Hey, I know I've been absent for a while, but I figure another spin on an old story might bring me back to life. Please review.
The gleaming white robes clung tightly to the woman thin figure as the lashing rain continued pelting down, leaving most humans running for cover – their fragile human bodies unable to withstand the chill of the October rain.
The woman's steps were quick, and agile – a hurried and frantic movement, but it still oozed a timeless grace far beyond her young exterior. The humans stared as the pale figure passed by, a common occurrence in the large city of Chicago, but this – this was different. There was something about the woman which just didn't up. Her skin, the pale colour of snow, didn't match the other humans' tanned, bronze faces, a reminder of the hot summer which had just passed.
An old beggar looked up from her position against the cool damp corner, just under the shelter of a bank's roof – the only protection she had from the harsh rain which continued to lash. As her eye caught the young woman's, a small smile spread across her face, remembering the few happy experiences which had occurred in her life.
The woman in the white robe shifted her vision to stare at the old baker, who quickly decided he should allow the beggar some shelter in his shop. He didn't get much customers, and perhaps it would be nice for a decent chat. It was true, she was beautiful.
As the woman continued to walk, several other unusual occurrences took place, significant events which would change people's lives forever. A sly smirk spread across her face at the thought of how easily humans were manipulated and she grinned at her own power, but she had other, more important matters to deal with today, and she would not let her sister get there before her.
Her robes billowed behind her, in the wind, as she sprinted forward, increasing her long strides so she could get to her destination quicker. She could sense in her mind that her sister was close by, and She would not win this one. The woman in the white cloak maintained that she was the best of the duo.
No light came without darkness; no coin had only one side.
The woman snorted quietly, truly believing her life would be a lot less hellish without her sister, not that she couldn't cause harm herself …
She skidded to a halt at the front of a shabby, tilted house. She was late, running out of time and she needed to move quickly. A white aura surrounded her as she closed her eyes, which did not open again until a painful cry came from above, and much gasping as a drowning two year-old child filled his lungs with much needed oxygen, he had been deprived of for the last few minutes.
"I guess I'm late." A blunt voice from beside her stated, twisting her brown hair around her finger resentfully. "I got caught up making sure the receptionist was a meal – the Volturi didn't see me of course. Don't worry sis'."
"Disappointed actually – work on the empathy sis'." She snorted sarcastically. "I just figured Father wouldn't be too pleased if you messed up, maybe you'd go into Exile for a years, do us all a favour." A slow smirk spread across her face slyly.
An identical one spread across her sister's, looking strangely out of place on such an angelic person. "Because you've never experience Exile before, have you Bella?" She smiled sweetly. "Never?"
"Shut up, now." A warning tone crept into her voice, and her sister kept quiet for a moment. "You'll take care of Elizabeth, won't you, Jane? I think I might find myself busy … if something were to harm her, I might now be able to stop it." Bella shared a small smile with the sister she claimed to hate.
"Sounds almost like your becoming dark."
Bella grinned as Jane glanced up at Elizabeth and her son. The battlefield was clear, and she was always one for a war.
"So I'll see you in fifteen years, Bitch. That's when I'll get my revenge for tonight. I doubt you'll win next time." Jane smirked, extending a hand.
"Fifteen years, Jackass. You can have the mother and the father, but I want the son." Bella smirked, shaking Jane's extended hand, before pulling her sister into a hug. "I have to admit, I did miss my evil twin."
"We'll see Bella. I find the son has a certain … potential that I find appealing." Jane grinned, having no intention of letting the son slip through her fingers. "You know," she said, as Bella broke away from their embrace, "you Light really are too soft."
"I'll see you in fifteen, and I want that agreement stuck to." Bella smiled, her eyes shining with tears that would never fall.
"Relax Bells – it will be like a second for us, and as for the agreement, since when have I been the most trustful person you know?" She joked, but her eyes also shone with tears.
The two sisters stood, one tall, one small, silently trying to express their feelings without lowering themselves. They knew, however, that they would never be able to do it – being far too proud for anything so lowering - and unnoticed by any of the humans, they faded away.
15 years later
The sharp stench of decaying bodies met her nostrils, a disgusting smell, made even worse by the sickeningly sweet smell that accompanied it – vampire. Jane had played it out well, one of her own creation - even one she loathed for going against its instinct - was within the walls of the hospital.
Bella stared down distastefully as her foot collided with a dead body, before shaking it off – it was not for her to worry about and she feared she was already late. Too late.
The long narrow hallways were filled with chaos, nurses and doctors screaming for support as understaffed work force tried desperately to help all they could, but everywhere she looked, all Bella could see were doctors calling the time of death, the patients too far gone for even her to recover. She attempted to help the others, to make the doctors immune to the disease, but she had no time to stop – a more important life was on the line.
Her powerful eyes stared at the grime and blood along the hospital's less than sterile environment as she continued to walk towards the room 101. She quickened her pace as she smelt Jane in the air, sprinting quickly, despite a nurse's protests.
Jane was outside, grinning happily as Bella speeded in to find the room empty. "You did it then."
"Yes. I told you I'd win this time." Jane grinned, an unusual occurrence reserved only for when she defeated Bella.
Bella glared, "I told you not to. This was important."
"I know." Her expression changed to a sombre one. "But you know how much Father has been pressuring me. I needed to do a good one." And as much as she hated to admit it, Bella had been doing worryingly well on her side of the 'family buisness'. "The world can't all be filled with cheesy happiness, Bella."
"It can't all be filled with gore either, but I get it Jackass." Bella smirked, "I will make a right of your wrong, however."
"Try me." Jane winked, glancing in at the empty hospital room. "I am sorry about him, but he'll be happy eventually."
"You reckon? I've been watching him since he was a baby, and he doesn't seem like the vampire type. Dark and brooding – he'll blame himself for what he does. Vegetarian if I ever saw one."
"Its true – I doubt he'll even need your assistance to do it. Aro won't be pleased that there is another, especially with what his gift will be." She remarked resentfully thinking that her handy-work would go to waste if he did indeed hit the vegetarian bandwagon.
"True. How long will it be this time?" Bella didn't specify what she was asking, Jane knew.
"I actually … don't know." Jane glanced up, uncertain for once in her life, of when she would see her sister.
"Do you reckon … his dark years?"
"When he starts drinking from humans? Maybe …" She mused. "If not, I'll just wreak some other havoc on a human to bring us together."
"I'll make some cheesy holiday. How would you like another Christmas, Jane?" Bella asked mockingly, knowing her sister's hate of anything remotely joyful.
"What? Like you made Thanksgiving last time we hadn't talked for a while? Wasn't quite the sisterly reunion I would have liked – a little too smug, weren't you?"
"What about Bella's Day?" She joked smugly, before evaporating into the air.
"Oh you'd better hope you don't, little Bastard." Jane said to the empty air before evaporating herself.
10 years later
"He won't do it again." Jane mused to her sister as they stood in the shadows watching as Edward, the vampire with no last name, let out screeches of rage, punching everything in sight.
"No. He saw the look in her eyes. I don't think he would ever be able to do it again." Her sister agreed, her traditional white robes standing out in the darkness of the forest.
"I think we really need to find a new fixation. Its getting quite tiring mopping up after him."
"Indeed. He would have made a great human though," she fixed her sister with a harsh glare.
"It had to be done." She frowned, staring as the vampire stood, panting for unnecessary breath as he looked at the damage he had inflicted upon the forest.
"I think we had better go – he'll see us if we remain."
Once again, the two sisters faded into the darkness, leaving the vampire to remorse his wrong doings.
100 years later
"So, Forks?" Jane's sceptical tone echoed over the phone. Technology had increased since they had last spoken, and it took no effort to trace her sister's number after she heard of Bella's new outrageous plan. "With the humans? Father was joking, right?"
"I'm bored, and I wanted a change in scenery. Besides, I kind of felt like unleashing some torment, and who do we know who owes us a life debt?"
"Edward? You're going to torment a family of vampires? What can I say, you dirty Bastard, you truly are my sister."
"Love you too, Jackass."