A/N: This is the first chapter of a series of independent Vampire Love Stories, but, as I already have tons of oneshots, I thought I'd put them together. They tell about Vampires (obviously), about love, marriage and letters. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, nor Hunter by Dido (lyrics in italics).
Vampire Love Stories
A Hunter's Letter
Emmett,
My love. How strange these words sound to me now.
By the time you read this, I will be gone. Why, I can almost hear you ask. Let me tell you a story of two people who fell in love. Let me tell you our story.
Do you remember the day I first saw you? You were fighting a grizzly, playing a lost game. I took you in my arms, and looked at your face. I don't remember what I saw there. I must have seen something powerful. I must have seen something that deserved to live. I don't remember what I saw. Then I carried you in my arms through the country. I carried your bleeding, dying body through the country to my father.
He changed you. I watched. You lay there, on our wooden table, a man in torn clothing with bleeding wounds all over. He bent over, and touched your neck with his lips. And you began screaming, screaming like there was no tomorrow, screaming like the world was burning up and you were caught in the fire.
Then he wiped the blood from his lips, and left the room. You were lying so still. I feared I'd lost you before it had even begun. You looked so pale, so fragile, despite your muscles. I didn't know you, but I felt like I'd known you for a long time. I felt like I was the only one mourning your death.
Three days later, you opened your eyes. I can't say they were beautiful, for they were a violent red, but they suited you. And we looked each other in the eye. You, the newborn, and I, the woman who'd carried you through an entire country in her arms, we looked each other in the eye.
I don't know what you saw in mine. But I do remember what I saw in yours. I saw strength. I saw force, and an unbreakable willpower. I saw wildness, and wanting. I also saw tenderness, and joy. I remember so well what I saw in your eyes that day, such a long time ago.
After a while I broke the eye contact, letting my gaze wander over your body. I liked what I saw – raw force that could be sweet occasionally, as well. What did you see in me that first day? What made you smile at me, baring your glittering white teeth at me?
I remember we raced out of the house and into the forest. I remember watching you hunt for the first time. You were uncontrolled, wild, but so strong and fast it hardly mattered. You looked nearly graceful when you caught the deer effortlessly in your arms, and drank its blood. You looked wild and graceful and dangerous, and I knew I'd found what I wanted.
That night, you came into my room. Maybe we'd both felt it, the terrible attraction, a force so strong it frightened me, pushing and pulling until we lay in each other's arms, panting heavily. I remember the ride on the stars you made me experience that first night. I remember the look on your face, your hand on my bare back, and your kiss.
The years flew by. It was heaven. We hunted together. If any human had seen us, they would have run away scared. We must have looked like gods, wild and cruel. We must have been striking, beauty and force reunited in the both of us.
We were together, in every sense, by night and by day. There was so much to discover. We were completely free, and like children escaping their parents' control, we were awed by anything and everything. It was all so new to us. We were young then, and probably foolish. I remember those good old times. We were wild then.
The years passed, and we changed. We weren't children anymore. Maybe time changed us, maybe we grew tired of our games.
Hunting suddenly wasn't so exciting anymore. It had become routine. We went out, into the forest, chased some animal or other, and drank its blood. It wasn't exciting or wild, dangerous, or even graceful. We have forgotten about the old times. I remember, though, and it hurts to think about how easy it was when we were young.
We've grown used to being around each other. I do love you. And I think you love me, too. But we aren't the same anymore.
Please forgive me, Emmett. I know this will hurt the both of you, but if I don't go, I can't forgive myself. I'll love you forever and for always.
If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go
for this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
wants to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go
let me leave
For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
and I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow
and all the time I'm thinking, thinking
I want to be a hunter again
want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go.
Let me go. Let me go. I want it to be like back then, so long ago. I want hunting to be exciting. I want to take a ride on the stars again, want to feel your hand on my bare skin and your kiss like the first time. I don't want to think about any consequences. I want us to be beautiful and wild, graceful and dangerous. I want to be free. I want to live again. To take a chance on life like we used to.
Do you remember? I remember, and I will never forget. I will never forget how I met you. I will never forget how we used to be.
Let me go.
Please forgive me. I love you.
Rosalie
A/N: Don't worry if I don't update soon, real life is very demanding these days, but I promise I will update, hoping the chapter will be worth it.
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Anna Scathach
