Disclaimer: I own nothing. Bella, Jacob, Edward, the Volturi are all Stephenie Meyers.
The Black Swan
(Bella)
I ran.
The Italian wind, so sweet so warm leapt beside me like a wolf. I thought of Jacob. Then I thought of nothing. The square with the redclad people, thousands of red riding hoods, stretched before me. The sun was a burning blob eating up the blue sky. My mind was by Edward, but there was still a little room for a little thought: why the hell would anyone wear a red robe in this heat? And why the hell would vampires live in such a hot place. Vampires. Again Edward obscured everything in my mind.
The passion of my love was thick in my blood. I could feel it rush through the veins. A world without Edward was a world without cause. I couldn't lose him. I couldn't go through even another minute without him. If we were one, a symbiosis, how could we then breathe without the other? A bit of me was angry. What had he thought of, leaving me? Had he never even managed to imagine the hole it tore up in me?
I pushed past red bodies (red bodies, oh how ironic in the vampire lair), didn't even care when they accidentally fell. Who cared? If these people hindered me from saving Edward, I would become vampire and slaughter every one of them. Then the Volturi would kill me. Ah, who would care if Edward would be dead.
Then I saw him. In the alley. A cliché perhaps, but my heart stopped beating. Months I had been without him. Now he was there, only a couple of metres in front of me.
I saw how destroyed he was and tears filled my eyes. He looked like an angel with broken wings.
So I ran.
(Edward)
I stood in the shadow of the great house and saw the people crowd in the town square. Their scents made the air fuzzy, the sounds of their hearts and minds buzzed as meaningless chatter in my head. I didn't care. I couldn't have had less appetite for blood before than now.
She was dead.
I crippled in agony. It was blue-hot, the pain. It was a flame eating up me until there was nothing nothing nothing. I was nothing. Or I wanted to be nothing.
The sky was grey, the people's robes were dark grey. It was scary to realize that the world had lost its colours. I squeezed my eyes. Hard, hard. I should have never fallen in love with Bella Swan. Should have realized it would the end of me and her. Romeo and Juliet couldn't be together, so why could we? Why did I think that everything would be OK? It was stupid, stupid. Ugh. And now I would pay for it.
Never had the sunlight seemed so inviting. I knew the Volturi were nearby, guarding, especially after my little visit. Felix, Jane, Demetri and Alec. Hopefully they would be fast. I wanted death. Besides, living a 100 years took its toll on one. I needed to die. Now was perfect.
My bare feet moved over the cool stones. The first smile for months graced my lips. As I stepped in the sunlight, I saw how the pain started to fade. I would be reunited with my Bella.
For eternity.
I hope that was fine. It may be a little different to the original story, but I have to do rewrite it a little before I start on the real story. It will continue, naturally. Soon. Btw, this is my first story, so be gentle.