The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompts: #20 (Stolen), #3 (Bliss), #5 (Damp), #14 (Quixotic), #7 (pic prompt), #2 (Acquiesce)
Pen name: SwedenSara
Pairing: Rosalie
Rating: T
Photos for prompts 1, 7, 13, 19, & 25 can be found here:
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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does that.
Stolen
I know some vampires are grateful to their creators, thankful for this new 'life' they've been given. Life. What a cruel joke. My life was stolen from me, not once but twice: once by my fiancé and his friends, and once by Carlisle, my so called 'creator'. I hate that word. There is only one creator, and that is God. Carlisle is not a god. He sent me through purgatory, but that didn't get me anywhere. This is not a life, neither is it after-life. This is not heaven, neither is it hell. This is limbo. And I'm stuck here.
Bliss
I know I come off as harsh and scornful. People think I lack empathy, that I'm incapable of feelings. That is not true. I love Emmett. I really do. The day I found him was the first day of my new calendar. I count the years not in Anno Domini, but in Anno Emmett. He is the light of my non-life, the meaning of my non-existence, and the reason I get up in the morning from my non-sleep. Without him, this way of non-being would be unbearable. He is the closest I will ever get to happiness. He is almost-bliss.
Damp
I'm fascinated by suicides. My favourite pastimes at night used to be searching for haunted souls with no will to live. The thing is, I have a gift. Everyone assumes it's my beauty, and I let them believe that, but my real gift is finding those poor souls. I've never told anyone. I like to watch as they die, as they find the peace I so desperately long for. My favourite suicide is by white damp in cars. If I could, I'd choose that. To die in a car, surrounded by the scent of oil, leather and exhaust fumes… Wonderful.
Quixotic
Edward is the most annoying man I've ever met. His mood swings are out of this world. If he's angry, he's furious. Sad Edward is miserable. When he's happy, he's euphoric. And do not get me started on Edward in love, because that's just plain scary. That chivalry act he's pulling with Bella? I knew him moping around the house during the sixties would mess with his libido. He can never be just… normal. He's got to be manic-depressive or something, and the OCD? Dear Lord. It's too bad Carlisle isn't a psychiatrist. He'd have a hoot with that one.
#7 (picture, tent in the woods)
The best wedding night Emmett and I spent together – and there have been a few – wasn't in a luxurious hotel, or on an exotic island or some extravagant resort. It was in an improvised tent made of blankets and sheets, with soft plush cushions inside and a thick duvet on the ground. Emmett had lit candles and lanterns outside, and we lay silently, watching the flickering lights as the night passed. He chose the best place I've ever been to: in the woods, on the spot where I found him. We drank a bear for dinner. It was oddly romatic.
Acquiesce
I know people think I'm high-maintenance. In a way, I am. I don't see why I should be satisfied with anything less than the best. It's a product of my up-bringing, I'm sure, but since I involuntarily had to give up any chance of having a normal life, a family and a peaceful death, I think I'm entitled to the good things in life. It's not like I can't afford it, either. I guess my parents, social climbers that they were, would die of delight if they knew how wealthy I am now. They're already dead, though, like everyone else.
A/N White damp is an expression for carbon monoxide, a poisonous gas found in exhaust fumes. The expression is most commonly used when referring to mines.
