Blood on the Moon
A Twilight Fanfiction
By TheSodaVampire
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer. Danielle Swan, and her original family, and friends are my creation. If you wish you borrow her or any of her family or friends, please ask. I'm not making any money off this. All in good fun, right? Enjoy.
Author's Note: This story is set in the summer between Twilight and New Moon. I'm assuming it's the summer of 2008.
Prolog
"Danny, please.." she pleaded, with her hand on my shoulder as I hesitated in the door way.
Without turning, I mumbled numbly "No, mom. Not this time. I'm not going to take this anymore." with that, I shrugged off her hand coldly.
"We can talk about this, Danny. Please!" she begged as she made a grab for my wrist.
Tears burned in my eyes as uncertainty and pain washed over me in waves at my mom's begging. She was usually so strong, but now her voice sounded so small and shrill. It hurt to hear her this way.. But still, I couldn't bring my self to turn to look at her.
I knew my resolve would shatter once I saw her hurt and fearful face.
Could I really be doing this?
Was it right?
Was it fair? To her, my self, or to them?
The second their faces came to mind, those disdainful sneers and cold eyes, my resolve hardened to the point of diamonds. Cold and unbreakable.
My expression slid into that of a mask's, lifeless and completely neutral. "There's nothing left to talk about." I murmured in the same tone as my face, dead and unaffected.
I felt curiously weightless as I lightly pulled my wrist from my mother's weak grasp.
I was just a spectator. A third party observer. Almost like watching a movie.
It was as if it were someone else who was walking up to the car, someone else who threw her duffle bag into the backseat and slammed the door shut. Someone else stared at the ground as her mother's voice went from fearful to angry and desperate.
"Danielle Marie Swan, you cannot do this!" she shouted, as if the threat of parental force could stop what had already begun. Though her voice was firm and steady, the girl in front of her could hear the edge of hysteria that threatened to break through.
And she felt nothing, even as the neighbors poked their heads out of their respective houses and stopped what they were doing to see what the commotion was about. Shame should have made her pause, guilt should have made her stop and think about what she was doing, but there was nothing but numbness inside. Outwardly, though…
Unchecked and unbidden tears dripped down the girl's face as her dead voice stated calmly "I am doing this. I'm 18 years old and you can't stop me." There was no anger, no defiance or challenge in her voice or in her green eyes. Just a neutral statement of fact.
Someone else opened the driver's side door, despite the fact that her mother was at the point of sobbing.
"I dunno how long I'll be. If you need me, I'll be in Forks."
That same voice, so dead and cold.
That alien girl, the one who felt nothing, and yet could scream.
This wasn't me. I wasn't like this.
That stranger with my face, in my clothes, in my car. That couldn't be me.
Someone else began to drive away, away from everything she had, until recently, known and loved.
Someone else was leaving her mother, broken and in tears.
Someone else was running away, far away from all of the pain, all of the rejection. She was running away from THEM.
