Everything belongs to Ms Meyer, I'm just messing with it for fun.
Be gentle, my first attempt at writing.
Scotland
It hadn't been the best few days - three to be exact, that was one thing I was sure of. The passage of time. It was crystallized in my mind, each passing second; clear as a bell, and ready to be recalled, mulled over, masticated for its frightful secrets and then returned to the brand spanking new filing cabinet that seemed to have appeared in my head when IT happened.
I'd got to the Hebrides, at least I thought that was where I was. Straining to remember geography of the UK seemed to be a little bit of an issue for superbrain, which was odd given the way it was performing just about every other task. It looked Scottish, heather, rain, no midges, but it was winter. There were no people on this small windswept patch of rock I had found - thank God - and now there were 5 less seals.
Were seals protected? Oops. They were cute, I don't think they suffered, well actually they probably did, I appeared to be a messy eater. Looking down at the mass of blubber and smashed bones it made me retch a little. I glanced down at my clothing as I idly started to pick seal detritus from my now sticky hair.
"Sorry guys, needs must, you went to a good cause."
The sound of my own voice shocked me a little, its timbre had changed and the resonance in my chest seemed odd. I laughed at that thought. My voice being different really was the last thing in the universe I should be worrying about.
I felt clearer from the blood. The word stopped me in my tracks, I started to lob hunks of seal into the water, it seemed safest to cover my crime. Blood...I shook my head and picked up another piece of seal blubber in my hands and angrily threw it into the water.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Blood?" I screamed into the night. I hefted more sticky stinky innards and sent them on their way, taking my anger out on pieces of dead animals.
Allowing my legs to fold under me I sat on the ground and took stock. The Wind blew from the west, my nose sniffed and catalogued the scents on the air, seaweed, salt, water, seals, moss, seagull shit, wet denim, wet cotton, wet hair, wet me. Blood.
Whatever superbrain was doing, it was doing its thing, the pulling was back, and I looked to what I knew was the west and made a small humphing sound.
The trip to Scotland from London had been interesting, to say the least, thinking back it terrified me and I hugged my sides to try and shuck off the pull that was now insistent like a 7 year old pulling to go to the park. I would have to get moving soon, or it would start to take over every thought again.
Running up the country had been scary and amazing in equal parts, after the initial few minutes of not really believing it was happening, the speed demon in me had awakened, and I leaned into it and allowed a smile to plaster itself over my face. I'd never been much of a runner, too clumsy for that, and jogging in the park seemed a ridiculous notion if I was going to have to restock on plasters after every session. The speed was inhuman now I was inhuman. I knew what I was, and sadly, I knew what I could do.
Scotland had arrived easily and quickly, I hadn't been out of breath, I wasn't breathing half the time, that was freaky.
The main issue on my little evening jog had been people. I seemed to dimly remember once saying that the UK was too densely populated. I didn't know the half of it at that point! To say that you can't swing a cat in the UK without hitting someone is true, my hearing must be amazing now, as I hear them everywhere. The strange pull always kept at me, I had started to think it was like a GPS that superbrain had installed, except it didn't have that annoying nasally voice that was oh so calm, and also I didn't know the destination, or the reason, just an insistence like I had to go west. Daylight found me in woods hiding from people. The sparkle was a shock, and not exploding like I thought I would in the sun was almost a relief.
I had to make a lot of detours on my run to avoid cities, towns, urban sprawls, motorways and just people everywhere. Upon smelling them in the vicinity my mouth filled with a sickly sweet kind of saliva while my thoughts turned murderous.
I hugged my sides tighter, I wouldn't let that happen again. His face. Oh God his face. superbrain smugly recounted every part of that moment in my head, and I felt a hiss leaving my mouth as I tried to shield myself from it.
The wind was picking up, and it had started to rain a little. My hair whipped wildly around me as I stood up. I pulled my soaked t-shirt down, smoothing it down over my stomach as if I was trying to make myself look presentable. It wasn't going to work, unless blood and guts smeared appliqué was in fashion.
I held my head up high, took a good deep breath, and as I exhaled I tried to do one of those self help exercises you hear about on TV, exculpating all my problems and sins wasn't a one breath win, it would seem, but I felt myself steeling to my decision.
There were no stars visible it was cloudy and at 4 am it should have been pitch black, well it wasn't, it wasn't pitch black to me. My eyes were as greedy for details as superbrain seemed to be for recording them. I shook my head to clear it, then stopped, that was what I would have done. The old me that was fuzzy and imperfect. She's gone.
I saw myself reflected in the seawater, and moved to get closer. I'd not seen myself since IT happened. The waves moved in and out, gently lapping the stony beach, and there I stood, unmoving, staring at this creature who was and wasn't me. Red eyes glared at me, crimson and bright, not brown and muddy as I'd seen them the last 25 years. My hair was wild and had red highlights in it, quite apart from the mashed up seal and blood that matted it. My skin was pale, not in that "I'm Celtic" way I remember joking about - this was luminous absence of colour. My lips were full and red, and there was blood, dry and red trickled down my chin, it looked angry against the pale skin. I glanced at my hands, streaked with red, leading to arms that looked like they had ribbons of red tied around them. I knelt down and tried to wash off the blood. Out out damn spot indeed!
Feeling cleaner I looked again, I was lean, I looked toned, I didn't look like me, but I was me. I stomped on the reflection, it fractured, the water surged and rejoined, the reflection reappeared. The waves moved in and out, the reflection stared back, I was like a statue, I knew deep in me that I was unchanging now, and the waves were like time, it would march on, in and out, and I would be like this, until when?
I looked straight ahead, time to let it go.
Isabella Marie Swan - I attempted to shed one more sin as I consciously reverted back to my maiden name - you are new and reborn, time to go where you seem to need to go.
West it is.
Forks, Washington State
"Anna Wintour - the woman is a danger to fashion, honestly! I can't wait til she leaves Vogue in" Alice looked up to her left and focussed on nothing in particular, "457 days."
The magazine dropped onto the table with an overly dramatic sigh.
"Culottes are an affront against women, they always have been and they always will be - you don need to be prescient to know that."
Jasper looked up from his iPad and gave her a half grin and went back to his reading.
The small dark haired woman leaned back onto the sofa and stared into space for a second before gathering up her legs underneath her on the seat. A yelp of excitement emitted from her and she brought her hand to her mouth, to unsuccessfully hide what was a huge grin.
Grabbing her cell phone from the table, she dialled quickly, raising herself to her feet she started to pace the large living room, watched by several members of her family.
"Alice" a no nonsense deep voice answered almost immediately.
"Edward, road trip you and me, next week, oh and some shopping!" Alice was jumping up and down as she said this, her hand still half covering her mouth as the octave of her voice progressed upwards. Esme and Jasper watched her, wincing a little as the octave hit the higher registers. They exchanged glances, while listening in.
"Alice, no, I'm not being pack mule for your shopping trips again, we spoke about this..." The voice sounded weary, and not a little wary.
"You'll thank me!" Alice said and disconnected. She turned to Jasper and the others with a twirl and held out the phone.
"I can't tell you, as he will find out, but it's good!" Alice sat down on the sofa next to Jasper and planted a kiss to his cheek.
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