Prologue (Beta)
***Arthur's Note: Hello to those who read. This is just a little test run of a story, that I've been sitting on. Because of that there may be some changes, depending on my mood. So, I apologize in advance if that is a little jarring*****
****Arthur's Note2 : I'm giving credit where credit is due. Stephanie Myer's characters are her own, and while I am getting a lot of inspiration from her and her stories, I do not want any trouble.***
Hmm, such a sweet little bird you are. My little bird. All alone in this bleak world… my bleak world… I'll keep her close only because she's precious. Mmm, Her hair is so soft, for such a Sprit thing….
Her hands ran down the raven haired girl's head. Gently, running over her pale heart shaped face, gliding over her soft cheeks, where trails of blood had departed from her eyes. The wetness, no longer warm, but cool and black and….
I wonder how it would taste?
Her thumb gently swirled in a circular motion over one of the blood trail's on the girl's face. The blood, nearly dry and old, chipped.
Mmm?
The girl's chest rose shakenly, her eyelids twiched, but she remained unconcious as she heaved a sigh,or hushed gasp for air. Who knows she was bloody battered.
"Oh, My tastes just like chocolate," mumbled the woman as she placed a chipped, and slighlty soggy piece of blood on her tongue.
Hmmm
She reached down to touch those soft, pale lips which had moments earlier seemed full of song. Pink flesh below cold, well manicured nails, gave way…
Too bad for that bottom lip is just out of balance. It really does take from the asethetic doesn't it?
After the thought passed, the woman's fingers trembled. They paused before the opening of the girl's mouth-
If her blood is of chocolate, I wonder how sweet…-
The girl's chest rose again, and the movement interrupted the woman's thought. A pale pink nip, had fallen out of place. It stood bright and out of place, in contrast to the worn and dingy, white hospital gown…
Would it be just as sweet, or sweeter if-
Her hand jetted, hovered, and quivered over the exposed bud. Her heart, raced-or would had her's could beat-as she contemplated her next move.
Sudenly, the girl's eyes opened and-
"ESME," snapped Rosalie. How long are you going to stand there, Carlisle has been calling you for over five minutes, She continued annoyed.
"Sorry, I…," ESME mumbled
"Rosalie, would it be possible for you to be less, abrasive," replied Edward.
Rosalie replied, perhaps. But, Esme again became lost in that dream. Or thought about it a lot.
The edges of her world, continued to flicker, circle, and spiral in a dream like haze and it became harder and harder to remain attached…
Esme left the room in a silent huff. The arguing was nothing new, her children-Edward and Rosalie in particular-were prone to fighting like wolves. But, today was not the day. She needed-
The image of the exposed breast, and bloodied face appeared within her mind. As she exited the house, she nodded to Jasper who sat on the couch, and pondered the whereabouts of her youngest, Alice….
I suppose a trip the the hospital would be much needed…. I can check with Carlisle to see if we need anymore blood, while everyone has adjusted well…I
Her thought stopped on Jasper, who while progressing well, managed to have the occasional slip up. But, heaven forbidden she outwardly questioned him.
She'd had had enough with hurting her her husband, hurting her other…
The feeling of touching the girl's bottom lip zigged through her mind as she touched the front knob-
This isn't for her, not for her, I need the blood for….
Suddenly, the circle of vision she's been maintaining began to tighten, and darken. Jasper must have risen from the couch, for as ESME began to fall, a pair of male hands steadied her from behind-
Jas…I, she tried to speak. But no words would leave her.
"ESME! SHIT, AGAIN?"- Ah, that must be Rose…
I'm so sorry ROSE-She thought to herself.
"We need to call, Carlisle," Called her favorite son-Edward….
No, no, no, just leave me. She thought as the world began to dark and fade from her.
The girl in the dingy, hospital gown appeared before her again.
"Ah, you look much better, now how are you," Questioned Esme.
The girl smiled, that full bottom lip jutting out slightly, tilted her head, and replied. But, no sound escaped.
Esme, paused and tilted her own head, wondering if perhaps something was wrong with her…But, it was incredibly odd, or rather wrong considering vampires never got sick.
As she pondered this, the girl took two steps before Esme. Her gown slipping away, revealing those soft mounds. They were round, and full creating the shape of perfect heart. Her nipples neither small nor large pointed up and out. It made Esme blush-if she could that was. And yet, though they've met often enough, she still turned her head away.
Nevertheless, this girl, this child reached out with her seemingly human hands, and puller Esme's face up. The term 'seemingly' be used loosely, because while the flesh of the girl's hands felt as soft, and fragile as a human's there was no heat….
Only Cold.
"You're cold," Blurted Esme in Shock.
The girl, still nude continued to smile with her head titled. Her body still and willowy.
And Esme admired. Her curves were soft and gentle, like Venus herself. Hips jutting out, but not too far, she was just a girl afterall-17, was it? But, the thought was interrupted as she placed her forehead on Esme's
Cold again, Esme thought.
She tried to step back, but girl's hand was firm. It was actually firm?! But the girl continued her advance, staring at her with those deep cholocate made Esme, embarrased and she turned if she could, but she was frozen.
Those lips parted, her eyes feel down to the girl's navel, there was a beauty mark there…
"What a pretty button," she mumbled.
The girl's breath, hushed blew across her face…And cooler than her hands. Blew upon her face a soft floral scent. Orange, Freesia, and…
Her lips parted-
Esme thought the girl would kiss her-
But instead, her head moved away from Esme's own, and moved to the side. To the left of her ear.
She trailed a surprisingly, hot, wet tongue along her ear. Blew slightly at it, causing Esme to shiver, and whispered,
"Though, these dreams are filled with sweets, nothing becomes more sweeter after hardship, then Death's final embrace…"
And with that the darkness, which had been encrouching for the longest time, rappidly raced upon Esme. The girl turned, revealing a matching heart shaped rear. Her shoulder's slumped, and her body began to glow, soft and pearly within the dark.
And the dark siezed her.
NO!