The dark side of the Moon…
Written by: angelsslave © 2010
Disclaimer: I hold no rights to the characters of 'The Twilight Saga' they are property of Stephenie Meyer ©
Preface…Ireland, 1855
The snow had fallen thick where she ran. Deep pockets of white iridescent ice covered the expanse landscape as she gathered her skirts higher, her brown boots no longer could be seen as with each foot fall, her legs became tangled up in both linen and frozen compacted snow that only seemed to slow her down, hamper her escape…
"Bella!"
Her name rang out against the wind howling around her as ice battered her face, her long hair became almost a halo as it wrapped itself around her.
'No more, no more' was all she could pant as her heart jack-hammered inside her aching chest, tears that had long since stopped falling, threatened to break forward once more…slow her down just as the snow and the horrendous wind tried to.
She heard her name being called again and kept going, despite the tiredness creeping into her bones. Despite her clothing now sodden with snow, the cold threatening to overcome her as her teeth gritted together. Despite the howling pain growing fast inside her chest, ripping through her as she bit back another sob as she remained fixed on going forward, refusing to turn back.
"Bella, don't be ridiculous come back here at once!"
The harsh threat did not make her stop it only fuelled her determination to keep going, keep running,
"B-ELL-A"
Her name carried in the wind with angered determination, as the voice lent itself to exasperation and exhausted commanding moving her instead of halting, forcing her weary body further as she kept running from its command,
"You can't go very far. Don't be so childish and come back here at once!"
She pushed on, angered further by his reprimand clutching her shawl that had begun to slip of her thin shoulders more firmly around her, shaking her head as she sobbed once more,
'I will not go back, I cannot go back.'
Stumbling she fell once again, each time the snow did little to impact the fall because as it lay on the ground it had already began to harden. She closed her eyes and willed with all her heart that if now was the time she would gladly give herself over; allow the darkness to take her, to save her from this life,
'Ple-eea-se'
Her hands were frozen from the biting wind, her clothes soaked from the falling snow, her sight hampered by the flakes criss-crossing in front of her eyes as she stumbled further on, feeling his presence getting closer, praying for redemption from her fate. With one hand wrapped around her shawl, in the other she clutched the only inanimate object that kept her in this world…the moonstone,
'H-help me, you said you would never l-leave me'
She heard his hollow laugh close by, he was getting nearer as with titanic effort she fought to free herself from the frozen threads that wanted to bind her to the ground. For no ice felt colder than the hatred behind her, stalking its prey with playful determination,
"It's no use my sweet little Bella, you have already exhausted any effort of escape." The dark sneer behind startled her at just how close he was, how near he was to capturing her again,
"N-no…" her rasped scream called out, even that simple gesture was humanly impossible without draining any energy that she had reserved to get away. A sinister laugh rang out, deep and throaty, alluding to no merriment on his part,
"It's too late for that now my love…"
She bit her swollen lip and faltered with each stumbling step. She was so tired, so exhausted…
Ice cold fingers pinched painfully around the object she held tightly in her hand,
"I-If you can hear me now, h-help m-me, you p-promised you would…"
She fell again and like before her efforts to get up became increasingly slower…she was running out of luck as well as time.
"You can't run away little one," the dark voice was so close, she could feel his frozen breath at her ear, "I'm tired of this game now, tired of toying with my food."
Her heart practically stopped, as if forcing the blood that rushed around her body to stop. To cease its function so that the organ would no longer need to work, to give in to satisfaction as the dark voice was followed by an even darker face and blacker soul that belonged to it,
"You can't run anymore…Bella…"
Anger rose up that had previously been hidden by fear. Fear that coursed through her body as she forced her frozen hands to push against the bulk that blocked her vision,
"G-get away f-from me!" she cried hoarsely. She would fight, even If when she knew in her efforts she would ultimately lose, she would fight.
His laugh barked loudly as he scrapped a long cold finger down her cheek as with little effort he grabbed her around her shoulder roughly, hurting her,
"Now, now…" he tsked, smiling slowly like a cat who had a mouse between its claws for that is what she was to him…a small insignificant mouse about to meet its fate, "be careful my dear Miss Swan, that's not the way to speak to your master…is it?"
She blinked back tears threatening to spill, for that only encouraged his roughness and need for dominance, "N-no." was all she could say, her weak surrender. Satisfied with her answer, and with a moan of approval as he breathed in slowly, capturing her fear and storing it to memory, his dark eyes told her that this was the greatest thrill for him,
"Now, why did you run away my sweet captive, have I not told you how boring this has become?"
The cold was biting into her as she was pulled against him as his breath fanned her face, her stomach heaved as she tried unsuccessfully to pull herself away,
"L-let go of me!" she gritted between her teeth, remembering too late about her swollen lip as it cracked and she felt blood ooze out of it. This sent her spiralling into panic once more, as she licked it before there could be any trace…any sense of…
He groaned deeply in his throat as his eyes grew blacker, any traces of crimson where gone to be replaced by midnight…soulless and empty,
"Mmmm….you smell so good, too tempting..." he inhaled once more, filling his lungs up with her fragrance, her potent blood, her essence, "Mistress will be displeased if I bring you back drained and I am not one to go punished for your stupid efforts of escape."
She tried fighting against him as he hauled her up onto her feet, no longer caring if the cold ate away at her, all she wanted was to leave this place, leave this nightmare once and for all…
'Please….you promised me…you promised me…'
All her efforts had led to this point. Everything she had ever known or experienced, she would carry with her to the next life. Her heart would no longer feel what it was like to be awakened and become alive with yearning and want. This she would accept now, for all her praying had gone unanswered, all her beliefs had gone unheard…she had lost…
The pendant in her hand felt warm and she welcomed it now. Even though she knew it was her foolish mind playing tricks on her as she stared up into the face of the monster that had captured her, "then you'd better kill me now, for I won't go without a fight."
His sneer she ingrained into her mind, she would carry it with her into the bowls of hell for that was surely were it belonged.
"You make it too easy my warm inviting fool, too easy…" his whisper was meant to caress her into submitting, but all it did was send a shard of fear up her spine as his cold menacing fingers nipped harshly into her skin, pinning her to him as he groaned against the skin of her cheek, "too delectable, Mistress will be angry, very angry but you smell so good…"
Closing her eyes, once more she offered up a silent plea into the night sky and the flurries of snow gathered momentum around her, like a veil of lace it cocooned her in its frosty embrace,
"Goodbye…" she shuddered as with one last breath, Bella Swan offered her neck and closed her eyes to the awaiting pain. Her hand that had been holding reverently the pendant became increasingly hot but she took no notice of it. It was too late now; she had fought and lost the fight,
'I'm sorry, I failed…'
She was overcome with the heat that began licking around her, starting from her frozen toes and working its way upwards, snaking around her body and enveloping her in its heat. The familiar tug of her solar plexus was drowned out, as she felt the piercing of her flesh; her cries were almost like a gargle of desperation clawing along her throat.
All at once, she slipped into darkness…