A/N: This is my first Bella/Edward and my first Twilight FanFic, which is Vampire. Enjoy.
By the way...
The poem at the beginning is claimed by someone; VampireBunnyLord. As we go to the same school and know each other like we know ourselves she came up with this poem, due to something that will happen in Big Brother: Uchiha Style, during our school's Writing Club.
This story was inspired by her beautiful writing and is dedicated to her, soo... Thanks for being with me when times were down. Thanks for believing in me and supporting me all the way. Thanks for being a full-time sister and never hurting me. I hope you love it but you won't get chapters earlier than anyone else, I still adore my reviewers. ;) ;P ;)
Hinata'sBadSide
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight characters, but VamipreBunnyLord owns the poem at the beginning.
Prologue: Death at Masquerade
'Lilting shreds of paper riddled the walls with red and gold,
Though held still the party was no longer jovial,
The colours stayed, unwilling to fade, into grey while one enjoyed themselves.
A devilish smile, a smothered chuckle deep in his heart,
The chaste kiss on corpse cold lips as they do part,
The killer at the masquerade,
Why, where to start?
As the lovers doth twirl and spin, by warm beats
The fun does not begin only heats,
And in the canopy staring down, wearing a face of a clown?
The choosing, the waiting and fine deliberating,
A calculating look and a dancers finest bating,
Now all naive young ladies come a chasing,
The killer at the masquerade.
How do we stop one we can not notice, let alone expect?
When no one can tell what happened next,
Though the body, left by he, was plain to see.
Blood soaked bodice, hefty broken collar,
A chuckle at the library door,
They turned to look but saw no more
Of the killer at the masquerade.'
Once he'd led his lover through a large balcony, one seeming to have appeared out of my rare dreams of Pemberly, and patted her off the edge, his cold coarse hand pulled me at the elbow to journey as his lover did.
My mind was all in rambles, my breathing a shallow gasps from empty chest and heart as the face of the recently dead haunted my thoughts and would for my at-length-eternal life. He saw my petrified expression and chortled hollow. As his lover waits for us to depart from the out landing of the library, he ignored her impatient hisses. I could feel his eye's raking my naked neck but was vaguely conscious of it for my mind was at other distressing places and times.
I was bought back to the new reality as his icy fingers trailed from the peak back of my ear down to the bend that was my shoulders. He leaned into me, the slaughterer of innocent, and pressed his lips lightly on to the slope of my neck. Even with newly-gifted, bountiful speed I couldn't get away from him quick enough, for his hand suddenly tightened around my neck. A sign boasting he could crush me. Crush me so that my mother would think she were walking on soft, powdery sand and not the dust that was deceased me.
"You're not going anywhere... not tonight." He snarled at first but soon conceded to soft sighing tone. Again he bent his head into me, taking a piece of my 'intoxicating', as he put it, scent with him.
A fatal hiss sounded behind me. I turned and was pleased to find his lover there. She wouldn't let him molest me in the slightest within sight of her grim eyes... The killer tittered again. He moved from me to the perfect beauty that was she, his forever lover. Or so I prayed on countless nights.
"Jealous, my love?" He pondered as he stroked her bare back like he did my neck. Passionately but also, cautiously. His 'Beauty' snapped her perfect teeth at me, indeed a strong warning answer to his question.
"I'll never know what you see in her, she's still mousy. Even after changing!" Her words were music to my ears. Thank god I was still me or what was left of me.
"You are biased with hate for her, my love. Love, let us leave before my thirst grows hungrily once those petty villagers and commoners come to stake us and waste holy water. Let us go, before I do something I'll regret and ma..." His speech was muffled by the aggravated sounds of the humans.
My head focused on the killer as he inwardly grinned. His thirst was of no secret to me and did not surprise me any longer. He held his hand out for his lady friend to win before he peeked at me.
"Return to my room. We will talk Isabella." He whispered, for my ears only before he was gone. He flew away with his 'Beauty' seeming oblivious to me. But I knew he would be back if I did not return to his home. I would not risk my living loved ones for my shattered existence.
The immaculate and heavenly doors of the library burst open as many people spilled out like ants escaping from a flood. They soon spotted me as I; a doomed female took my place on the edge of the balcony.
A few of the human's came forward, pleaded for me to think of what I was going to do. But I just smirked as one called out "Don't give up your life, you only live once." A little too late buddy, I beamed within.
As I spread my wings out, my white/black dress flowed in the night breeze before I stepped off, though not too late of sighting one of my own.
An angel glared viciously before me, scaring me more than the departed killer ever could, barring his sharp white teeth. His eyes pools of heavenly bullion raked my body, taking in ever inch of me. A low pant jingled for his ears only before…
My body plummeted down the castle as the people rushed forward to see the scene of blood splattered on the floor but the floor was not the fixation of my mind. It was he, the angel far above me. His eyes closed ashamedly as he turned away.
He'd left. I flew over onto my front before pounding my feet against the air, propelling myself home. Glancing back, he was there, crouching, as if to hunt, on the tallest tower of the building. The angel's black cloak whipped in rhythm to his bronze hair, whilst the moon lit his most prominent features. My gasp sounded like a church bell at the break of light as it dawned on me of what the golden-eyed-cherub-with-no-heartbeat be... Nooo! I shook my head as I flew off, it couldn't be possible.
A/N: Cliffee? I'd like to see who you guys think the 'the killer' is and who his 'lover/Beauty' is. Also, (if you haven't figured it out by now, and I used her name then you haven't read it carefully) whose POV you think it is. And lastly who could our golden eyed angel be? ;)
If you guys hated it, liked it, found it completely boring and useless, please tell me so I can work on my mistakes. The more reviews I get within the week the faster I'll update. I'm giving you all one week to tell me if it's crap and makes you wanna gorge your eyes out or if it makes you break into a habit of biting nails, one you never thought you had before, due to suspense.
I've started another FanFic; a Bella/Edwards. The new one will be human and I've planned it all out up to chapter 4/5.
Also I've had some difficulties; I lent my USB to a not-nearly-a-total stranger and one thing led to another. Now, I've lost some important and one-of-a-kind FanFic documents and all my school work is now in some code.
So I'm an idiot for lending someone my USB and am now going to log off my laptop and go to sleep. I've a test in the morning and I did badly in the last one, soo goodnight. Please R&R or I may not continue.
Hinata'sBadSide