I always forget to do these... I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT... Stephanie Meyers does... though I do love the movie- Carlise.... *drools*
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Prologue: Race Against the Clock
When you're one amongst the vast world of immortality, you don't have to worry about something as trivial as time. I haven't had to worry about time since nineteen eighteen, when I was dying from the disease now known as retinoblastoma. Now that I lived in constant night, years felt like days to me.
Never did I feel time pass by in such a slow agonizing fashion and at times rapid pace. Never did I feel the effects of times as it slipped through my fingers. Never did I realize that time was of the essence, and in this case, quite literally.
But, for the first time in almost ninety years, I felt it.
Brother was running swiftly ahead of me. That much I could sense. He was always the fastest out of us all. I tried matching his ever- quickening pace but to no avail. He was in full pursuit now and I could understand why. If my mate were in danger… well… I tended not to think about that. It gave me the chills. I could only imagine how Brother was feeling right now.
I heard screams, faint and muffled, by the time we reached the outskirts of Phoenix. My useless eyes widened a fraction and even though he was ahead of me, Brother was very keen to pick up on that. He may have been the fastest, but I had the better ears.
He read my expression quickly and started running even faster than before, sometimes leaping on top of buildings, a feat that I copied almost immediately after he had done it.
The screams turned into shrieks of agony as we got closer. I heard Brother chocking back a tearless sob as the piercing cries shot through our sensitive eardrums. The screaming reached such a pitch that I almost winced. I know that Brother did.
Then the screaming started to die down and the feeling of horror and terror started to creep into my long dead, un-beating heart.
I only hoped that we weren't too late.