Forgive me…
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Authors note: This is my first Twilight FF, please go easy on me but still give me helpful critiques. I just finished reading the book for the 3rd time in a row (in 3 days) so I think I'm familiar enough. As I said, try not to be too harsh on me please.
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In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she alone makes me sin awards me pain
William Shakespeare
Preface
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As his blood dripped to the floor, it made a haunting quiet splash. All I could do was stare in horror at him, charcoal black eyes thirsty, relentless, and uncontrollable. I couldn't move, my body frozen. I tried to fight back tears that were about to break the surface, but I was losing the fight for them. I stared at the now lifeless Mike on the ground, his blood pooling all around him.
"E-Edward?" I asked, frightened.
At the sound of his name, he looked at me, not changing his hunched over position. Those dark obsidian eyes glared at me.
"Can you hear me? Edward?" I asked quietly, meekly. I was such a coward.
His eyes flickered something I couldn't recognize; but his position remained unmoved. I heard a low growl from the back of his throat as he turned toward me.
"Edward! Listen to my voice! Please! You're not a monster!" I screamed. I wanted him to try and recognize my voice, try to snap out of his blood-thirsty state.
His eyes stayed they same but he muttered something under his breath. I couldn't understand him, but it sounded as though he said, "Betrayal."
"Betrayal? No, Edward, I would never do that to you! It was misunderstanding! Please, believe me!" I squeaked, my voice beginning to crack.
I could hear another snarl in the back of his throat. I couldn't hold it any longer. The tears fell down my cheeks and dripped to the ground.
Edward stiffened, his body tense. He took a whiff of the air and looked at me again.
I got a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, a nausea feeling. Luckily I hadn't eaten, there would be nothing to choke up.
He took a step closer to me. His mouth forming a larger grin; no, not a grin. It was merely a move to intimidate me with all of his teeth. They gleamed white in the darkness of the room, a sliver of light coming from the uneven vertical blinds letting in silky, creamy moonlight. It seemed to make his skin glow.
"Edward…please…believe me…I would never do that to hurt you…" The tears were practically drowning me, I couldn't stop them either.
Suddenly, he lunged, and I was somewhere dark, not knowing anything, only pain…pain…I could feel my head hit the ground and crack, then it was black.
