A/N: So this was my first story on here, and recently I decided to rewrite some of it so it makes more sense as well as the writing being better (knock on wood). I've been writing stories about Lauralithia and Corin and their world since elementary school; and I'd had a thought to try a crossover and thought it might be fun. Initially when Lauralithia was created, she was a shapeshifter and magic user, but I piled on so many strengths that I made her perfect and had to scale it way back when I was in high school. So she's an elf princess with magic capabilities, and CAN shape-shift but only for a short time and through magic. It takes a great deal of power so isn't really worth it to her.
Disclaimer: Twilight and it's characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I don't own them. Lauralithia and Corin and their world is all my own creation.
Magic At Twilight
Chapter 1: Lauralithia
In a barely-lit room built of dark gray stone; a tall man with long black hair and even blacker eyes smirked at the floor-length mirror before him. Inside the mirror was a woman with flame red hair and ocean blue eyes. She could have been anywhere from eighteen years old to her mid twenties, her face was so youthful. She wore a white lacy tunic shirt with long, slightly puffy sleeves and thick dark blue legging tucked into long high heeled brown boots. A golden necklace strung with rectangular strands of gold bars-the largest being roughly two inches long and only a fourth of an inch thick-hung around her long neck. Earrings that matched adorned her ears, and a silver filigree ring set with a pale blue topaz stone wrapped around her left hand's ring finger.
The woman was standing at a table with several papers strewn out in front of her, a couple jars of ground up, peculiar looking powder sat with lids in a semi-circle around the outside of the papers. Away from the papers and jars sat a large crystal pitcher and chalice at the edge of the table, each filled with a crystalline water. The man smiled to himself before waving his hand before the mirror, causing it's image to shimmer and fade and reflect back at him. He was a noble looking man with angular features that were handsome, but currently cruel looking.
His skin was pale and he wore a tunic, trousers, and a long cape; all of it black. His long pale fingers were hidden from sight by darker than night gloves that went half way to his elbows. Waving his hand in front of the mirror again, it shimmered like before and showed a small white castle with red roofing situated quaintly in a forest clearing. Something glinted over it like light reflecting off of a glass bowl and he smirked. Her wards were impressive, and meant to keep the castle invisible, but they weren't enough to stop him. Stepping forward, he passed through the mirror like someone might pass through a doorway, and disappeared from the room.
Lauralithia picked up the chalice of water and took a long drink as she wrote down the properties of the last of the jarred powdered herbs with a quill pen and ink. Setting her glass down, she dotted the period at the end of the sentence, then placed the quill pen down next to the parchment paper and sighed in relief. She'd just finished writing down the necessary steps and herbs needed for a spell she had been working on for the past several years. It was good that she had finished it when she had, she needed it to get away from someone, and sooner was much better than later. The spell required words thought inside the mind instead of spoken aloud-which was actually easier. Lauralithia scooped out roughly a fourth of a teaspoon of powder from each jar, and placed it in her hand. Tossing it above her, she thought the words from the paper in her head, and felt the magic settle and merge with her. The powder shimmered like gold and glowed, then faded and vanished. Now, if ever she needed to use the spell, all she had to do was think a few words, and the spell would be pushed into motion.
Suddenly a loud chirping erupted in the quiet room, nearly making her drop her glass with a yelp. Spinning around, she saw a small stone bird-magicked to go off when an intruder passed her wards-jaw wide open and wings flapping wildly as it hopped about her table towards her. In a panic, she slammed her hands down onto the table, and a wave of flame swept over the table, catching the papers there on fire and incinerating most of them. The powder in the jars broiled and melted and the glass became deformed and partially red hot. The stone bird continued its alarm, its stone feathers singed black but otherwise unharmed as it hopped to avoid most of the flames.
The huge double doors crashed open and in strode the dark haired man, cape billowing. Just as soon as she saw him, she snatched up the glass and flung it towards him, as though to splash him with the water inside. As the water flew through the air, it morphed into tiny blades; each one for each drop of water. As soon as the water left her cup, Lauralithia lunged past the now burning table, just narrowly missing a roaring ball of green fire from her opponent.
From behind the arm chair where she crouched, she heard a snarl of pain and a curse. Some of her spell had hit him. Smirking slightly, she peered out from behind the arm chair and gasped, jumping away from the chair just as it burst into flames. Rolling to her feet in front of her full length mirror, she placed her hands on her hips and grinned cockily at the man. Keeping her eyes on him as he nursed a wound in his right shoulder, she lazily brushed the dust off of her blue trousers and white tunic. "Come, come, Corin. I don't have all day." He paused in the process of healing his wound enough to look at her, and he snarled at the look of boredom appearing on her face.
Lurching forward, he began throwing more magic, his wound forgotten in his rage. Sweeping her hand up in front of her and to the side, she made to guide the erratic magic away from her, but miscalculated the strength behind them. A wound the size of a grapefruit opened up in her side and she screamed in pain as she was launched backwards, causing both her and the mirror to fall to the floor. Reaching out blindly to catch herself, she only served to cut her hands as the mirror shattered. Gasping in pain, she leaned against the fallen mirror's frame as Corin chuckled darkly and walked slowly towards her.
Getting up onto her knees, one of her hands tried to stifle the red blood that flowed freely from her abdomen, while her other hand supported her against the mirror frame. She glared icily up at him as her vision began to blur, and he sighed. "A shame. I would have much preferred your cooperation, my love." He crooned, smiling as he crouched down before her. Eyes dark with lust, Corin took hold of her chin roughly and yanked her toward him. She shivered in fear and disgust as he mashed his lips down on hers, bruising them with the force.
She fought him at first, but then slowly stopped. Closing her eyes, Lauralithia leaned into him. Thinking she had come to her senses at last, he smiled through the kiss and held her head in his hands, tangling his fingers in her long hair. But when he tried to deepen the kiss, the woman suddenly bit down hard on his tongue, drawing blood. Shouting, he pulled away, and with a snarl, slapped her hard across the face. Lauralithia cried out in pain as the blow sent her sprawling sideways onto the glass covered ground. Looking up at him through her hair, he staggered to his feet until he stood above her, face contorted in fury. "Don't you know by now, you harpy?! No matter where you go, I will find you!" He spat, blood tinging his lips; and his words slightly slurred.
Lauralithia closed her eyes and spread her fingers out over the pieces of mirror beneath her hand. She began thinking the words of the spell from earlier, and the mirror pieces began to glow a faint blue color. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she glared at him. "Well take a good look, Corin. Because this is the last you'll see of me." And with that her body began to glow, too, and the mirror shards swirled around her and she disappeared. The glass fell to the ground; looking for all the world like they hadn't just helped teleport away a living being.
Corin stood there staring at the place she had previously occupied for what seemed like hours. The bird alarm continued to chirp madly, having never ceased. Still standing there, and without looking away from the mirror pieces or moving a muscle, his hand glowed faintly and the magic bird suddenly exploded-sending fragments of stone everywhere.
A/N: Alright! First chapter redone. Let me know what you think. :)