Disclaimer: All the characters belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I'm only playing around with them. ;-)
The world had ended.
Generations of families had been destroyed.
The many people who had wandered around town just a few days ago were now gone.
Gone!
Never to cross this earth again.
The tall buildings which had enclosed upon us for so many decades were now piles of ashes around me.
Monsters made of black sand, ready to involve me and destroy me just like they did to the others. The ones who didn't survive the devastation that followed before my eyes.
The sky was grey. The perfect colour for the mourning that was soon to come, the mourning I dreaded because it would mean they were all dead. Dead and I was laying here on the wet, cold floor staring at nothing in particular – not enjoying the fact that I, me, this poor excuse for a human being, was alive! Alive! Oh the irony!
Yes, I was alive, my heart was still beating my blood through my body, my mind was still working as fast and thoroughly as it had been before all this, and my body was feeling everything that a normal person would feel in my situation.
I was also aching in every way you could think of. I was hurting in every aspect a person could. I don't know how long I spent there, lying on the cold concrete.
My body was submerged in a pile of a sickeningly red liquid, probably my own blood mixed with the blood of other's. I shuddered at the thought.
The idea of the spilled blood surrounding me disgusted me in a way I could never think blood would.
As if struck by lightning my body suddenly jerked up and before my mind could register anything, I was standing.
My bare feet were touching the inhumanly icy ground, my toes sunken in the sticking fluid. I took a deep breath, my eyes closed for a brief moment and then I exhaled. My eyes suddenly popped open.
The sight was beautiful – beautiful if you believe a destroyed city is a glorious sight – I do. The way the sunrise was kissing the top of the ashes that had been high skyscrapers a few hours ago and the blood was covering the floor like a sheet of burgundy velvet, made me want to get a good canvas and paintbrush and paint the scenery away.
But there was no canvas there, neither was a paintbrush nor paint to actually colour the morbid panorama.
Through my peripherical view I sensed some movement and quickly turned around. There, a few yards away from me lay a body. No, no just a body but a living body. A body that clearly belonged to a breathing person!
Another human being that had survived the devastation!
I exclaimed in surprised. A mixture of happiness and astonishment immediately engulfed me. I took a few uneasy steps toward it before the person stopped its struggling and inhaled a deep mouthful of air.
"Hello?" I asked, my voice was hoarse and my throat dry.
"Oh thank God!" The person exclaimed.
The voice was deep; I immediately noticed it was male. I took another few short steps towards the man before he spoke again.
"Are you still there?" He questioned. "Please, God! Please, let it be someone!!" He cried out.
He was scared, his voice was becoming frantic. "I could swear I heard someone…" He kept going. "I am not crazy, I swear I'm not…"
"Shh…" I silenced him by placing a pale finger on his mouth. "It's okay. You aren't crazy." I assured him. "I was the one who called."
His eyes widened and he was open-mouthed in a matter of seconds. "An angel!" He exclaimed. "They really exist!" He started. I laughed at him. Me? An angel? I only wished.
"Come on!" I urged him. "You can't lie here all day!" I said, momentarily forgetting where we were. Momentarily forgetting what had happened to our race.
I helped him up and only then did I really notice his abnormally good-looks. He was beautiful. His bronze hair was in a careful disarray on top of his head and he had green eyes. Jade Green. Just when I was losing my balance did I notice I had been holding my breath for the whole time. I exhaled and stumbled a bit.
"Easy there!" He said and quickly placed his hands on my shoulders.
I blushed, my face getting as red as a tomato, redder even.
"I'm Edward." He announced; the enthusiasm of finding another living person in this hell still traceable.
"Bella." I replied dryly.
"So…" He mused but quickly shut his mouth when his eyes rested on the scenery around us.
"Oh my God!"
I could tell I was losing him. The panic in him was rising and there was nothing I could do. I, myself was already a shell of a person.
Who was I to neglect him the angst, the terror? He had to feel the emotions I had right before I learned what had happened to us.
He had to experience the dread just like I did. So then we would free from it and able to carry on with our lives, or whatever it was we still had.
So I let him experience it. He embraced himself and fell on the floor. All the while shouting at random things and gripping his head.
He kept glancing at everything, drinking in the surroundings, memorizing it.
After a while his cheeks became damp and I noticed he was crying.
And I just stood there – watching this beautiful boy growing unhappier as time went by.
I don't know how long we were there.
Me standing before him and him dropped on the floor like an old rag, weeping for whatever reason he had.
And then his green eyes locked with mine and all the emotions I had experienced earlier came back at full force.
The salty tears rested in my brown eyes for a mere moment before they cascaded down my face and towards my mouth. The saltine on my lips tasted awfully well and I quickly liked it away.
"Bella?" Edward asked his voice husky.
"Yes?" I chocked out.
He didn't say anything else; instead he extended his arm and took me in his arms. I gave him an odd look and tilted my head to the side. He simply shrugged. And I took that as a sign to stay quite instead I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. Not long enough I felt the waterworks starting again. I wept and he watched me weep. The wall I had built around myself was down; the emotions quickly overtook me, submerging me, ripping my soul.
I cried for God knows how long till there were no more tears to be shed. It was then that I looked at his green eyes again.
"Are you alright?" He asked, clearly concerned. I shook my head, signalling the fact that I wasn't.
"But I will be…" I assured him, when I noticed his eyes sadden when I wobbled my head.
And I would be okay, we both would. Right there next to this beautiful boy I had never seen before, I felt a sudden urge of hope surrounding me and I took that as a sign. A sign that everything would be alright…
AN: Hope you have enjoyed the first chapter. Next chapter is coming along... :-)