The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 19
Pen Name: Glitterb1234
Pairing/Character(s): Bella+Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 500
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Anyone walking through a graveyard after dark on a misty night had to be one of three things: stupid, crazy or suicidal. Occasionally, someone came along who fit into two categories. Finding someone who fit all three was even rarer still.
Edward was having trouble pinning down this latest wanderer.
To the young girl's eyes, the graveyard would be very dim, full of hidden shadows whose black depths she could only guess at the contents of. As she stumbled amongst the grey stones, clouds scudded across the black sky, blown by a swift wind that left the swirling fog at ground level curiously untouched and caused the bright full moon to disappear every few moments behind a new bank of gloom.
To Edward, as he watched her progress and followed silently from the cover of the trees, everything was as clear and sharp as day. He could tell that the girl had dark brown hair hanging in waves past her shoulders, wide brown eyes that darted around her in terror at every little sound, skin almost as pale white as his own, and a petite figure swallowed up by a baggy hoodie and shapeless jeans. She was pretty, he supposed, for a human just barely touching womanhood and gripped with fear. Certainly no Rosalie, but then, who was?
Bella Swan had no idea she was being watched. All she was aware of was the cold nipping at her fingertips, the breath becoming progressively harder to push in and out of her lungs, the fatigue beginning to set into her legs, and above all, the feeling of searching for something. There was no one she knew in this place, and yet something kept her moving, wandering through the fog with only a vague idea of where she was going, hoping whatever force was directing her would also be kind enough to show her the way out.
Her legs were aching so much by this point that she couldn't keep moving forward. She paused, now deep in the heart of the graveyard, and leaned against a tall slender cross with the name worn away by time. All the graves around her were in a bad way, leaning in odd directions, choked in moss and lichen, or crumbling under the effects of near constant harsh weather for who knew how many years. Bella tried to catch her breath, wincing as she stretched each of her leg muscles in turn, and glanced fearfully around her, unable to shake the sudden feeling that someone was watching her.
Meanwhile, Edward seemed to have lost control of his body. At least, that was what it felt like. When the girl had gone further into the fog, he hadn't even stopped to think before leaving the cover of the trees and melting into the darkness of the cemetery. Now he approached her, closer and closer, until at last she turned her head and her eyes widened as she spotted him.
"What are you?"
Without thinking, he answered.
"Yours."