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Hey there lads and lassie. I'm back with a Twilight fic, and well, I'm not the biggest fan of the book or the movies I didn't hate them either. There were two characters though that I felt got the shaft in the book, so here I am bringing them together… the way it was meant to be.

So, don't own it, don't sue me. Yo.

I: Post-apocalypse

Is there anything greater than the pain of a dream deferred? I think that Langston Hughes wrote that, or something very like it; but, then again there have been so many poets to come and go during the course of my… existence. Still, though, the sentiment remains true, especially in light of recent events.

It was a grand battle, the likes of which I have never seen. Not Gettysburg, nor Antitum or Shiloh, could compare to the scope of our struggle; for all that there were less than one hundred combatants all told.

The details, the blow-by-blow accounts are … elusive. It is the texture of it, the feel and flavor of our struggle that stays with me, not surprising considering when you consider my own particular brand of our curse.

I could feel the passion, the conviction of both sides concerning the rightness of the their cause. It sparkles on my tongue like the rarest of wines and the hottest of blood. Heat, great heat where I have not felt warmth in over a century and a half, washed over and through me on a wave of anger and violence.

My teeth tore at them, my hands crushed them, my speed confounded them. Each action colored by feeling: reds of hate, yellows of fear, purples of my own physical pain. Oh that pain, such that I felt that the control, so carefully inculcated into me, threatened to leave me forever. Still I thrilled to the myriad of emotions swirling around me.

Then a wave, a tsunami, an earth shaking explosion rocked me off of my feet. Triumph, victory! The battered remains of mt enemy dropped from my hands. In shear joy I was lifted up, exulted by the shower of feelings, shining like a diamond in an errant ray of sunlight. Glorified, uplifted, dazzled and dazzling, a vampire messiah hovering over the field of sacred warfare.

Then, the fall.

Clutching black claws, despair and grief, lanced with the electric volts of pure fury grabbed me from the meteoric heights of my euphoria. My soul, the very core of myself, was seized and dragged into the well of horror. This pool, this gulf, was so deep, so all encompassing that I could not fathom it source. No end, no beginning, just the pain forever and ever. Not the even my accompanying physical fall, the impact of immortal marble flesh onto the unyielding mountain soil, could pull me from that eternal abyss.