Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor do I have any affiliation with Stephanie Meyer. This is purely for my own enjoyment, and any copyright infringement in purely unintentional. The only character(s) I own are Tawny, and all other original characters.
Prologue; Death
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The sun wove through her golden hair like a stunning thread, running down to the center of her back in soft curls that framed her slightly pink face. Warmth danced across her still fingertips, while she closed her eyes against a light breeze. The epitome of calm. The very essence of serenity. He watched her from the shadows, his throat burning as if he had just swallowed hot coals. She was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and everything he would have.
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In one foul swoop, the unsuspecting girl was attacked, a frightened scream ripping itself from her delicate lips as his teeth sunk into her neck. There was no pain; no poison burning like fire through her veins, no agony eating her alive. Just nothing.
Pure, absolute, and definite nothing.
The blackness was overwhelming, yet she had no knowledge of it. She did not exist, she was neither here nor there. Her seemingly lifeless body was being carried, swept through the foliage of states in a blur, but she was utterly oblivious to this fact. She knew nothing, remembered nothing... she felt nothing. The tiny girl did not comprehend the change her being was undergoing; how could she know? The ever present rose color that warmed her cheeks was long gone, replaced by an alabaster tone. Her plump lips were pale, and dark circles had appeared under her once sapphire eyes. Little did she know, her orbs were now a bright crimson - a color she would not be able to escape from for months. She would never be able to cry again, or sleep. The never ending thirst would claw at her throat forever, driving her mad until she killed.
This is what waited for her. This is what she was damned to now.
He left her in a dilapidated barn, barely visible beneath the layers of snow. The land belonged to no one, and he believed that her body would never be found, that no one would miss her. With one faint brush of her forehead, he erased her memory with the gift that followed him into his immortal life. Why did he go through such trouble to rip her away from society? Why did he leave her? Why didn't he just kill her? The questions ran through his mind as he left the now soulless woman, alone and broken. She laid still, limp against the freezing snow that she did not feel. Three days passed - three days of frozen nothing.
It was then she awoke.