Love, Lie's and Other Deceit
Summary: After centuries of trying to bury her past Clara Webb is about to learn a fine lesson that in life no evil deed ever goes unpunished, especially if your a vengeful vampire.
Twilight and Byzantium crossover
Pairing: Bella/Darvell
Author's note: Hi guys so I'm aware that there's been no fanfiction for the movie known as Byzantium so unfortunately instead uploading this on the crossover page I'm having to place it under the normal Twilight fanfiction, sorry for the mess about and hope you enjoy it. For this story Clara is going to be alot more darker than she was in the film so be prepared for that. I do not own Twilight or Byzantium.
Chapter 1
Clara Webb - 18
Isabelle Webb - 17
Hasting's 1806
Clara Webb was busy gathering cockles from the golden sands of the beach for her father, whom was into the farming business and had been his whole life like his father before him.
Her family was not entirely wealthy, but they managed to make ends meat. Though Clara would never say it out loud she hated the life she lived, she longed for money, fancy clothing and jewels that glowed in the starlight. But instead of living the life of fortune here she was doing slave labor under the hot sun for her stinking father. It just wasn't fair.
Looking over her shoulder Clara saw the thing she had for a sister approaching carrying with her a bucket of water she had gone to fetch to wash the cockles with.
Since her mother had passed away a few hours after giving birth to her baby sister Clara had done all she could to avoid Isabelle, she did not want to know nor speak to the girl who had taken away her reason of happiness. As far as Clara was concerned Isabelle was nothing to her, that monster was no family hers and that was that.
"I got the water" said Isabelle smiling softly at her sister.
"Should I be astonished by this?" asked Clara sarcastically as she continued on with her work.
"Must you always be so inane?" asked Isabelle placing the bucket down in a huff.
She did not know why Clara acted the way she did, Isabelle loved her sister to death but for some unknown reason Clara seemed to hold a deep amount of loathing toward her. It had been like this since Isabelle could remember, she'd tried and tried time and time again to bond with her sister but each effort proved to be more disappointing than the last. Clara just wasn't at all interested and this hurt Isabelle's heart more than any pain she had ever known in her life.
"Must you always be a bother?" asked Clara in irritation.
"I had never realized I was such a thing" said Isabelle as she began cleaning the cockles.
"That is because your ignorance blinds you so, you are as stubborn as a mule Isabelle and for that I pity you" said Clara in an ill mannered tone of voice.
"I do not need pity Clara for something that continues to help me hold onto hope that someday you will open your heart to me dear sister and finally allow me to chase away the demons that have taunted you so" said Isabelle looking up at her sister.
"The wait will be in vain, that I can assure you Isabelle" said Clara staring down her sister with a hostile look in her eyes.
Swallowing a lump in her throat Isabelle swiftly turned away as her sisters cold gaze set off a sudden unpleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach.
A few minutes later both girls looked up to see an officer galloping on a pure white horse come to a halt infront of them.
"Do not speak, I shall handle this one" Clara firmly told Isabelle as she stared upon the officer invitingly.
"What?" asked Isabelle looking up at her sister in confusion.
"Just do as I say and hold your tongue" Clara hissed and Isabelle not wanting to give her sister another reason to hate her just did as she was told and stayed silent
Watching as the officer dismounted the beautiful creature Clara prepared herself as he then approached her.
"Are they sweet?" the dark brunette haired officer asked her gesturing his hand to the cockles.
"They are Sir" said Clara smiling at the man.
"May I try one?" kindly asked the man.
"Of course" Clara nodded before turning to Isabelle who then handed her a cockle before Clara passed this over to the officer.
The man taking a bite out of the cockle then narrowed his gaze from the girl standing at his attention to the one knelt quietly on the ground, who he'd noticed seemed to be doing all she could to avoid eye contact with him.
"Is it to your liking Sir?" Clara asked him, hands clasped infront of her.
"Indeed it is, very much so" said the officer politely, though his gaze had still not lifted from the self effacing beauty below.
Just as the man went to reach into his pocket for something both Clara and Isabelle saw another officer also riding a horse approach them.
"May I offer you a ride my lady?" the blonde haired officer asked looking down at Clara.
Isabelle noticed how his eyes seemed to find her sister easily and this she did not like one bit. Now it was nothing do with jealously, oh no, it was the dangerous vibe the blonde haired man seemed to give off the second he had arrived.
"She's only a child Ruthven" said the first officer to the man now known as Ruthven.
"She knows how to ride I dare say" said Ruthven to the other man in a dismissive manner.
Just as Clara went walk toward Ruthven Isabelle's hand quickly shot out grabbing her sisters arm bringing her to a halt. Clara rotating her head to look at Isabelle shot her a look of warning, but Isabelle just turned a blind eye to this and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Don't, don't go with him" whispered Isabelle.
"Release your hold on me" spoke Clara in a firm manner.
"Clara please, you do not know this man you have no idea of his intentions" spoke Isabelle frantically.
"I know that I am in his favour and am therefore worthy of his attention" said Clara.
"But what would father think...
"I could not care less what father thinks, or you for that matter. You are both a burden upon my life, always have been and you always will be" Clara hissed at Isabelle who again was taken back by her sisters cruel spiteful words.
"How can you speak such vulgar things? Does our family really mean that little to you?" asked Isabelle who now had tears in her eyes.
Instead of answering her question Clara simply yanked herself free of Isabelle's grasp before accepting the hand of the blonde haired officer who seemed more than pleased about this as he then helped her mount the horse.
"And what of you, my dear lady? May I offer you my services today?" asked Ruthven of Isabelle smirking down at the young girl.
"Leave her Ruthven" spoke the first officer who Isabelle only just now noticed was sat upon his horse behind her.
Isabelle thought the man to be extremely kind and well mannered unlike his friend who didn't seem to have a care in the world.
"You don't have to go with him" said the first officer smiling down softly at Isabelle who blushed as she caught herself staring into the mans eyes. She then turned her head to face Ruthven who looked to be waiting on her answer, so taking a deep breath Isabelle then willed up the courage to say the next thing she did.
"Thank you for the offer Sir it was rather pleasant of you, unfortunately though I shall have to decline because unlike my sister I am not a simpleton and nor shall I ever be named one" said Isabelle feeling most proud of herself as she watched as Ruthven's expression changed from self righteousness to horrified and even noticed the rage behind Clara's eyes at that moment.
And though unknown to Isabelle the first officer whom was trying his best not to cackle was not only amused by the nameless beauty before him but also relieved that the young girl had pleasingly stood up to his friend who he knew was up to no good and shown that she had a sense of dignity.
Isabelle then watching as officer Ruthven galloped off into the distance with her sister in his company finally allowed the tears to flow from her eyes. She couldn't believe that Clara had abandoned her for a complete stranger, the big sister who Isabelle looked up to in life had not only managed to once again spit in her face but this time Clara had literally torn her heart to shreds.
"Are you well my lady?" Isabelle heard the first officer who she had completely forgotten was there ask of her.
"I shall be fine Sir, please do not concern yourself" said Isabelle sniffling as she looked on in sorrow.
Just then she saw the brunette haired officer dismount his horse once more and reach into his pocket before pulling out what looked like a handkerchief.
"A rare spirit like yourself should never look so crestfallen" spoke the officer as he gently dabbed away watery trails on her face. "They are not worthy of your tears" he softly told her.
Isabelle not being able to help blushing at how charming this man was being toward her gazed upon the gentlemen with gratitude.
"You are kind to me Sir, I thank you" said Isabelle giving the man a watery smile.
"Please call me Darvell" said the officer now known as Darvell taking his hat off to bow before her. "Do I dare ask the name of this wondrous beauty I gaze upon?" Darvell politely asked of her.
"Isabelle, Isabelle Webb" spoke Isabelle smiling as she curtsied to officer Darvell.
"Isabelle, a perfect name to suite such a perfect young woman" tenderly spoke Darvell as he gently lifted her hand and brought to his mouth pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
Isabelle had no idea what it was about Darvell but from the moment there eyes had first met he made her feel a strange fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach, it was almost like she had swallowed a million butterflies. But that was nothing compared to how she felt when he kissed her hand, her breath had hitched in her throat upon feeling her heart pick up its steady rhythm. She wondered what it was these feelings meant and if she was the only one experiencing them.
"Thank you Mr Darvell" spoke Isabelle.
"Just Darvell my lady" said Darvell correcting her.
"Darvell" whispered Isabelle as the name rolled off her tongue perfectly.
"Clara! Isabelle!" called a voice from the distance as Isabelle recognized it straight away.
"That's my father, I'm sorry I must go" spoke Isabelle frantically as she grabbed up the bucket full of cockles and went to leave only to feel Darvell's hand grasp her own bringing her to a halt.
"Please, will I see you again?" asked Darvell imploringly of her.
"I do not know" said Isabelle staring at him with longing sad eyes.
"Isabelle! Clara!" called her father again.
"Goodbye Darvell, may our paths cross again someday" spoke Isabelle sorrowfully before she ran off leaving behind the one man who she in a short time had become utterly devoted to.
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