Chapter 8

"Knight of Sun, and Knight of Moon

I art truly sorry, and I know that in my heart of hearts that those words can never truly make things better than they are with thee.

Knight of Sun, thou wast the sun the darkest of my days. Thou wast always there for me, and I don't doubt that thee would do so again. I could never thank thee enough for thy kindness and thy courageousness to try and repair my broken heart.

I art also sorry, that I broke thine heart in time when my lover that left me, came back for me, and I must admit, even though I did go with him, my thoughts were with you.

I do not ask for forgiveness, as I know that am not deserving it. If thou wish it, thee shall never see me again, but I am afraid, that even if thou still wishes to see me, thou cannot. I do not wish to see you or my Knight of Moon either.

Knight of Moon, thou wast my first love, thee cared for me, thee loved me, but thee left me as well. And then after all the pain and loss I went through, thee came back, and I was all too happy to have thee back my arms.

But now, for many nights, my loves, that although I do love you both, and I love you dearly, I cannot choose between the two.

Thou art two opposites. If I choose one of thee, then I know that I shall somehow regret not choosing the other."

The maiden turned away from them and picked up a vial of silver/green liquid. She popped the lid off and turned to them.

"My loves, I have made a decision. Since I cannot choose between the two of thee, I shall end myself, so that thee can both be happy. Thou shalt both be happy once my ashes be with the wind, and I be with my ancestors."

She kissed each horrified Knight on the cheek and held the lethal vial to her lips.

"And with a bitter sweet kiss, I die."

Zalika dropped the pencil as soon as those words were written and jumped back in horror, accidentally falling off the bed and onto Gianna.

"Muhwhaazshaeeedward!" she yelped in surprise and hit the object on top of her.

"OW! Gi-Gi! Stop!" she shrieked, trying to get off her thrashing sister.

"What. The. HELL! Zalika! What is your problem?" she snapped angrily from being woken from a most heavenly dream.

Zalika quickly grabbed her writing and shoved it in Gianna's face. She read over it quickly and shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay, sounds like Romeo and Juliet, so what?"

"Have you noticed that every time draw or write a character we've seen them? Not the exact same but pretty damn close."

"You're right. The cowboy, the pixie, even the king and queen. And the fallen angel."

"Wait, what? Where have you seen the fallen angel?"

"Edward Hottie Hot Hottie Cullen, duh! He is without a doubt the fallen angel. I know for a fact!" Gianna said and her eyes glazed over as she remembered every detail of her dream.

"Okay, well, anyways, what if these three characters, what if they are out there somewhere, and this chick, she is going to kill herself because these two asshats keep on making her choose between them. Maybe, if we can find them, we can stop it from happening," Zalika said looking desperately at Gianna for answers, for support, for anything!

"Uh-huh, I'm going back to, 'night Zalika," she replied and wrapped the blanket around. All too soon Zalika could hear her soft snores and she sighed heavily.

"Thank you so much for the vote of support, sister dear," she said sarcastically.

"Though you know, Jacob looks a lot like the wolf-guy character," Gianna said quickly before she slipped into unconsciousness.

Oh no.

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She was running.

Oh no, not this again.

She was in a dark, almost black forest, the trees were surrounding her, suffocating her and the loud pain filled howl was deafening to her ears.

Her vision was blurry as she tried desperately to look for something. Searching for something in the dark.

They are crafted little creatures, aren't they? Said a voice, as cold the breeze around her, sending chills through her body.

They both want her for themselves. Silly little boys, they have no idea what she's made of. It said again.

She felt freezing cold arms wrap around her and felt her lungs squeezing themselves closed.

Sugar and spice and all things nice. That's what you're made of, aren't you dear? You're a nice little girl, with a good little heart who just wants to help. You just want to draw your little pictures, living in that tiny bubble of yours, you have not a clue on what really lies out there.

She was suddenly in the air, and would've screamed had she been able to breathe.

You don't even KNOW what you yourself are capable are, puny human. You want to ruin my plans with your little drawings and your writings, but I will NOT be stopped by some little narrow minded girl who knows TOO MUCH for her own GOOD! The voice was shouting now, the voice was so loud she could feel blood dripping down her neck, from her ears.

You're going to put those little stories and pictures back to bed aren't you? You don't want anyone to get hurt now, do you? Your sister? You mother? Jacob Black?

The voice was whispering now and she felt the ground beneath her feet and air rush back into her lungs. Every time the voice named someone a picture of them would be clear in her mind.

Oh, you're nice. But she is not. She's made of bad things, little girl. Things that hurt people. Things that kill people. You don't want her to cause anyone harm do you?

The voice seemed to pause, as if waiting for an answer, waiting for an answer I would never give.

Of course you don't. You just want to help. Well, Zalika, I know how you can help. And you will very much enjoy it as well.

The forest disappeared. The beach was back. The howling stopped. However, the voice was still ringing in her ears.

Put your stories to bed, little girl. You don't want Jacob to get hurt now, do you?

"JACOB!" she jumped as her eyes shot open and she stared straight into the bewildered face of non-other then Jacob Black.

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Yes. They are crafty. But she is not good. She is bad. She is un-pure. She must be destroyed if the world is to be balanced. We know exactly what she can be used for. Exactly where she would fit right in. They will take her in with open arms, and black hearts. She is not meant to be with the living. She must end. Send out your best, by the end of this week, she must die.

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So, how did you like that? Yeah, yeah, I know –NO! CLIFFY!- but its 1:30 in the morning and I am really out of ideas. If any of you have any suggestions on how might want the next chappy to be like please let me know, coz I seriously am running low on the inspiration energy.

Ok, I am tired, it's late- early I mean, and I need sleep. Hope you enjoyed this teeny little piece, and in the words of Truman- good morning, good afternoon and good night.

Luvs Isis