Manly Pixie Dust
A love story with a bite.
What more can I say?
Um…how about
Bella and vampires?
But not your
no reflection
no contact with sunlight
immortal
human blood drinking
sleeping in coffins
type of vampires.
Nope.
Bella's story, my story,
is about a different kind of vampires
the Cullens, well more so
Edward Cullen,
and his ability
to turn my world
upside down.
I was new
to Forks, Washington.
They knew to keep away
from the inhumanly beautiful Cullens.
I knew I should too
but I was entranced
by the youngest,
Edward.
At first I thought
he hated me.
Turns out it was
just my smell that bothered him
in a way that was new.
Eventually he said
we shouldn't be friends;
he was bad for my health
yet he wanted to be my friend.
Way to confuse a girl
who no matter what,
was spellbound
to this boy.
There was a bonfire on the beach
where someone mentioned the Cullens.
An older Native American teen
said, "The Cullens don't come here."
An old friend from the reservation
tells me the story of his people.
How they came from wolves
and have a treaty with the cold ones.
"Cold ones?" I ask.
Vampires.
The Cullens relate how?
They are,
the cold ones.
Wow.
I do research.
Not much matches
my own observations:
speed, strength, beauty
pale skin, eyes that shift color
or my friend's:
blood drinkers, enemies of the werewolf
cold – skinned, immortal.
One day I found myself
driving home from Port Angeles
with the cold one
who wouldn't leave my thoughts.
I told him how I thought
he might be a vampire
how the idea got started
and that eventually
I came to the conclusion
that it didn't matter what he was.
Edward was shocked
to the point of anger.
"You don't care
if I'm a monster?
If I'm not human?"
No.
I.
Did.
Not.
Edward was a vampire.
There was a part of him
that thirsted for my blood.
I was unconditionally and irrevocably
in love with him.
I learned so much about vampires
including my previous observations being true.
They can have special abilities
Edward can read minds –
except mine.
They have a reflection.
They are immortal and cold – skinned.
They don't need to sleep
or even breathe!
Vampires can be vegetarians
through animal blood
and oddest of all
they sparkle in sunlight!
Oh the day
he showed me that meadow!
He must have thought,
in his nonchalant way,
"Look! I glitter!"
Now when I see
my Edward sparkle
behold the manly pixie dust!
Disclamer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer not me. sigh
A/N: Ok so the idea for this poem all got started in my Creative Writing class last week in school. We had to write a poem with a list in it, and at the time, I was rereading Twilight. How many lists can you find? My teacher always says you should write about what's taking you attention, so that's what I did. And in case you're wondering, the lines "Look! I gliter!" and 'behold the manly pixie dust' are inside jokes from my school's book club. Go LWE Book Club! We had much fun with chapter thirteen: Confessions.