Sorry if this isn't very good... I've only done the Preface so far. (:
I don't own Twilight or any of the characters...
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A band of black night sky stretched over the small houses of the dark Texan town. There were no stars to penetrate the gloom, gloom that seemed to strangle all visible life out of the place. The low call of a bird echoed miserably around, reverberating off walls and windows.
Through one such glass window - one that was smudged with dust as though it had been left without cleaning through stifling heat and unbearable cold – a young woman could be seen. The room around her was dim, the lights extinguished. The woman wore a white nightgown edged with lace – the darkness hid the worn edges. Her skin was tanned from a life under the sun, her eyes a warm brown, her hair slightly darker than her eyes. She was slight, very small and petite, like a ballerina revolving inside a music box. But the burden in her arms destroyed this image.
Wrapped in a thick blanket was a baby. The infant's features were hard to distinguish in the light, but it did not look much older than a few months. It's head was downy and it's large, dark, pool-like eyes were open wide. The woman was not looking at her child as she rocked it – she was staring out of a window, her mouth moving to the shape of the lullaby she was singing. The words seemed to meld themselves together to a soft, soothing beat, the words trilled out in Mexican.
The woman, who really looked no older than eighteen or nineteen, glanced away from the window, her eyes suddenly narrowing. She held the baby close to her white-clad chest, crystalline droplets suddenly rolling down her smooth cheeks. Her voice was soft, but puckered with sobs as she murmured to her child. "Let's pray my preciosamente uno. My little Ada." The woman pushed back the blanket and pressed her lips to the baby's wrinkled forehead. She looked out of the window again, the faint moonlight catching on the tears on her face and making them glimmer ironically.
"Please, if you are up there, God, please, protect my Jasper," the woman whispered. "Please, do whatever you can. He must come home. He has to." Her voice broke. "I can't lose him, not now… My little one can't grow up without a father. Please, protect him. I love him. We love him." The woman bowed her head. "Amen."
Her chin fell onto her chest, and the dark, silent night wore on.
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