hii. so this is my Twiligh Saga Eclipse Fanfiction. its in the Point Of Veiw of Anastasia (Tasie) Hawthorn. a college student in seatle who's bestfriend name Riley Biers has gone missing for the past two months. She is harassed by lawyers, pyscologist, threapist, social workers, devetives, private investgators and teachers to talk about Riley's dissapearance, which she knows almost nothing about. But feels responcible for his proabable death.
its mostly in the point of veiw of Tasie it can switch from Tasies p.o.v to third person. its noted though. this story doesnt involve the cullens, bella or the werewolves at any point right now until the fight in the eclipes story line. it will follow the story line of the book and movie in parts of victoria and the growing newborn army.
here it is Eluding Darkness Chapter 1: The Aftermath
Riley Biers. He was my best friend. He kept me safe. He kept me healthy. He kept me happy. Made sure i wake up for classes. Made sure I don't get into fights. Made sure I studied for exams. Made sure I was alive. I promised I'd do the same thing for him. But I failed.
Riley Biers, the one who kept me alive and safe, who made sure I was always alright, was dead.
I lay crumpled in corner of my dorm room. Waiting. Just waiting for him to knock on the door, come and wake me up and tell me I was going to miss my classes if I didn't get moving. But he wasn't going to. He wasent coming back. He was gone. He went missing two months ago. Never was found. I've been dead too. Dead to the world. Wont leave my room. Answer any calls or texts or emails. My roommate even moved out on me. I would only talk if necessary and only to certain people. I rocked back and forth to cope. Riley? Where are you? Where are you! There was a knock at the door. My head shot up and my rocking seized. Riley? Is that you? They knocked again. it can't be him. Riley's gone. He's not coming back. "Ms. Hawthorn?" the voice called. It wasent Riley's voice. I knew it wouldn't be. The voice was familiar though. I restarted my rocking. The door opened. I looked up warily to see Dr. Drensmon and Mr. Carbony. The lawyer and social worker that was dealing with Riley's case. Apparently I was a crucial witness. I glared at the two darkly.
"go away." I growled, still rocking subtly.
"Now, Anastasia When was the last time you've eaten?" Dr. Drensmon asked in a bittersweet voice.
"Shut it Professor Shrink." I snapped at him. I stood up wobbly. I haven't gotten off the floor in about three days. I was really hungry. I needed food. Riley would have made sure I ate. But riley is not here. I have to constantly remind myself that he wasent coming back. "I don't need you shrinking down so you can put me under a microscope!" I shook my hands by my head to show that I was stressed. My hair was messed up, knotted and greasy.
"Ms. Hawthorn, don't act like we're the bad guys. We're on the same side. All of us want to find Mr. Biers." Riley. His name is riley. He hated being called Mr. Biers. And I hate being called Ms. Hawthorn. Only Riley can call me that. "Mr. Biers is our main concern. We are all working to find him. And we know you were a close friend" I am…was his best friend. "So we're here to help you stay on track and get updates. You know Mr. Biers would want that."
"His name is Riley!" I screamed. "Stop calling him Mr. Biers! He hated that! His name is Riley!" I crumple down onto the floor, fingers tangled in my tattered hair. I look at the red numbers glowing on the digital clock. 3:52 p.m. Dr. Drensmon looks at Mr. Carbony.
"Ms. Hawthorn." the geeky point Dexter that is Mr. Carbony. "do you remember anything about the night Mr.-" I glare up at him. He coughs nervously. "uhh. I mean Riley went missing?" I groaned. We have done this twice a week for the past eight weeks why would my answer change?
"Listen geek squad. I want him found. I want him found. And I want him found now." I stood back up. "Now do I make myself clear, James, Devin?" I say sternly threatening with their first names. Dr. drensmon coughed nervously just like Mr. Carbony did.
"Very well then." Dr. Drensmon finishes off, both heading for the door. "We will keep Mr. Biers in our thoughts." they left the room before I could react. The door shuts and I explode. I run full force into the door. Pounding on it will my fists.
"His name is Riley!" I scream, my voice cracking in my emerging cries. I slide down against the door, covering my eyes with my hands. This is my entire fault. I should have gone out with riley that night. There was so much I never told him. No matter how cliché it sounds. I never said thank you. I didn't get to have a last laugh with him, or see him smile, or give him a hug. I'm gunna fail college without him. He actually had made me a decent half-worthful human being on the planet. He made sure I never got into mischief or hurt myself intentionally or unintentionally, mentally or physically. Riley… made… me… strong. But now… I am broken. Now, I am gone.
I tried to suck up my tears and calm myself down. The clock now read 4:34. Tonight. I need to go out. I collect myself, grab my shower caddy and went to off to the bathroom. People looked at me. Every. Single. Person. Girl, guy, teacher, parent, visitor, staff member, everyone. I tried to ignore them but it was hard. It was like everyone was talking about me. But everyone was talking about me. No doubt. The bathroom got quiet once I entered; I headed down to the showers and got undressed. Dropping my clothes on the floor carelessly I got into the shower letting the hot water run down my back. The warm beads of water pricked my skin, giving me goose bumble till my body adapted to the temperature. My muscles relaxed and my hair began to become a little cleaner. I shampooed and conditioned my black hair that fell lank against my back, chest and shoulders. I inhaled deeply. I think just walking through the hallway to the showers was the most human interaction I've had in a while. But I kept just arguing with myself. Why didn't I go out with Riley that night? He would be in school, waking me up and stealing my iPod if I went with him. I was sick that night. I remember now. I had a fever. I told Riley to go out that night since he had stayed with me for the last two days. But he didn't come back. In the morning he didn't wake me. I had my roommate call me in sick again to my job and classes and picked up my work. I suspected Riley just thought I needed rest but later that day I got the phone call. The call that told me that Riley Biers had gone missing and that they found his messenger bag and a light bloodstain on a sidewalk by a cyber cafe and loading dock. And that's when I had the meltdown.
I shut off the water and wrapped a large fluffy white towel around my body. Calming my thoughts I grabbed my dirty clothes and headed back to my dorm. My dorm room was an utter mess. My bed lay unmade and the other stripped clean down to the mattress. Two of the dresser drawers were pulled out on the floor and clothes hung out of the others. The shade was off the lamp a big pile of papers was on top of the dresser. Pictures scattered across the room. Burnt, ripped and wetted. And then there was shattered glass that was spread around. It was from the picture frame I threw across the room. I walked into the room over to the broken frame that was upside down on the ground. The wood was cracks a splintering and the post that keeps it up was broken in half. I flipped it over to see the picture of me and Riley at our friends wedding from last year. I wore a strapless violet cocktail dress and Riley wore a suit. Both of us smiling. Both of us happy. Both of us here. Little shards of glass were stuck in the edges of the picture. I picked them out and threw them on the floor, trying to decipher my emotions on the picture. I remain undecided after a few seconds. I walk over to the dresser that has a mirror attached to the top of it. Ripped pictures and smudged lettering decorated it. I looked to see my reflection of my lifeless body. My dull black hair that was still slightly damp lay lip against my shoulders and chest, my skin was an olive tone but slightly drained of color from stress of recent events. My eyes were a icy gray color. Riley always said I had eyes to kill for. They pierced my skin, I felt my own coldness re radiate off of me. I looked horrible. Riley. I need riley. I miss him. I need him. He is my best friend. It's my entire fault. It Is. I told him to go at leave me. It's my fault he's gone. And I hate myself. "I hate you!" I screamed at my reflection. I grabbed the metal hairbrush off the dresser and chucked it at the mirror. Shards of the reflective glass flew, all them dodging me almost on purpose. I screamed as loud as I could. And by now everyone learned to ignore my painful cries. I crumpled on the floor letting the glass intrude my skin now. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I killed riley. I'm the reason he's dead. And now I want to die too. The one person who believed in me and didn't think I was all bad was gone. The one person who made me smile and kept me on my toes was gone. The one person who I trusted and trusted me was gone. He is gone! I growled at myself, limply picking my body up off the floor. Out. I need to go out. I looked at the cracked mirror. My expression full of venom and detestfulness. I open the drawer and pull out a pair of black skinny jeans and a loose off white tank that has only the one strap in the back. My hair has dried to its natural straight form and I brushed my side bangs over. The little streaks in my hair of blue and white made my eyes pop out made them look even more dangerous looking. The clock glowed 8:36. I grabbed my phone and IPod and apply my makeup then leaving the dorm building to a place I know I shouldn't go.
I end up in front of 'The Net' Cybercafé. The last place anyone saw Riley. I had taken a train here almost getting lost twice but something in my gut told me to come here. I inhale deeply and let it out then enter the cybercafé. It's quite, it's quant and smells like cappuccinos and coffee grinds. People are typing away on computers probably doing last minute essays or on social networking sites. I order a coffee and sit down in a small booth towards the back of the cafe. I shouldn't be here. I feel flips in my stomach that gives me pain. I feel awkward and tense in here. I look around the room to see one man staring at me. He looks college aged around twenty five twenty six maybe, just staring at me intensely. He has shortish gelled up hair and dangerously pale skin. Paler than I could ever be. Also wears a blue v-neck tee with black dark wash jeans and a moss green upholsterly looking material jacket. But the one thing that catches me are his eyes, they flicker from a red to black. Scarier than Riley could ever claim my foggy colored eyes to be. They sent a sharp rush of adrenaline through my system. My heart rate skyrocketed. Why is he looking at me like that? Does he know Me.? I don't know him. A million thoughts, questions, possible answers and solutions run through my head. I think I'm going to short circuit. I finish my cappuccino and decide it's time to leave. I leave money on the table and head out the door and it starts to drizzle in the dark sky. The man leaves also following slowly behind me. Flustered I walk into the dark trying to lose him. Why is he following Me.? What did I do.! I make a turn down an alley, I see the flicker of the red eyes. I turn my head for a second and their gone. Where'd he go? Maybe I lost him. I exhale in relief and turn background to come face to face with the red eyed man. I inhale sharply trying to hold by my scream.
"Think you could try a lose Me." the voice growls teasingly. I feel a cool almost metal like finger I suppose pull up my chin a bit. I flinch for a moment. "But your just so pretty and you smell so good." the man flashes his teeth at me. They are perfect pearly white teeth not a flaw not a discolored spot. Nothing. Their brighter than the sun. I try and push away only to get slammed into a brick way. The back of my head gets hot from the impact.
"Do it." I urge on. "Kill me, I don't care. I have nothing to live for. So do it. Rape me, mug me, just kill me after." I shrug my shoulders. It serves me right to die. I'm the reason for Riley's death. The man chuckles.
"Don't worry sweetheart I'm not going to do any of that." he grabs my wrist and starts to crush the bone. I can't help but scream out this time it hurts too much. This only makes him smile more. He then twists my arm and I yelp in agonizing pain. I hear a light thud then my arm is released and I fall the ground. I see another man holding the attacker against the wall.
"how many times have I told you not to do that." the attacker just groans out in pain from the hit to the wall and the voice of this savior. "Go back. Now." the savior growls at him. I guess I can call him a savior but he basically ruined everything I wanted to die. The attacker disappears. In the flickers of the dim street lamp I get a dull view of the savior man. His hair is brown with a small, familiar reddish tint to it. His back faces me and my blood pressure shoots up. I know-knew someone who has that color hair. His hands look big and strong and he wears a black coat and black to dark jeans. I feel the stomach acid turn. I must be going delusional. It cannot be. It can't. Why do I make myself think this? It can't. It can't be him. The savior turns around after a few seconds. And my stomach literarily drops.