I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT, NEW MOON, OR ECLIPS CHARACTERS (If I did would I be writing here?)
(AN: This is my first Fanfic so be burtal and gental at the same time sorry the first one is so short I was just came up with this randomly enjoy and please review)
It was a dark fall night; all the leaves were on the ground. The trees were sad and in all honesty lonely looking. The wind blowing even seemed lonely, ominous, and oppressing; the night felt like it was caving in on everything. Consuming it all the hopes and dreams of the little human children, even the adults were feeling depressed and desolate.
This was the type of night where sound wouldn't carry far. A night where if you could you'd stay inside until the sun came back out. The only lights that seemed to work were the stars and the moon. The street lamps and headlights, even the lights from inside were being swallowed by the night.
Upon the cliffs there was a tall man standing, he was dressed in a tux and had russet brown skin. His shaggy black hair was tied at the nape of his neck with a leather thong and was looking over the cliff and into the rocky ocean.
There was a tent behind him that he had set up for that night. Inside the tent there was a table for four, with a white lace table cloth and candles and blue square plates. In the middle of the table there was a square bowl with spaghetti in it and there was a basket with a blue cloth wrapped around some fresh breadsticks. In another bowl there was some spaghetti sauce. There was parmesan cheese and cheddar cheese for the spaghetti. The silverware was actual silver and there were crystal glasses. The silverware was wrapped in linen napkins with silver rings around them. Above two of the plates was a small black velvet box.
The man from the cliff turned to look at the tent and walked away from the cliff. Down past the tent and down the road, he kept walking until he reached a park. He had been waiting for over a half an hour and all three of them were late.
'This is unlike Bella, she loved to be on time and it really bothered her when she wasn't punctual. But that's Bella for you her and her little OCD issues', He chuckled as he though that. As he walked out of the trees off the cliff he found himself in the seemingly empty park. Looking around wryly he saw some motion in the night.
Again chuckling to him, "Of course she had to bring those two, but why are they late and why does it seem like the two of them are supporting most of her weight?"
Just then he realized that it didn't just seem like they were carrying her, they were carrying her and she looked like death. Something had happened on their way here and that is why they were so late.
(AN: I know you are probebly tired of me but I just wanted to say Thank you for reading and please tell me what you think. Should I finish writing or should I just star over again?)