Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the Twilight series. They are the property of Stephenie Meyer and are not my intellectual property. There is no finance gain made from this nor will any be sought.
A/N – In the tradition of Stephenie Meyer, I have borrowed the trope of this story to apply to our Twilight characters. Some of you may recognize it. It was a favorite story of mine and I thought it might be perfect for a Twilight spin.
Twilight's Promise
Prologue
It was overcast as rain landed to form little puddles of mud among the brown grass of the meadow. The gloom of the clearing matched my mood. I was wet and cold but I ignored the discomfort as I frantically dug around the base of the rock structure. Where was it?
I viciously tore roots out of the rain softened ground and impatiently threw handfuls of dirt to the side. My hands were riddled with small cuts but I disregarded their sting and kept shoveling the muddy dirt with my bare hands. The rain beat down in a steady downpour, so I had to move twice as fast to keep ahead of the water that pooled back into the shallow hole that I had dug. The cold rain had numbed my hands and they felt uncoordinated, but I didn't stop digging until I felt something hard. My heart rate increased and I shifted the dirt that surrounded the object with jerky movements. It was just a rock! A sob wracked my body. With a scream, I threw the rock to the side in frustration along with the other debris.
I took a deep breath and wiped at the tears that mixed with the rain and blurred my vision. I had to find it. I went back and burrowed into the rain soaked ground again.
"It's not there."
I froze at the sound of his voice. A voice that sent shivers down my spine and ran through my dreams no matter how many times I had tried to exorcise him from my traitorous heart. I slowly turned around and faced my tormentor.
"What you're looking for isn't there," he continued.
I stared into his golden eyes in anguish.
"It wouldn't matter if it were. It doesn't belong to you." He held something up in his hands covered in dirt. My hands clenched into fists in anger at his words. "It belonged to me and to someone else. Someone that I loved. Someone who made me a promise."
