Category: Twilight Drabbles (Page 6 of 10)

Quixotic

Watching things unfold in front of my eyes, I’m torn between amusement and concern – for my family as well as, strangely enough, Bella – and exasperation.

Being from the South, and being as old as I am, how to treat a lady was bred into me. So I understand perfectly Edward’s desire to treat Bella right. Though not quite from the same era as me, he still hails from a time when women were doted upon.

Seeing the extremes he takes it to, though, leaves me shaking my head – and at times stifling a laugh, especially when I feel Bella’s reactions.

Return

“Return to sender – address unknown. No such number. No such zone,” the radio blares.

It’d almost be funny, if I wasn’t staring at the large envelope in my hands, reading those very words over and over again, as I have ever since the mail arrived.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wipe furiously at my eyes.

I’ve been trying to get in touch with my dad for months, but he refuses to acknowledge I even exist.

His last words to me before he kicked me out ring in my ears.

You are dead to me.

Soon, I will be.

Ripple

“Leah, no!”

None of us realized there was one more left until Leah goes after him. She’s determined, but her pent up anger and need to prove herself make her lax. She’s losing.

“Jacob!”

I run, but I’m not fast enough to prevent Jacob from having his bones crushed.

The piercing howls and growls of anger echo in the air – the rage and need for revenge, as well as concern for their brother, seem to ripple from wolf to wolf.

Like a stone tossed in water, the effect is ongoing. Growing. Changing.

Carlisle is at Jacob’s side in an instant.

Simple

I stand by the door, taking a second to just breathe and observe.

Our whole family is here today to celebrate his fortieth birthday. It’s a milestone, considering the doctors had given him only a year to live – three years ago.

Jasper’s laugh reaches my ears, causing me to smile. He looks radiant – beautiful.

Walking up to him, I kiss the crown of his head.

He looks up, grinning. “Hey, babe. Sit with me?”

I comply. He puts an arm around my shoulders.

Glancing around again, I realize this is perfect.

Family.

Food.

Music.

As laid back as my husband.

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.