A/N: Hello, fellow fanfiction junkies. Schlurp here, bringing you her first fanfic for this site. If you plan on reviewing (which I won't force you to do), be honest. If it sucked, tell me that, but with some tips. If you liked it (not sure you will), give me the reasons why.
Enjoy, mes ami!
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Games are for children.
Not for him. For him, games are all he lives for. Games are the most significant part of him; they're the non-existent blood coursing through his veins; for him, the games are every bit of passion, every fiber of his marble hard body.
Games are for children.
But when you add players that want to win, it turns into a sick, twisted dance. All of the turns and spins become a mocking reminder that you might lose.
Or that you might just win the prize.
The prize. It's why he stands in the musty, humid room. Why his hair has become matted with dry leaves and tiny bits of northern foliage. The prize is every reason for this game to go on. This venerated prize has driven him to leave the one he supposedly loved. The one who would die for him, though he isn't sure that he would return the affectionate favor.
Games are for children.
The game is why she walks in so warily, knowing that he is here, though is too afraid to believe herself. Ba-dump, ba-dump, her heart pounds at the sight of his unsettling smile. Her eyes close for a moment as though a moment of nothing will clear away the monster in front of her. When her pale lids open wide once again, he is right in front of her. The air that whooshes out of his nose is icy, sending shivers down her warm back. Tears have gathered gradually, but she makes an effort to send them back, not wanting her last moments to be spent with salty water on her cheeks. Despite her determination, one slips through the corner. In a blindingly fast swipe, the tear is on his finger.
He chuckled, putting it in his mouth. This action is familiar to her, making more tears spill over. "I hope he's ready to watch you cry," the hunter laughs, seemingly oblivious to her pain.
Games are for children.
He sets a video camera onto a wooden table, making sure they're in full view.
"So what makes you amazing?" he says slimly. "Why did you get noticed by one of us? One of the eternal, the people that wouldn't want anything to do with you?"
Her only response was a sob that echoed off the walls, shattering any serenity that had been left in the room.
"Did you ever think that it would come to this? Most humans don't get an opportunity like this; an opportunity to be tricked, and then die in what they hope would be a noble place."
She still didn't answer.
"Funny thing is that it isn't noble at all. What I'm going to do to you is far, far from noble," he snarled.
This time, she didn't have to answer. He didn't need one. By the smile on his face she already knew what his intentions were.
Games are for children.
No! she wanted to scream, but her words became lost in her dry throat. Don't do it this way. Just kill me. I don't want to die like this!
Still in the camera's line of view, he stepped forward, painstakingly slow. With a quick twist of fingers, he had grabbed the hem of her dirty t-shirt and torn it off. Pressed up against the wall, she cried while looking at the pieces of blue cloth.
Deep in her throat words were building. And though she knew there wasn't mush time, she though about what she wanted her last words to be. It was a choice she never thought she'd have to make, but when faced with the difficulty, it troubled her to no end. Nothing that would turn the spiral of events into a romance novel, and surely not a word that would end her life sadly. In the tiniest stroke of intuition, she let her lips force the word out. The vibration made the walls of her throat ache, but it was one she wouldn't regret.
"Edward!"
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A/N: Yeah it was short, but the next chapter will be up soon if you guys want it. I already have chapter written, so it won't take long to update. Thank you for being so kind as to read my story!
-Schlurp