Jane

AN: this is a twilight/New moon songfic to Evanescence's

"Everybody's fool". It is set in a "V for Vendetta" type future. I do not own rights to new moon, or twilight, V for Vendetta, or Evanescence.

My name is Jane, and I have lived in Forks, Reunited States all my life. The year is 2030, and I am 16. Since the moral breakdown in the early 2000's Religion is the central focus of all good Americans. That said; I have finished all of my education at the church. That is where I met HIM. Emmet. How the word sends shivers down my spine. Once the shivers that I felt toward him were of a sinful, lusting nature, ones I would not confess to, and thusly deepen my sinning. Now they are of fear. And disgust. Disgust at that Girl by the name of Rosaline; how I have hated her, and still do now, but now for such different reasons.

Perfect by nature

All of them, those Cullens, that perfect poise, that faultlessness of features. I almost grew to like Isabella and Edward, almost as much as I fancied Emmet. I thought that it was just their luck, their bloodline, their prayers, but no, the truth is far more sinister.

Icons of self-indulgence

The family has the most money, does the least work. They buy the most expensive clothing; they have everything. They manage to not only own and maintain an automobile; they do so for several! True, he is a doctor, or so I thought… more likely, he is a poisoner, or one of those witchy healers, corrupting the soul whilst healing the flesh.

Just what we all need

We do not need them. They are leaches, bloodsuckers, and siphon the lifeblood of the community. The vibrancy that is achievable without them makes me forget about how close I once wished we could become.

More lies about a world that

Never was and never will be

However, that will not happen, it is far too late. I know too much, and though it hurts me I must muster hate to replace where I once loved.

Have you no shame? Don't you see me?

I used to think that if I were prettier, smarter, or richer even, if only I could attain that grace and …perfection; then Emmet would notice me, love me even… but no. His own faults kept us apart. Kept him with that witch Rosaline; forever reserved in that hellish woman's company. I tried to fool myself that she had ensnared him, perhaps even seduced him, and thereby forced the upcoming marriage.

You know you've got everybody fooled

Look, here she comes now

Church. Sunday. Mass. Praise. Oh, look who's late again… Rosaline, with Emmet at her arm; already I feel bile rising in my throat.

Bow down and stare in wonder

This time I sit erect in my pew, and stare as heads bow as this "happy couple" walks past.

Oh, how we love you

There he goes, kissing her hand. IN CHURCH! How dare he, already mocking with his existence, now flaunting his carelessness in our faces. Still, their wedding is in a few months, and even the minister approves.

No flaws when you're pretending

That is how good they are at keeping up their little charade. No blemish, but that one time, that one mistake.

But now I know she

Only once, but that was all it took. Oh, if only it was as things were, and I simply believed her to by my competition for winning the heart of Emmet

Never was and never will be

She is not simple competition; she is not even human! But then again, neither is he. Just thinking those words makes me want to cry.

You don't know how you've betrayed me

Why, why did I have to walk in the woods, see Emmet take down a bear, see the entire family take part in drinking a communion of blood, before flitting away faster than the antique silver Volvo that Edward treasures? Why did I have to see that they were not human…why would God let me fall in love with a creation of Satan? Why?

And somehow, you've got everybody fooled

Yet, they are safe. Who would believe me? They are a rich, upstanding family. Even if I speak out, I will simply be hushed, perhaps put in a convent so I do not harm others with my talk. They fast the most often and give the most charitable donations whenever the occasion arises. Carlisle has often not charged for his aid. Edward and Bella are engaged the same as Emmet and Rosaline, yet the entire family is appropriately chaste. None would consider them corrupters of our world, creations of the devil.

Without the mask, where will you hide?

However, if I were to speak, if I was believed, what would they do then? Without the clouds ominously covering their inner darkness, with out my silence, without their forced perfection, where would they be? Could they still maintain their happiness? Could they still live here, as black sheep? Or would they leave? Despite my knowledge, I wish not to drive them away.


Can't find yourself lost in your lie

Three days ago, I found Emmet alone, and I talked to him. I told him that I knew. I could not make myself say the foul, dreaded words; I simply said, "I know." He showed fear in his eyes, and did not answer.


I know the truth now

I know that it is my duty to report them to the minister. It is better for my very soul if I do my part in stopping the corruption of this pretty little town before it spreads.

I know who you are

He is Lucifer, Satan, or at the very least one of his creations and minions. Vampires, second to the dark lord himself.

And I don't love you anymore

How can I? Why is it that I still want to be with him, this foul, dirty dark beast!

I will not turn him in. I have a different plan now.

It has failed. I want to Emmet, I got on my knees and implored him, begged him to make me like him. I threatened, I cajoled, and I even made a clumsy attempt to seduce him.

You don't know how you've betrayed me

He said no. He said that he would not take my soul, would not make my afterlife doomed to eternal hellfire. He does not see how badly I need to escape. He told me that I would never be a creature unloved by God, I never was and never will be and to go home and be a little lamb.

And somehow you've got everybody fooled

I started to cry and Emmet called over his other brother, the one whose name escapes me and is shy. A feeling of calm descended upon me like a blanket, and I had no will to argue. I think I know now how they have kept hidden for so long. They not only are creatures of the dark lord, but practice his magicks as well. I went home with the sound of their laughter ringing behind me.

I woke up last night with a terrible fever. My father looked terribly worried and made several whispered calls. I was told I was very, very sick. I wanted to pray but had not the energy. I knew that God was mad at me for wishing to be a dark creature, but had he need to put me in this much pain?

Never was and never will be

Hehehe. Emmet had no idea what he was saying when he told me that I would never be a creature unloved by God. Here I stand, covered in fur, clawed, fanged, and blood lusty. He was wrong, very, very wrong.

You're not real and you can't save me

As Emmet did not have a hand in my transformation, I cannot blame him. I need not; I know that it is the behest of the lord to exterminate the bloodsucking vermin. He is small fry compared to me. I am the verevolve, where beast, werewolf. He is nothing but a big bear hunting bloodsucker. I am a magnificent creation of God's will; he is a blemish on the radiant orb the god created. I will destroy the Cullens. I will. You just watch me.

And somehow, now you're everybody's fool

How's laughing now Emmet?