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Story Setting: Post Eclipse(Prior to Breaking Dawn)
Note: Sorry to start with and authors note but this is my first fan-fiction and I am really nervous about it. With that said this is just a excerpt or Prologue of sorts I guess, just a little something to set up the story a little here. I'd love it if the work was strong enough to speak for itself, but I'm rusty after a 5 year hiatus from writing and that just isn't the reality, so I need to give this a little help. I don't have a beta, and you'll probably know I desperately need one after this, but I felt encouraged enough by the many talented writers on here I correspond with and whose work I am addicted to. I was finally urged and encouraged by these wonderful minds to finally post my own stuff, so finally I am. I am not desperate for reviews, even though I am sure they will help, I just made a promise to do this and at least post it, so I am leaving it at that. Review if you feel the need, but I am ok if you don't.
Prologue ( Butterflies)And then Alice had a vision. Not the truly alarming heart stopping kind, with red eyed immortals or ghosting Voulturi ascending in black robes, but something much more simple, common place, generic. But this vision revolved around Bella, and at the mention of her name, my whole being was instantly on edge. It was difficult for me not to be apprehensive now, emotional, timid even as my life was about to change course into the unknown and unknown future I was never suppose to have. All that I wanted, all that I was or hoped to be rested on Bella, on one beautiful human girl's existence. I was still imagining, suddenly the burden that such an expectation must place on her young shoulders. Was it too much, had I asked for too much, when I barely had the right to ask for anything at all?
"Alice can you show me? Just show me, please?" I had pleaded and my voice sounded so broken ,even to me. " It's Bella!" She had whispered and her voice was haunted.
"It's so, ………..she's so unfocused, temporary, but I keep seeing her, crying and weeping really relentlessly, but nothing more. It changes just slightly, but the center of it is always the same Bella, crying and weeping brokenly."Alice had added and her own voice was achingly soft and faltering on the word broken.
My mind spiraled in a second into the depths of some unseen despair and then was racing the way my dead heart could not. Her words said so little and yet spoke volumes and the impact, overwhelmed me. The dream like pictures, assaulted my suddenly fragile mind, the heartbroken weeping images of her, too reminiscent of the night she'd said goodbye to Jacob.
I didn't know what this meant or what it could be, who she was saying goodbye to now, but my heart clenched painfully against my will. I didn't want to feel this, didn't want to embrace the anxiety this was releasing, ripping through me, burning me not unlike some new excruciating form of venom in my veins. The vision consumed me, a slow torture clawing at my dead heart ripping it to shreds, along with my mind and scattering them in pieces to some dark unseen wind.
