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T H E S U N & H E R M O O N
By Slippery Snow
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- P R E F A C E -
Whatever the sea wants, the sea will have. And with she does not, she will blow it to shore and humans will treasure it. Whatever the sky wants to see, the sky will know. Humans will never to able to hide. Secrets do not exist. Whatever the sun feels is whatever the earth will reflect. Some days we may be inspired other we will suffer.
These are our kings and queens. Provoke them, humans endure the consequences.
What is more beyond the sky, the sea and the sun? Nobody knows. But what is behind the forest of the deep, where doers run, bears sleep and lions roar, where in the further south side of the Werewolves' clan?
A girl knows. She had seen, loved and died for it.
Her name was Isabella.
And she will always be remembered, through a man with a set of golden eyes.
- C H A P T E R O N E ; T H E B E T R O T H E D -
I can not distinguish the difference between love and beauty. To me, they are combined. A prince will always marry a princess. Love upon love, in grace. Beauty upon beauty, in royalty. A servant will always marry another servant. Love upon love, in states and beauty upon beauty which can only be seen through the eyes of a lover.
And I will marry, love upon love, in adoration and beauty upon beauty, too in adoration.
I know what to look for in a husband for I have seen through my previous experiences of my family. My father loved my mother and it was thought that she too was the same. But she left papa with a broken heart. He moved to La Push to live with his best friend Billy. Disabled but wise. To keep him company I moved too. And only months later, I was betrothed.
Jacob was a young charming man of La Push. A direct descendant of the werewolf gods, it was my role to bore him a son and to continue the chain for the war to succeed.
I live in a place where mythology is no suspicions. Where immortal creatures do roam, it is war and peace that we live for.
For a creature called the cold ones, we kill.
I have never seen a vampire, to my deepest contentment. Legends alter their being, some say they are ugly and vain, other contradicts that they are incredibly beautiful and old-fashioned. There skins are like the winter's snow. White and cold. Their eyes are like the sun itself. Golden and captivating. Their lips touched upon like mint. And their teeth, coated with poison.
After living for so many years untouched and unchanged. I wonder how a vampire would see the world. Changing as quick as a newborn child or frozen as solid as their hearts?
I walked down the marketplace, hushed by music and dance. Flesh plums and mangoes were stocked today. The children had been set on holidays, running madly in the street. Flying papers everywhere. I saw some holding hands. Boy and girl. The boy was plastered with a toothy grin and the girl blushed innocently. The mothers in care of newborns, as they wobbled around and around in circles which I found entertaining. The husbands had morphed into wolves to savage for food. Aesthetic panorama I was surrounded by. Flowers perfumed the air. The sun was in good spirit. A few bird chirped. A lot of people laughed.
This was the atmosphere was the village of La Push, home of the werewolves.
"Bella, Darling" called a deep, rusty familiar voice.
I turned the face the person with the voice and my eyes fell upon Jacob's.
"Are you well, my lady?" He said then kissed my forehead.
"I am fine, and you?" I asked politely.
"I am,"—he struggled with a word—"discontent" he stated.
"Discontent?" I repeated, "Why?"
"I have to leave you, for awhile. It is said that a new coven of vampires had settled in near here. We do not know the exact location, but they must be found," he said with a vengeance, "forty days to be exact. I must leave you for forty days! I can't even survive one night without your touch. How am I suppose to endure forty days?"
"You will because I will think of you less of a man if you don't"
Jacob grimaced, and said, "Then if that is the case, we have to fit forty days of love in tonight."
I blushed by his words.
"You know it is bad luck to touch your fiancé before the marriage."
"I don't care. I want my Bella."
I was about the walk away from his lack of concern when he grabbed me by the waist and whispered in my ear, "I love you, I'll meet you tonight. Save your first and last dance for me."
He kissed me again and I watched him walk away.
There was a festival tonight. A celebration, a going-away-and-come-back-soon party. It was dedicated for the pack of wolves who were going to roam across Washington to find the new coven of vampires. Offerings of sheep and cow were made. The man wolves gobbled them up without hesitation, not even sparing the eyes of innocent newborns! I sat next to my father as he toasted to my cup. Professional dancers had gathered and the world hushed.
A blonde girl with big warm eyes took the courage to step forward to the throne and kneed in front of Billy and Jacob.
"My Lords and my audience, good evening." Her voice was bittersweet and delicate, "My name is Elise and I was delighted to perform to you today. Please Jacob, our future Lord, and please Isabella, our future Queen, drink this chalice as your eternal vow to be with each other."
She lifted a chalice toward us.
Jacob took the chalice without vacillation and slurped in the liquid, he then lifted the chalice to my lips and I too drank the holy liquid. Jacob passed the chalice but to the girl and took it and it disappeared. She clapped her hands twice like a signal and the dance begin.
It was smooth and contemporary. I would never to able to move my body the way some of these women did. Watching them spin and leap made my feet to bounce. But I would never dance. I would only wobble along. It was nearly when the performance was about to come to a close when Jacob tapped my shoulder.
"It is time for our dance." He lifted me up onto my feet and strode me to the dance floor.
I placed my hands at his shoulders and he gliding around the room. Everybody stared, the embarrassment was overwhelming. The music mellowed and he swayed. I walked a few steps before Jacob had seen my distress and lifted my feet onto his. His body was very warm and full of love. I remembered him then he was a youngster. Only ten and playful. He would ride at the back of his father in werewolf form. While I was still sitting by the tree log twiddling with my hair ribbons with apprehension. He had told me he loved the speed and wished very soon to become a man himself. I was scared for him. I didn't want my childhood friend to change and fight, but now here in this new muscular body, I realize he is doing this for us, for me.
The dance ended and he gently escorted me back to my seat and took off to the very long row of fighting girl waiting to dance with him. The music quicken and became livelier, I spotted a brunette-haired girl in bliss with Jacob's arms around her. Little boys and girl had come to dance too. Boys' feet tapped rhythmic beat to the floor as girls' ribbons flattered with the spinning. Hooligans had tried to beg a dance with pretty ladies in rows. Lovers entwined fingers and requited one sat patiently waiting. Though the atmosphere around the bonfire was inviting, the smoke and lack of air suffocated my lungs. I was quite costrophobic and I hated the attention that I was given when Jacob and I danced. So I decided to leave the festival site in pursuing for fresh air and peace.
I walked further then it was allowed for a La Push woman. Off the pathway and into the forest. Jacob had much it completely clear not to visit it. But I was a lover of mystery. I wondered at was inside, behind the fern and ghostly trees. Behind the call of the owls and what a nocturnal animals' eyes would see. I wanted to see a deer. Something I had never seen before. So I walked further and further, until my shadow was overlaid, lost by the forest.
As I walked further and further, there was the littlest light. Shimmering and gold. It lured me to follow it. As I walked closer and closer, I picked up a delicious smell. Smooth and sweet. Not like cologne on a man's chest, but from nature, from running and living in a flowery environment. I was so close to the shimmering gold that I could almost touch it. So I dared my arms to reach out to the pair of rounded gold. But I tripped before I could reach. A set of cold hard arms caught me just before I would land on muddy earth. The pair of arms swung my body back, like in a dip from a dance. The impact was so fast that I had to close my eyes. I opened them again when the world stilled and gazed upon my savior.
Majestic golden eyes stared upon me. It took me a large magnitude of effort to look away from though orbs. Then I saw furrowed brows, copper hair, pale lips and a perfectly angled nose. I ogled the person whole face to realize it was a beautiful man.
I was just about the grasp by his beauty when he hushed me by a single cool finger at my lips.
"You speak, you will die." He warned harshly.
"Edward? Did you find something?" A voice not too far away asked.
"No, Jasper. Nothing here." The auburn-haired man lied.
"You sure? You suddenly smell very nice." The other man joked halfheartedly.
"That is my unique scent you are smelling. Thank you for your compliment." He auburn-haired man gave a graceful little bow towards the other.
"Whatever. Just find a clue and let's get out of here. I miss my Alice." Twigs cracked and the voice was gone.
He nodded and turned his glorious face back to me.
"Leave," he said desperately, "Leave before my brother eats you."
I was unaware of the fact that he was still holding me in a dance dip position. By the time the realization had hit, he pushed me out of his arms and into the clearing. But I was hypnotized by the Greek God. I didn't move. Even though he had commanded me to. I walked back to him like an attracted magnet to metal and this time before he could push me again, a spontaneous fire-tipped arrow pieced through his knee. His expression was agonizing, but he didn't yell. I helplessly run toward him to nurse his injured knee.
And he screamed to me again, "I SAID LEAVE!!!"
But I ignored him and examined his knee; it was not bleeding like I had anticipated. In fact, it was healing blindingly fast. He skin glowed at the wound, white and cold. I was only then that I realized he was a vampire.
Paw steps raced toward me. I smelled the fur of the werewolves. They were coming. Torches were lit and howling evoked the moon the shine brighter. Creating guidance for leading the way. I watched the vampire attempt to stand, but to no avail. There was naked panic in his eyes. We both knew what his fate was.
"I found her!!" shouted Jacob's wingman Jared, "She is with a leech!"
I looked around me again. Ten mighty, angry and hungry werewolves gathered tightly in the vicinity of me. Only the shaggy reddish one had his eyes on me, and others were transfixed on the vampire.
- E N D O F C H A P T E R -
That was the first chapter of my new story "The Sun & Her Moon". I hoped it liked it!!! To all my hush fans I'm too lazy to write the next chapter. I think it is going to be a long wait till I get my act together. But I will update sometime this month...If you really are desperate for the next chappie of Hush, the incomplete version of chapter eight is in my livejournal. (azngrlx [dot livejournal [dot com)
