Part one of a story I thought was quite necessary. I own nothing.
It hurt.
As a fire burning on the inside of her body, making every piece of her ache until the point where she wasn't able to breath, see or even feel anything.
She, the succubus, the one never hurt and always in control, was in shambles.
Every thought torture and every move agony.
She had left the rest of them, her family, her sisters, deciding wether or not they would attend the wedding.
His wedding.
She hadn't been able to bear it, disappearing into the night while fire burned her insides as the others discussed and were rational, logical and thinking.
Something she had lost when he disappeared, deciding that she wasn't enough.
What the two of them had together hadn't been enough.
She took a deep breath, not needed but refreshing, making the fire inside seem a bit less cataclysmic and chaotic. As if everything was, for the second it took her to enjoy the cool and frosty air, alright and her one lover hadn't decided to destroy her.
"Tanya." Irina. Her sister and dearest confidant.
"Sweet sister, do not weep for me for I will not live to brush your tears away." Her own voice, so cracked and broken, unrecognizable.
"Oh Tanya please do not leave me just yet. I cannot bear both you and Laurent disappearing so quickly." The grief in her voice was clear, opening up Tanya's eyes slightly to the horror that now was Irinas- for she had also lost her mate to infinity.
"Wait until I too am ready to leave and we shall go together sweet sister." Tanya bent her head in resignation, not able to hurt her sister even in her own state of agony.
"And so it shall be then."
Irina left then, her feet barely touching the snow as she returned to the family. Tanya stayed, feeling the depth of the fire she had created inside burn her as she continued trying to breath without breaking apart.
They were met by Alice, the small girls eyes large as she watched the beauty of the Denalis as they ascended from the mountains surrounding the small valley that harbored the town of Forks.
"You are early." Tanya's voice was cold and her eyes absent as she met the younger vampire. A surreal change from the usually seductively cheerful woman making the younger vampire uneasy.
Alice watched her, eyes dancing from Tanya's to the others behind her noticing the change in all of them.
"Where is Irina?"
"She is still grieving her lost mate." Eleazar replied, Tanya too lost in her own pain to even react on Alice's question.
"The others will be glad to see you!" Another try to bring them back, the whole coven seemed off. As if they knew something that not even the small seer did- surprising her as well as it would surprise the others, later.
Edward watched the Denali coven arrive with expectancy running through his body, waiting for the thoughts, the opinions on his relationship with a human but they never came.
He listened to Eleazar thinking about Carmen and Carmen about Eleazar.
He felt every thought running through Kate's unusually active brain but not even once did any of their thoughts or feelings touch the subject of him.
He would have turned his mind to Tanya. He would have met her eyes and watched the face he spent years on loving. He would meet her thoughts and feel the burn of her agony if he could- but he was unable to.
Her mind was empty of anything but the large snowy plains of her home.
She would repeat the same scenery over and over again: a slow wind blowing over icy snow and the dark evening sky completing the picture of vast emptiness.
It surprised him.
His Tanya had always been fiery, seductive and harsh. Empty? Cold? No.
She didn't even look at him as if she was unable to see at all.
Tanya watched as Edward introduced the human girl he had taken as his mate, she watched and when he placed the girl in front of her she looked away. Unable to face the reality of his betrayal, of the deceit of her heart.
The human's heart was beating fast, working hard as her blood was pushed around her body and sweat breaking out in her forehead.
Tanya turned her eyes towards the little rabbit of a girl, watched under heavy lids how her forehead shone in the harsh light of the lamps and felt the small huff's of breath hitting her own forehead as the girl went further, and further down into panic.
As a predator she felt the humans instincts kick in, how she tried to run but stayed because of Him. Because of the small sense of safety his hand on her back left her as she stood in front of danger.
Tanya turned her eyes away again, let them follow the grove embracing the Cullen's house, seeing all but acknowledging nothing.
The scenery from her home took once again over her brain and she immersed herself in it, leaving not even a crease for Him to read.
So, I was thinking the other day (when I finished my other story Loose Planning) that I needed some kind of sad outlet of feelings before I start up on anything else that needs to be perfect, so this is it. Leave a comment if you'd like.
