Darkness.
That's all I remember.
I remember stumbling through the forest, calling his name. Praying that maybe just maybe we had never had that conversation.
He told me he didn't love me. He told me he didn't want me. And yet, I found myself not believing a word he said.
Maybe it was because he was trying to protect me. Maybe it was because he knew that I could do better.
And could I? Could I, Isabella Marie Swan the small town girl who fell in love with a monster, do better? No. Edward was no monster. He was good, and pure and all the light in my life. He made me whole, and without him...I will never be complete again.
Opening my eyes, I saw the dark forest around me. If not for the crescent above me the trees around me would be mere darkened shapes.
I struggled to stand and gave up after trying to get my legs to work. Every time I almost made it off the ground, my knees would buckle yet again, and my sobs would follow.
I don't know how long I tried that...I don't know how long I tried to get back up on my feet. I cried and cried, hoping that maybe he would come through the trees to aid me. To comfort me and hold me as he once did. As I thought of him I found myself clenching my fists tightly. My sadness and distraught was slowly turning into something much darker and angrier.
He left me. He left me to fend for myself in the woods. He wasn't coming back. That was the point, that was why he left. To never come back. He would no longer have to tend to my pathetic human emotions, and he would no longer need to pretend to care for something as fragile as I was.
My sobs halted and my tears were wiped away by my dirty hands. My fists hit the ground roughly and my nails dug themselves into the dirt and leaves. As my breathing became regular, I couldn't help but let out a loud piercing yell of anguish and frustration. I continued to beat at the ground and groan like a child who wasn't getting her way. By the time my temper tantrum stopped, my fists were bloody and my nails broken. Oh how fragile.
I stood up and looked around. Lost and bloody. Cold and angry. This wasn't the first time.
Right when I was about to take a step, I heard a crunch. Suddenly paranoid, I whipped my head around to look behind me, but saw nothing. He isn't there Bella. He left. He's gone.
The anger was returning and the crunching of leaves increased. I whipped my head around in almost every direction, spinning turning and on the verge of tears I was. I clutched my head as the voice continued to say the words. He isn't there Bella. He left. He's gone. My knees gave out once more and I fell to ground with my hands clutching my ears. Trying to block out the noise. Trying to block out the reality.
And just like that. It stopped.
The voice, the crunching it all stopped.
That was when I noticed him. In all his glory, a true god before me.
His eyes were green and cold, much like his demeanor. He stood tall and proud before me with slicked back black hair. He was clad in leather and gold armor. A long leather trench with brown and green lining trailed behind him and at his shoulders and a golden plated strap crossed his chest. Even while on the ground, It was clear that he was much taller than me. In his hands he held a strange staff with a strange blue energy at the end of it. He was a beautiful but frightening.
I shuffled backwards quickly, trying to hide my pathetic display from this strange man before me. He let out a curt laugh. His laugh wasn't genuine and neither was his smile towards me.
"Afraid are we?" He took a step forward and I continued to crawl backwards until my back hit a tree behind me. "There is no need for that. You wont be going anywhere I assure you little swan." He bent down before me. His eyes looked me up and down in confusion.
"Why does one so divine look so tattered and destroyed?" He questioned me. I didn't answer, for I didn't understand his words. I was the farthest thing from divine.
"Who...who are you?" I managed to stutter in my state of distress.
"I am Loki. And I have come to take you from this foul place." With that he grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. His hands were not gentle and they were far from light on my pale skin. I hadn't noticed how cold the air was until I felt his hand against my own. He was practically ice. It wasn't the same as...his skin was though. This was different. I let out a hiss of pain when he pulled my hands up in the light and examined them.
"This is sickening." Was all he said. "Though you are not one of them, your pathetic appearance almost says otherwise." This 'Loki' was speaking to himself as he held my hands in a bruising grip. If not for his word choice of words, I might have actually been insulted.
"One of what?" I asked slowly. At that moment, our eyes met for the first time, and I found myself staring into a piercing green abyss. The moment was ruined though by his horrible answer.
He narrowed his eyes at me,
"My you are daft." I struggled in his now forceful grip as he dragged me forward with him. This stranger was taking me away from forks. The sudden realization hit me that I was being kidnapped. This being, was kidnapping me.
"I wouldn't bother. I'm a god little swan. As weak as you are now, you will not be able to even match my strength." His grip tightened and my eyes filled with tears in fear.
"A what?" That was all i could get out before I was blinded by a bright light.
Yes well we will see where this goes from here. my lovely supporters: I hope you liked it. Let me know your thoughts my little swans! X