Thank you for following this story into the next edition! As I mentioned in the first preface of 'Black Hole Sun' (yes I am inspired by the music of Soundgarden, and now Muse), this is only for my own personal enjoyment and the enjoyment of others. I do not own twilight, though I did purchase the Ebooks and I have the ebooks open while I write. I may make some errors or typos, please PM me if I do- as I can sometimes write slower than my mind processes a sentence and it can boggle things up. I will be going through Black Hole Sun (twilight, an alternate telling) soon to fix these errors, but I'm sure that some would rather I just continue and go back to my mistakes once the series is finished?
Towards the end of Black Hole sun, I intentionally changed the wording more often from Stephanie Meyer's hand to add my own flavor to this story, but it in no way makes it more to me or anyone else than a simple collection of scribbles, I'll never accept money or donations for fanfiction work, not that I need to tell that here but to cover my bases this is a non-profit work and all the inspiration behind this story is thanks to Stephanie Meyer's fantastic little dream.
I may take more time to spill out the chapters, as I do have college and an online Second Life Role-play sim to help manage called 'Hollow's End', but I adore writing and discovering Stephanie Meyer's books anew through the re-reading while writing process, and I hope you enjoy the daydreams we both make. I feel all of us here at are dreamers hoping for new dreams to indulge, and to that end, thank you for reading!
Preface
I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run – run until your lungs burst – but you can't seem to ever make your body move fast enough. My legs seemed to move slower and slower as I fought my way through the callous crowd, but the hands of the huge clock tower didn't slow. With relentless, uncaring, force – they turned inexorably towards the end.
The end of everything.
But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare – I wasn't running for my life. I was racing to save something infinitely more precious to me. My own life meant little to me today, I had to make it in time.
Alice had said that there as a good chance we might both die here. Perhaps the outcome would be different if she weren't trapped by the brilliant sunlight; only I was free to run across this bright, crowded, square.
And I couldn't run fast enough.
So it didn't matter to me that we were surrounded by our extraordinarily dangerous enemies. As the clock began to toll the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late – and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.
The clock tolled again, and the sun beat down from the exact center point of the sky.