Disclaimer: I own the plot and the main (?) character, my OC anyway. I think she's the main character. Everything else belongs to their own rightful, respected owners. The scene, the first one that takes place is inspired from the cover of the amazing, better than Twilight, book Fallen. No! I am not copying Luce or any of her past-!
Love & Hate
A low whistle races past a shadowed figure standing in a blustery, gothic forest. The gnarled branches of the trees waver ominously in the icy breeze. The figure though, doesn't move. Her pitch black hair flows down her back and slowly, the hands that cup her face and hide it from view slip away and to her sides. Her eyes flutter open as she stares up the sky, forlornly. Her piercing dark chocolate eyes contrast against her near white skin. Closing her eyes, her head falls forward. Halfway down her face, a solitary tear shines like a crystal in the pure light of the large, full moon directly behind her, where the land disappears.
She throws her head back with an almost pained look on her elegant face. Her brow scrunches up slightly, before her eyes open again. The remnants of tears glisten along her long, curled black eye lashes. She blinks slowly, struggling to open her eyes from her thick eye lashes that catch on each other. She slowly reaches for the skirt of her lustrous obsidian ball gown. The skirt trails behind her for a couple of feet and is covered in a barely visible lace which follows the pattern of blooming flowers. The top part, the corset, is aubergine purple (eggplant) and is too, covered in the same lace. The ominous silence that surrounds her seems to be dead, much like the forest empty of all inhabitants, other than her.
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A girl lurches upright, cradling something in her hands. Through her forest of black hair, she looks at the alarm with great distaste. She kicks the blankets off and storms out of the room, with the thing still in her hands. Not even two minutes later she storms back in and kicks the door shut. A loud banging comes from the other side and she curls into a ball on her bed with her hands covering her ears. She rocks back and forth; the way a mother would to calm her new born infant. The strange object is still on her lap. A glint comes from somewhere amidst the brown mess of fur; possibly indicating that it's a toy. Her lips move rapidly and silently, as if she's trying to reassure herself of something.
A half hour later she swings her legs over the side of the bed and slowly unlocks the door. She pulls it back carefully and slowly so as not to wake person leaning against it. She closes it quietly and takes every step with the utmost care. Hurriedly, she flees down the stairs. The front door almost comes its hinges as she races into the night. Her mid-thigh length jet black hair blowing out behind her. No one is about to see her and for that, she seems glad. She races down one of the streets and out onto a path that leads to farmland and the other side to a rugby club. She chooses to go down the country roads, far out people's sight. Under the canopy of thick, snow covered trees she stops. Her gasping breathes swirl in the air. She backs up against the wall and slumps into a heap on the ground. She squeezes the precious object in her arms tightly. Her eyes are tightly closed and beads of glistening tears line her eye lashes. Her sobs are no more than quiet whimpers, barely audible. Not nearly clear enough for anyone nine feet from her to hear. The ever present snow and ice around her don't seem to get a reaction from the girl in a thin silver nightdress. Her dark eyes peek up at the thick layer of snow above herself. A hint of worry is visible, and fear.
The full moon shines down on the silent, snow covered lane. A particularly large heap of snow falls aside. The back of a girl comes up and she props herself onto her knees. With her left hand she rubs her eyes and takes in her surroundings. The bewilderment in her gaze might lead you to believe she had never before seen the snow, but she knows it well. Placing her hand on the ground for support, she stands with the thing still held to her chest. Daintily, she holds her foot above the snow before elegantly putting down her weight. Then she's off. Holding her precious belonging with her right hand, she twirls around. Then she stops. She extends her left leg, pointing her toes to the ground. Her left arm circles down to her mid-thigh as she leans forward. Then she starts moving again. In circles with her arms moving delicately, weaving patterns in the night. Turning, twisting and spinning. Until it ends and she crouches on the ground on one knee. Her eyes are alight with a passion and hope and life. Then she stands up and walks on down the country road. As if she's forgotten about the grace and elegance of her movements, that ballerina's and dancers of any and every kind wouldn't think twice about killing for. Even supernatural beings like the calm and eloquent vampires we imagine would kill for grace and beauty of that standard, but she doesn't give a second thought to it.
She traverses the vacant roads with a look of childish curiosity. Her wide dark chocolate eyes skim across the snow covered tree tops high above her overhead. Her skin looks milky under the glow of the moon, but then again, it usually does. Her black cloak of hair swishes behind her. The only thing that keeps her warm. The fields around her are empty of life. She doesn't seem to even notice though, because she starts running towards the bottom of the road at the bend. She comes to an abrupt halt there and looks up to the stars visible in the dark night sky. Her breath comes out in small puffs as she gasps for breath. Her eyes twinkle like the overhead stars as she laughs silently. She turns to her left, at the rest of the road and follows it with an almost confused look on her elegant face. Her steps slow and she looks like she's gliding across the snow. Now, she barely leaves any foot prints. Her expression changes to one of seriousness and caution. Her grip on the thing loosens as she steps forward.
At the four way road divide she stares directly in front of her. A small twinkle is directly in front of her face. She doesn't flinch as it twirls closer, then farther from her. It looks like it's trying to copy the eloquence of her dance earlier. It doesn't have the grace to do so. Soon it stops and hovers lower at her collar bone. Still her eyes remain focused on it, but there's seems to be a hint of trust between the two. Lower again it goes, until it reaches her rib cage. It jerks back before shooting forward. She gasps as it enters her body. The glow from the entrance point comes over her entire body. The glow suddenly disappears and she collapses onto her knees. Her eyes close and she grows still. Slowly, her eyes flutter open again and look up to the sun. She pushes herself up into a sitting position and looks at the people walking past her, like she wasn't there. Or she didn't matter. Then, something in her mind goes click and the people are moving faster. She stares around herself in confusion and pulls her hands in front of her, trying to build a wall between herself and everything around her.
"Hey, are you okay?" a man asks, pausing.
Her eyes widen in horror and she scrambles to her feet and runs away from him. She pushes past everyone and dares to glance back. The man just stares at her, surprised. She skids to a stop and veers to her right. Straight down a darkened, dim alleyway.
-Chapter Edited.