Gothlight

by ImDiffrentSoWhat

HIATUS. Their were only three things I knew. First, Edward was truly a vampire. Second, there was a part of him, I didn't know how strong it may be, that wanted my blood. And third, I was in love with him. Gothic rewrite of Twilight.

1. Preface

"History was written by those who hanged the heroes."

-Braveheart.

I had spent my life fascinated by death. The final thing that unites us all, I knew of all the ways to die. From a silent death in sleep surround by those you love, to extreme torture of your flesh for secrets or revenge.

I know that my death will save someone else, someone who would not do the same for me yet I don't care.

I watched my soon to be murder's eyes, he almost seemed pleasant. This was nothing personal, just the gnawing hunger compelling him to act, nature running it's course.

I know that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be here. I'd be safe and sound in my room at Phoenix. Yet I don't wish to be in my room, these choices also brought me to an angel. A dark angel who understood me.

My murder almost appeared friendly as he stalked the rest of the way tword me.