Disclaimer: Stephanie owns the characters. I just mess with them.

Author's Note: Other than Jasper, Leah and Rosalie are my favourite characters in all of the books. I thought it was time I posted something for them.


A Funeral

Lights flicker in the distance, dancing and glowing, bright and beautiful, as she stands alone at the edge of the forest, her bare feet tickling the rooted edges of the lush, grassy verge. Her keen eyes watch, honed in on her little brother's back with measured precision, careful and protective, power pounding through her burning veins ebbing at strained skin. A supernatural presence of strength and invulnerability streams through her. Uncontrollable, fierce and strong, she is all the bride wants to be.

She watches nervously, muscles tightened, body cut like glass, ready to spring at any wrong movement, but none suffice. Heated bodies move smoothly between each other. Chatter and laughter drifts through the chilly air towards her. An image of white dances across paradise, swept along the dance-floor by the Prince Charming, smiling and glowing with ecstasy, family and friends surrounding her, cheeks blushing a crimson red as his hands slide along her soft waist, promising an eternity.

Jealousy sparks in the pit of the lone girl's stomach. Her hands clench into tight fists at her sides, cursing it all.

A foot falls on the dried leaves behind the lone girl on the edge of the woods. Shallow breathing announces a visitor. She could smell her before she even made a sound.

"Leech," the lone girl greetes, a voice laced with bitterness.

The insult falls on unaffected ears. "Mutt," the other replies darkly, flipping a curl of blonde hair behind her shoulder. She comes to stand at the edge as well, her toes tickling the green, but not crossing. "Beautiful wedding, isn't it?" she notes, sarcasm drowning her being.

"Stunning," the lone girl replies drearily, resentment igniting within her as she stands next to the leech; the monster who is still able to keep the man she loves.

"Breathtaking," the blonde adds dully, anger tingling in the tips of her fingers; despising the monster who is still able to keep her beating heart.

Both pause. Venomous silence hangs thick in the air; so thick that one can slice it through with a knife. Both know the truth of the other.

"Disgusting," the lone girl spits, venom dripping from her tone.

"Repulsive," the blonde agrees, jealousy flooding her dead veins as she watches the vision in white - the living, breathing marvel in front of her - throw it all away.

"Not a wedding," the lone girl adds once more, stepping away from the teetering edge of the woods and sinking into the darkness; turning her back on the leech without fear for her safety, knowing that she would not attack tonight; knowing that, for once, they were both in agreement.

"A funeral," the leech finishes as she too sinks deeper into the darkness of the woods.


Author's Note: It's been sitting in my files, untouched, for a good two months now. I figured it was time to dust it off, grow a pair, and post it. Still, the nerves are killing me, because I'm not sure about this one either.

Thoughts?