Faceless
A/N: Hey all! A little background on this one-shot, I had an English exam last month, and part of it was "personal writing". I wrote this under the heading The face I show the world... When first written this could have fitted any vampire's mind set, but after editing it, I thought it suited Edward's past, after leaving Carlisle and exploring his new found afterlife.
Told from Edward's point-of-view.
Note: This story was edited and reposted – hopefully improved ;) (It earned 68 out of 70 marks in my exam ;)
I hope you enjoy ;) Feedback would be appreciated ;)
The face I show the world really is not my face at all. It is a mask, woven out of many layers, depths in which the rarest person may rarely see. The plastic smile I show the world reflects the sun's happy rays out to mankind, tricking others into thinking this happiness is of my own creation.
Blocking those beams of light, my sharp teeth; pearls of razor knives help darken my internal being, keeping the shadows inside alive, letting them dwell within my mind and soul for eternity.
These eyes, though they once glistened as beautifully emerald as a grassy meadow, are now tortured seas of crimson. The blood I drink does not flow through my ash-dry veins but through my eyes, it shines through my iris, a reflection of my inner demon.
The eyes...windows to the soul...mine portray my emptiness, the gaping hole of darkness that once contained a light. My humanity.
The blackness surrounded by red water contains a raging storm of emotions. Thunderous anger, raindrops of agony that fall heavily into a sea of angst. The waves, so strong, so crushing often wash over my conscience, drowning whatever good or purity that was once there.
This skin that cloaks this agony may be as white and innocence as the first snowflake of winter, but reality, the only similarity to that little snowdrop is the coldness my skin possesses.
The contrast between us is much greater, for beneath this skin lies a blackness deeper than the darkest night - no stars to brighten my dullest days.
The moon, like all good inside me has long been slain and in its place hovers a void. A black hole that is so like my heart, you could say it t'was my empty organ floating in the sky, long since it have left my failing, falling body.
I am a vessel of darkness, used by evil and demon alike to cause agony to this world that still tries to save me. I am not to be saved for the Devil is my maker, Satan is my father now and God has long forgotten me.
The Lord does not care for my cancerous presence on his planet, God does not look nor does he think of me, I am merely his fallen brother's weapon in his perfect world.
I am like Cain, long since have I slain my brother Abel and since then I have been damned to hunger for his blood, to wear a human's shed crimson life like armour...like a mask.
This mask I wear may appear like white skin and said to be as pure as diamond, but truly it is as crimson as the blood I shed...I am a vampire, a soulless creature punished to walk the earth as stone monster to scare humanity, feed from their criminals veins, a monster living off of other monsters.
I am a vampire, a murderer...a masked murderer.
And I'm outside your door.
A/N: So what did you think? Please review, opinions matter! ;)
Alas, a Twilight story from me – it's been a long time, huh? ;) A bit dark, but like I said, this story wasn't originally meant as a fic :)
Tell me what ya'll think :)
- Mel out ;D