What if Edward couldn't get rid of the venom? Taking place around the end of Twilight (after James tried to kill her) Sorry if that spoiled something for someone
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There was complete silence. I heard not the sound of my predator, nor my screams as I hit the glass and watched a terrified girl in the mirror shatter to a thousand pieces as a dark figure closed in on her. My cowardice soul that I had naively followed in hopes of saving my mother abandoned my body and left it to face being eaten to death alone. I retreated into my mind, and let darkness encompass myself to wait patiently for sweet end.
I tried to face the unknown with the only real information I was exposed to on how to go about dying properly—Rest In Peace. Admittedly, It was cliché and unoriginal, but nevertheless I spent my last efforts attempting to calm myself into resignation and acceptance. Slipping deeper and deeper away from forks and its memories, almost gone and forgotten...and then shaking. This wasn't just a shiver either; it was an earth rumbling, tectonic plate splitting eruption. I was pulled and dragged and jolted out of my comfort as painful senses snaked their way back into my conciousness—rusty iron blood burned my tastebuds, faint urgent cries filled my ears, but most prominent was the smells. Cutting and winding throughout the stench of blood, (Mine perhaps?) was something else. I couldn't quite place it, just that it brought back the feeling of pure temptation and lust, maybe even love? Was I in love? Or was that just the sweet scent of heaven and I truly made it past death. I felt prodding along my face, someone lifting my reluctant eyelids to reveal the world I had so desperately tried to forget moments before, and then him. Definitely not heaven, this was better.
All of Forks, the hunt, and unfortunately the pain, came rushing back along with those penetrating drops of butterscotch I knew as his eyes. He was saying something, no, he was shouting. What a peculiar experience it was, to be transported back into the mayhem and chaos fully aware and realize that you can't move or speak anything. All I could do was try and communicate my conciousness with my eyes, hopefully he would notice the spark of recognition in them.
He did. Of course he would, he's Edward, and Edward can do anything.
He motioned and Carlisle's face loomed over mine. Understanding lit his expression and adjusted my head. Pop- my eardrums exploded with sound as Edwards voice finally reached my ears—still shouting as loud as a vampire can from half a foot away.
Ok. So, that was short, but I actually have a plot for this one, so maybe I'll finish it when junior year stops trying to kill me. Reviews would be cool, reviews in Spanish would be cooler.