Twi-Fic

Warning: Language

Genre: Dark Drama / Horror

Character(s): Bella & James

Prompt: I like candle lit dinners, romantic walks on the beach, and porn.

Suggested Listening: "King" by The Romanovs

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: This drabble was my first attempt at anything resembling the horror genre (also, the first time I wrote a true vamp story). I have since begun a short MC horror/suspense fic entitled Crimsontooth that will only be about 5 chapters once complete (and coincidentally, my second vamp encounter—apparently, in my head, vamp = horror. LOL). Anyway, I would really appreciate you guys checking it out if you have a few free minutes. I'm pretty sure you've seen nothing like it—or so I've been told. ;) You can find Crimsontooth listed with my other works on this site, or as a group on Tricky Raven if you are member there. Thanks!

Eternal Twilight

"Say it!"

Hitching breaths chase the tears running from her eyes. "I, I like ca-candle lit dinners."

Yesss…

"Ro-roma, romantic walks on th-the beach." Heart rate accelerating, the rush of blood floods her cheeks—its succulent aroma, tantalizing and close to the surface. "And, and p— … I, I don't wa— YAAAAGH!"

A scream rips through the cage of her lips, and the demon imprisoning my soul, splits mine in a sinister sneer.

"I know how much pain humans can take, Bella." My grip on her broken leg tightens slightly—just enough to make her whimper…again. "And I like playing with my new toys."

Shutting off the camcorder, I unfold to my feet and back off my prey.

Final rays of the setting sun shine through the large, picture window of the studio, and I bask in vivid memories of warmth. Eyes closing, becoming lost in reflections of the past, I can almost feel the electricity of life that once coursed through my veins.

"Ah, my pet. These lessons won't be easy for you to learn, but soon, you will crave what I have to give. You will beg for it…just like they all did. And when you do, I will turn you. Eternity will be ours." My lids retract, bringing me back to the present, the mild skin-on-skin contact of this marbleized shell sends subtle vibrations through my skull and momentarily wavers my vision.

Arms spread wide, I stand before her—my chuckle dark and pitched an octave too high. The shrill sprinkle of laughter cascades over my ears and propels my desire to put on a show. Spinning in the middle of the room—the evening streaks of sunlight casting rainbowed hues off my bare torso, colorful beams refracting through the competing angles of the mirrored walls—a dizzying spell of luminescence is summoned.

I freeze—suddenly, unexpectedly—red eyes glowing with excitement, and her shrieks turn wild and frantic.

"Truly, Bella, you don't know how happy you're making me, do you? The screams. They all scream. Human, vampire…doesn't matter." My apparent satisfaction robs the sound emanating from her vocal chords, and the room is thrust into silence.

"Did you know Victoria was worried you were going to take her place? She needed to get to you before I did, but you had an army of Cullens surrounding you. Of course, thanks to her, they were the easiest coven I've ever had the pleasure of vanquishing. The stupid whore ended up disposing of most of them before I had a chance to play."

My cadence evaporates and a string of monotone syllables lays in its wake. "My plan worked perfectly; the bitch never knew what hit her. You should have seen her face when she realized I'd turned on her. You would have loved it…the betrayal. But you know all about that, don't you?"

Predatory instincts alive, my head tilts of its own accord.

"Tell me, how is your mutt?"

Bella's face crumples, and I am at her side—cutting through the air before the wind has a chance to shift. Grabbing her chin, fingers digging into her jaw, I feel the give of her teeth as they slide off their axis.

Whiffs of pungent musk—damp, sulfuric, and glandular—permeate the atmosphere around my prize.

"Hmm… You still smell like it. I wonder how you'll taste…"

Deep growls rumble the planks lining the floor, and venom floods my mouth in a primitive response. The sharp clatter of shattered glass comes from the street, and the crackling splinter of broken wood comes from the alley.

In less than a second, thick, heated saliva drips down my neck, and the clash of malignant teeth thunder unspoken promises through my ears.

A mix of fear and awe dance in Bella's wide, watery eyes, and gazing into the reflective surface of her two, honeyed lakes—amidst the large, russet wolf hovering over me—I see my own relief staring back at me.

With a titanium grip around my neck, I feel the sweet release of pain for the first time since I turned to stone.

And I relish in the biting agony as the beast clamps down…

*Alright, hit me with your thoughts and feels—if ya wanna. ;-)