The maze
Preference
It started with eight vampires.
But eight was all it took to over-throw the forbidden evil that lay in the connecting paths.
The problem is; which ones' survived?
No one could tell.
No one at all could tell me one single thing about that maze.
But you, my dear reader, can you?
Chapter one
All of the Cullen Vampires were on the road back from Alaska and speeding onward to Forks, Washington. The drizzle on the windscreen was proof that they had reached the border to Washington.
The pixie-like Vampire, sitting in the back seat of a yellow Porsche, wears a pout on her perfect features.
"Why does it have to rain on the very day I plan to make you over?" She whines. The long-haired brunette giggles like chiming bells.
"Alice, I'm sure the mall can wait another day to have you buy all the stock!" She spoke. Then addresses the stunning girl driving, who muttered something intelligible "What was that Rose?"
"Nothing Bella," Rosalie Hale muttered, sneaking a glance at her husband driving the yellow Jeep behind them.
"Eyes on the road!" Alice scolds. Rose scowls and turns her honey-coloured eyes back to the meandering bend curving lazily across the horizon. Green moorland goes out behind them and Bella wondered idly, whether it was worth going back to Forks at all.
Suddenly the state-of-the-art Porsche swerves to one side slightly and Alice frowns. "I knew I shouldn't have let you drive." She mumbled. The car swerves again.
"Alice, I swear I didn't do that voluntary." speaks Rose very seriously. She wrestles with the leather steering wheel and they skid off the track and crash into a twisted old tree.
Of course, none of them are hurt, but the car has been inverted, it's pipes at abnormal angles.
The Jeep stops beside them and an attractive gang of male vampires clamber out. The bronze haired rushed to Bella's side, helping to wrench the twisted metal out of the way. "Thanks Edward." She said and is rewarded with a dazzling, crooked smile.
Alice's tiny frame shows sadness and grief of her beloved Porsche. "It's Okay Alice." Sooths a curly-haired blonde, "we'll get you another one."
With all of them out of the car, they look at one another, every single mind considering the possibilities of getting out of the wood they had appeared to have driven into.
"Can you do anything to get it fixed Rose?" questions Emmett, his big arm wrapped around her shoulders.
She shook her head, "Sorry Alice, but I think that's it's been under too much damage to be repaired." Rose answered gravely. Alice moans and rests her head on Jasper's shoulder.
"What do we do now then?" asked Edward to no-one in particular.
Emmett and Rosalie look at each other's eyes and silently know that everyone will have to stay here because they can't risk being exposed by their sparkling pale skin or the fact that they would be speeding through the undergrowth at 100mph.
"Everybody." said Emmett, "I think we'll have to camp out until day break, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves." he said, voicing the thought he and Rose had shared. Alice stamped down her tiny foot in frustration.
"Why? My hair will get ruined and I have no make-up with me" she whinged in a high soprano voice. As no-one else complained or made any sound of discontentment, he continued, "We'll just have to sit here and take it in turn to hunt." he paused, "especially you Jasper." He noticed his coal black eyes.
Jasper shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other; he was uneasy about being the weakest of the group. "We may as well get comfortable." pondered Bella, who sat down on the mossy bank.
Alice takes Jasper's cold hand and says, "Me and Jazz are going to hunt." She bounds away with amazing grace. She moves her tiny body in and out of the undergrowth like a gazelle running from a lion and almost at once catches the scent of something strange, like blood, fresh cream and another thing that she couldn't just put a finger on it.
Jasper had smelt it too and comes over to join her. "What do you think it is?" He asks her. Alice shook her head. She wasn't being truthful; she recognised it from her past, like death, blood and sweat. Jasper felt that, but he didn't push her to explain.
"Let's get back to hunting." She decided, plastering a fake smile on her face and a few deer and a coyote later they headed back to the others.
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After Alice and Jasper had fled the scene, Bella lay back in the soft, emerald grass. She began to wonder whether her transformation into a vampire had affected Edward deeper than she thought. She watched him now.
He was looking at an apple tree, watching the fruit sway in the promise of a breeze that he couldn't feel. He wanted so much to taste just one of the apples that appeared golden in the sunlight.
Bella looked on silently, pondering if this had been the right choice.
Little did she know that there was an inscription above her head;
In
our beds did we sleep
While in our broken lands did mothers
keep
The chaos and the pain
Blood pouring everywhere like
rain
Common for a sister became rape
The child born free of
sin
Rewarded with gun rattle
Piercing through fathers
head
Unaware he is dead
Until girl is taken from her mothers'
hand
And she had now become sand
And this is from
those
claiming to be humane
and it's driving me insane.(That's a bit out of
a Samina Malik's Poems; link will be on profile soon.)
No, they didn't know what would become of them.