Hey all!!

So, this is my first story and it's one of those OMG, WHAT IF thingamajigs.

As in OMG, WHAT IF Victoria was successful in capturing Bella? And OMG, WHAT IF she had more in mind than just killing our fair protagonist? But OMG, WHAT IF the Bella the Cullens believed dead is back in town? And OMG, WHAT IF a happy reunion is not quite what she has in mind…

Disclaimer: obvi… MAN is Meyers gettin' PAID.

Please be gentle.

Lunar Eclipse

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00. LAUGH

I tried to move. I tried to scream. I tried to think.

Nothing worked.

Everything hurt.

I tried to focus on how to escape; I tried to pray for him to save me. And that's when I heard it: the scraping. That noise alone would haunt my sleepless nights forever—the sound of metal on metal, the sound of promised pain—and it pushed raging adrenaline through my frozen veins, burning up my throat, and erupting broken out my mouth.

"Why?"

She didn't respond; she just laughed at me, laughed at my anguish, laughed at my hope. Her laughter drowned out my tears, echoing through my head like a million tinkling bells fluttering in the wind.

So innocent, so beautiful, so sharp.

Every inch of my body convulsed at the sound of her laugh as I bucked and strained against unyielding, unforgiving restraints. My breath raced past chapped lips; my heart fluttered erratically against my heaving chest. The scraping was coming closer and closer.

Pause.

That laugh.

Then pain.

So much pain.

I felt her slowly drag the knife across my naked torso, cheerfully teasing my pale skin into tiny, crimson rips. My life ran in rivulets of red down my neck, my breasts, my legs, my toes. Tears streamed down my face, empty of hope. Her razor tongue dug deep into wounds as she drank me—as she drained me. Drained me until I was hollow—until I was nothing. And I just wanted it to be over.

Please.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Co—When the blade finally slid home, grating like butter past my futile, human ribs to finally break my breaking heart, his perfect face, his cupid lips, his smiling eyes filled my black vision with molten-gold—a gold so liquid, so hot that it seared my body, ravaged my soul, and razed my broken heart.

And as she laughed and laughed and laughed that tinkling little laugh, I screamed and screamed and screamed for my angel who would never come.

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So…please review and lemme know what you think (aka: should I continue procrastinating on my homework??)

Marshmallows to all!

xoxo,

toastytoes