A True Monster
By
The Valravn
Disclaimer: I neither own nor pretend to own Death Note or Twilight, nor the characters from those franchises that appear here. This is a piece of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only. I make no profit from this. This story has includes a Vampire and a Shinigami (Death God) if either concept is offensive to you stop reading now.
It fills the room and Edward with the sort of density only stars to be born or dead stars can generate. It looms over him and its wings expand, black, membranous, a funeral shroud. The thing's hand runs down his face, and for the first time in nearly a century, Edward Cullen shivers with cold. Its eyes glow, the embers of a funeral pyre, and as it opens its mouth, he has to take a step back. He looks down at the black book with the spidery lettering, the thing that shouldn't exist, but does. Edward knows now that this thing, looming and as immediate as an ice-storm, is truly a monster. It had never known humanity to begin with.
"If you had read the rules," the thing chuckles, and it sounds half way between a hiss and a rasp, "you'd know I can't harm you without using the Death Note." Edward stares and tries to run, to move, but no matter how fast he is, the thing seems to move as fast, faster, and it is in front of him, long blue lips upturned in a demonic smile. Small fangs glint inside its mouth, and winter light refracts off a heart shaped earring.
"Unfortunately for you, you're not human, are you?" it asks as its hands rake down his front, and Edward lets out a scream no one will hear.