Category: Twilight Fanfiction (Page 19 of 26)

Stagger

In all my years, I have never seen a vampire be anything but graceful – our movements too fluid to be natural… for a human, at least.

In battle, especially, this is true for him out of all of us. Jasper’s poise is phenomenal. His movements fluid and lethal.

He is death made corporeal.

That all changed in one, horrible moment.

Alice, blinded by the wolves, did not see him coming.

Jasper is not close enough, not fast enough to aid her.

We all watch in horror as she is taken from us.

His step falters and he staggers back, reeling.

Only twenty-three minutes more…

Standing to the side, it’s everything I can do to control myself. The last few days have been so emotionally charged that it’s felt as if I’m stuck in a maelstrom.

My own anxiety’s bad enough, but the emotions barraging me from the family – Rose and Esme especially – are too much. I don’t know how much more I can handle before I lose control of my gift and begin to project.

As it is, the family can feel it. We can’t afford the unwanted attention, so I hold on to what Alice told me.

Twenty-one minutes…

Stolen

For weeks, it’s been the same pattern: stolen glances, knowing smiles, fleeting touches in passing.

Nothing changes.

Every day, I long for him. Every night, I dream.

I want him – crave him.

He knows it, too. I think.

Another party.

I resign myself to never fulfilling that need and just get drunk.

The evening wears on.

Refilling my beer, I freeze.

Heat radiates my body.

My breath hitches as I feel his breath fan across my neck at his whisper. “Finally you’re alone…”

I turn, confused.

Taking my hand, he lifts it to his lips, murmuring, “What’s your name, darlin’?”

Surface

Knocking on his door, I wait until I hear his distracted, “Come in,” before entering his study.

I barely manage to keep from chuckling at the sight before me.

His hair is disheveled, glasses askew. Papers are strewn across every inch of workspace. Scattered across those are various bits and bobs I’m not sure I could identify.

Placing the tray of tea and biscuits on the small side table, I lean against the desk, my fingers combing through his blond curls.

He looks up, smiling apologetically.

I grin. “I figured you wouldn’t come up for air on your own, so…”

Trap

It’s almost too easy.

Contacts to hide the red eyes.

A crooked smile.

A roving glance.

A wave of desire so strong that it cancels out their inherent sense of danger enough for me to go in for the kill.

Literally, and figuratively.

I take pleasure from my kills – in every way.

This time is no different as I lead the unassuming brunette away. It’s as if she has no sense of self-preservation.

“What’s your name, Sugar?” I purr, trailing a finger along her jaw.

She shivers. “Bella.”

Skimming my nose along her neck, I inhale her bouquet.

She’s mine!

Under

“No! Please! Stop…”

I whimper, covering my ears in a vain attempt to block out the sound. It doesn’t matter. I can’t shut off my memories, as I hear them all again. Begging. Pleading for me to not take their life. Praying to a God I no longer believe in for salvation.

Despair.

Agony.

Betrayal.

So many emotions – too many. I envy my victims as I ache for the release I grant them. At least there is an end for them, where I am forced to live through their torture for eternity.

Every kill I sink further, drowning in emotion.

Wander

Walking through these halls and seeing all the displays is like touching history. Even I can recognize that. For me, though, the true excitement comes from watching his rapture as he takes everything in.

Every few paces, he stops to read a plaque or point out something of particular interest to him. His face lights up with each new discovery, and his eagerness to share his delight is endearing to me.

He twines our fingers, pulling me to him. “Thank you for this, Edward,” he murmurs before kissing me softly.

Cupping his cheek, I smile. “You’re welcome, Jazz. Happy birthday.”