Disclaimer: The Twilight universe and all there in belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This plot and ALL the characters there in that have NOT appeared in the Saga are MINE.
A/N: Hello there. First fic/story I've written... ever. This is a little taste, an appetizer if you will. I'm working on the first chapter of this story that has plagued my mind for months and should post it later this week or on the weekend. Chapter updates will be irregular until I find my rhythm.
Be warned that I am not an experienced writer in any way. So please read, review and advice me as much you want.
And now, let the show begin...
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Prologue: Ends and Beginnings
The darkness was suffocating. It was cold and it was everywhere. It was both horrifying yet tempting at the same time. He welcomed it all. He wanted to lose himself in it and forget all that had just happened. The darkness seemed all too willing to comply as it slowly chipped away at his being.
How could I have failed them so completely? I was supposed to protect them, keep them safe and I failed!
But for the life of him, or death as the case may be, he couldn't figure out WHY he had failed.
His enemy should have died in those first few moments when he reacted and got it by surprise, but it hadn't.
He should have been able to slow it down, distract it long enough for them to escape. But he hadn't managed it.
They should have been able to hide, but it found them.
Near the end He'd even managed to catch it by surprise again, made it pause for a moment. That moment should have been enough… but it hadn't.
In the end he couldn't do anything, not a single damn thing.
He wasn't strong enough to fight it off or slow it. They hadn't been fast enough to run or hide from it.
Then, his mind and body broken, it came for him. In a last desperate act of vengeance he actually caught it by surprised a third time. But again it did nothing. Before ending him it actually commended him. He felt the little warmth he had left leave him to be replaced by the darkness that surrounded him now.
As he waited for the sweet oblivion that the darkness promised he felt something that he didn't want at the moment. He felt a warmth were he thought his chest was. The warmth extended from his chest to the side of his neck.
He tried to get away from it, tried to lose himself in the darkness. But like his enemy, there was nothing he could do against the warmth.
The warmth kept spreading and getting warmer. From warm it went to hot. From hot to searing.
Before the heat became unbearable and overwhelmed his mind he labeled it for what he believed it was. It was his punishment, his penance for failing them. His eyes snapped open as the fire forced him back to consciousness.
A heart stopping scream filled with sorrow, grief, agony and madness pierced the moonlit countryside… no one was there to hear it.