If I owned Twilight this wouldn't be called FAN fiction now wouldn't it (lol)
Jerusalem
By
Anni Re
As I stood the shadow of the Italian buildings I stood in the shadow of death waiting to journey into the valley, for my love was already lying in the green pastures. My love, my beauty, my Bella.
How fitting that the killer who killed the Italian word for beauty should die in Italy. How beautifully bittersweet.
'He's at the funeral' the voice said. Oh, what a cruel herald it was. I do not even have a name to go with the voice else I would find him and cleanse it of the words, render the sentence to a dead language buried beneath the stones of Babylon.
Perhaps it was the Grim Reaper who whispered to me across the continents the tidings of her death. No, the Grim Reaper would not be the one to escort one so fair. She should not be frightened in death. Angles took her from me, taking her soul as she flew, letting only the body hit the water. The Grim Reaper could not have taken her anyways. He is meant for me.
I journey to our capital, the center of our world much like a pilgrim journeys across the countless seas and sands to Jerusalem, the kingdom of Heaven on Earth, weary of life and practically starving, for redemption and salvation, redemption for her death, salvation with mine.
The clock bells toll. For whom do the bells toll? They toll for me, they toll for thee, they toll for the love I stole from us; My beautiful Bella Marie.
I lift my foot and step towards the light of Calvary, knowing the trapdoor to Purgatory will open beneath my feet.
A light breeze brushed against my bare chest and I opened by ebony black eyes.
My Jerusalem, My Purgatory, My Salvation, My Kingdom of Heaven, reflected in my beautiful Bella's light brown eyes.
Finis
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