A/N: So. Hello!
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to S. Meyer, no copyright infringement intended.
Also, this is already fully written, and should be updated regularly.
The city's awakening is like that of a mysterious beast. It stirs and growls and trembles and suddenly jolts up, alert and aware, claws blazing. This is when it is most frightening, awe-inspiring. However it is not at its most dangerous.
Nighttime is when it should be feared. As much as you don't want to meet a live panther, you know that rousing it in its sleep is so much worse, because then it fights like it is threatened, and it attacks like a black demon. You never see the end coming.
Night here is just like that: a sleeping panther. The city looks unconscious, but it is never truly unaware, and the slightest move will be your end. You have to lay low. Be quiet. Sit tight and close your eyes, like a child hiding. Wait for it to be over.
At nighttime this city is inhabited by a different people, and you do not want to meet them.
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I learned to hide out at nighttime as soon as I landed on the streets. The sky was darkening and the wind had died down and I could hear a faint, menacing whisper. I suddenly felt so ill at ease that I had to hide, trembling in silence behind a dumpster, absolutely certain that I wouldn't live to see the next morning.
But nothing happened, and I emerged with the sun, too happy to be breathing to wonder what I'd been thinking.
But it happened again, night after night, and night after night I learned to trust that soft murmur more than I trusted my own reasonable thoughts.
Until the day that I didn't.
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Finding food today has been harder than usual, to the point where I had to reach far outside my usual hunting grounds to feed myself. I hadn't been paying attention to the overcast skies until I realized they were much too close to black for my liking.
As I rushed back to my side of town, the safe side, the side that I stupidly considered to be my home, I kept an eye on the ever-darkening sky, and the darker it got, the more I panicked. I rushed and rushed, my breath shortening, until the pitch black that now shrouds the city forced me to stop.
I need to find somewhere to ride it out. They'll be out any moment now, and whoever they are, I don't want to meet them.
The thing is, this isn't my side. I don't know this area. And as I turn into a short, particularly dark alley, and the threatening whisper in the back of me head intensifies, I realize that walking into uncharted territory when I know there is something lurking around here that is to be feared is just about the stupidest mistake I could have made.
A/N: So. This story, as you can probably tell, is a tad less "realistic" than what I've written before. Again, I focus on my main characters, with almost no background at all. I'm not trying to write a story you'll believe, I'm trying to get a message through.
This piece, like Bloody Snow, lives hard and dies young. And bitterly. However it lacks the deep despair Snow carried.
I was not in a good place when I wrote Snow, and I know it's reflected in the writing. This one is lighter, less tragic. But there will still be no hea. Sorry to disappointed readers, welcome to new ones, and please remember to review, because it counts!