... I, I ...>>
His voice broke, before falling pathetically. The dark
wasted no time to pick it up.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I wanted his blood. I had to have it. >> Covered his face with his hands, the blood now dry and too dry to spot anything.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I belonged in law. >>
Outside, under the light, someone was singing.
If Heaven and Hell decide That They Both are satisfied
But Isabella's blood was now gone, the smell evaporates from the skin, leaving only a vague memory, and the scent of freesia scent to that usually used.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Edward. >>
He did not answer, still looking straight ahead.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It 's time. >>
did not move, even without giving any sign of having intense.
the minutes passed, so, in silence, but he knew that Rosalie was still there, behind him. He could feel the pressure of his feet on the floorboards are rotten, the slamming light eyelashes, the presence restless.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Go 'way, Rosalie. >>
could almost feel the pressure of the fingers against the palm, which they shook their fists.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm staying here. >>
Rosalie seemed to hesitate for a second (that Rosalie did not hesitate, ever) then he heard her light footsteps down the corridor, move more and more, until it disappears completely.
was silence, while the growing darkness, mockingly.
He did not move.
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into
the dark
Out, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Carlisle, at the house, the darkness and watched them.
At first, it was only a spark: weak, trembling in the breeze of the night. Then the spark
took shape, expanded slowly over the dark wood logs, making up thin streams of light smoke.
They threw flaming torches into the house through the windows and cracks in the walls.
For a few minutes, nothing happened: then, the noise became louder and louder, more insistent, and the crackling of the wood seemed to lament thousand voices, subdued, weak.
And finally, the flames.
The fire spread slowly, first taking the foundation, where he was the old barn, then climbing higher and higher, climbing ivy to dry and wobbly windows: a few seconds later, the fire devoured the ' ; entire building, surrounded by a halo of bright red and purple, while dense spirals of gray smoke wafted in the air, spreading the smell of burnt flesh. They watched, motionless as shadows, be struck from the embers and lapilli, leaving them to burn the throat and eyes.
Alice crying, singing softly.
If Heaven and Hell decide That
They Both are satisfied Illuminate the NOS
On Their vacancy signs
was a long time, and it was only silence.
Then, they heard the screams. The first came
cry hoarse, weak and broken, like a stifled sob from smoking. Then another stood up, sharp and piercing, and one note for a long moment, clear, rang in the air. They remained motionless, silhouettes silhouetted against the light of the flames, watched with eyes wide open until the screams of amber were not covered and suppressed and turned into a lament subtle, barely audible among the crackling of the fire.
was at that moment, amid the burning flames howling and beams falling now, Edward appeared, white skin soiled by the ash and blackened by burns, stains of blood still visible rappresso on clothes and hands.
eyes for a moment, sparkling in a red glow before disappearing into the black.
Soon, the roof gave way, and even the wall fell down miserably under his weight, leaving only a skeleton dark and grotesque, crumbling, covered by the smoke that rose in clouds to slow the night sky.
of the house, darkness, Bella, now there were only ashes.
dawn had not yet arrived, and she had become a memory.
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about Cause we'll hold
Each Other
soon
If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the
dark Then I'll follow you into the dark
End
