Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't think my writing style is much like the books now, do you? I didn't think so. I won't pretend the song is mine either. It is the spill canvas's.
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As I'm running to you, You sit completely unaware of what I'm about to do
The scenes, the times, may change but my heart does not. The constant burning, the aching of my desire remains unfulfilled. For my sire, my father of this way of being, I deny myself of my want. I feel it with my every fibre. I romanticize about the feel of skin beneath my lips, the warmth of the crimson touching my tongue. The squirm of a body pinned down by mine. I miss the screaming cries the most, the begging, the fear.
But for Carlisle I will refrain. My oath, my word, I will hold.
We move together, our coven, to a place where society is at it's honest. The place where prejudices fly, where hurt and want breath life. The lesson is not of numbers but reaction, of the cause of humanity. The emotion swell in their lungs, the words distorted of their meaning. The spiteful bark which is worse then the bite. The malice of jealous notions. The words spoken of love, are confused with lust. The pride that holds back the fear, the pride that can be broken with a simple push. A small fall is all it takes to crumble the emotion back. In this place of learning the main lesson is fear.
The confusion of meaningless minds are hung up on a new being. Another body to add to the count of untouchable object. My eyes seek out this foreign spirit. Her skin is iridescent. Matchable to my own. My eye linger on the beat of her heart. The pulse of her blood. Not a word sips through her mind. Fascination and curiously filter through as I trail her movements. This new girl has no thoughts, no patterns. She is unfamiliar and I am drawn. Like a puzzle in a box, I feel the need to unwrap her and solve the mystery within, but still not a word crosses her brain.
The ringing sounds our sentence. we fall into place, in symmetry we sit. She is by my side and I can't keep back. She is toxically appealing, and the wanted his enough to burn all the way through. Her scent is like a drug, it fuels my lust. I look at the pale beauty, desperately longing to take what should be mine. My hands clenching the wooden desk are the only thing that stops me from taking her by the throat. My body yearns to touch her, to take my lips her neck and let them sink deep inside her. The depth of my lust she can see in my eyes. She turns from me, edging away. I search her mind hoping to feel the fear in her but still nothing. I can sense her tension in the way she holds herself, so why does her mind not beat like her heart?
The mystery is to much for me. With the sound of our release I flee like I wish she would do for me. I can see her running down the street, pale and afraid. I can see how the length of her stride could never match mind but it's all in my head. I stay hidden, hunting my prey.
She walks with no grace, stumbling over her own insecurity. Her face pale and strong. There is a resilience in her I had not noticed in the lab. A determination, in her awkward stance. I follow her home.
The man of law and order is her father. They fight to stay peaceful, fight to keep any sort of contact. The silence is overwhelming, the tick of a clock louder then their conversation. Their bond stands on shaky ground, the relationship barely there. The warmth floods my features, she would not be missed.
The hours past and I stay clear. For Carlisle, I remind myself, for him.
Alone, I think of her. My mind moving like a ticking clock, each tick bring me to her. I know I can't stay away, I must go to her. Run to her, for better or worse.
The air is cool and the moon is high. The night chill the kind you could feel right down to the bone. My un-beating heart lays beneath my chest as I return. I seek her out, watch her sleep. So innocent, so deliciously addictive.
Tomorrow I would make my move.
Tomorrow I would see what kind of monster I truly was.
You sit here, completely unaware of what I'm about to do to you. I stalk around you, slowly circling you. Your unflinching eyes and questioning lips, stump me. I want you to fear me. I need to feel the rush of emotion, the burst of dread before I take you. Your calm seems unnatural, unhuman. I am struck by you, caught in a web of curious lust. I speak to you testing the boundaries of my resistance. You are intriguing, I wonder it will last when I through you to the floor. How will I see you when I here you beg for me, scream my name. I can feel your death on my lips.
Only as fingers land hard on my shoulders, do I realise I had crossed the line. Jasper can feel it to, his unwavering emotions tugs me back. If Alice hadn't foretold it, the girl would have been dead. I wonder, if she knows how luck she is, for today at least.
AN. A second page. How odd. Opinions would be grand. Critics welcome. Feel free. Just drop me a line.
