(Well, you people asked for it, and…finally, I got off my big fat rumpus and started it – the sequel to Stardust. Anyway, feel free to toss your opinions and ideas at me, as I really feel like I'm venturing into new territory with this. M'email's in my profile, so don't hesitate to give me a yell. I don't bite, unless you're Mr. Becky. *grin* And as I've constantly reminded you, no WWE (or F or G for that matter) characters are mine.)
Twilight
by AmaraSidhe
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He loved to watch her sleep.
In the acidic wash of intruding streetlights and the last flickers of an amber
sunset, he merely watched the slow rise and fall of Brianna's breath, the
flicker of shadowy lashes.
Snow White, lost in the magnificent cinema of her dreams.
He watched her.
This – was how it had started.
"Good morning, sweet princess…"
Of course, morning had faded long ago, as had…
Many things.
His mortal life.
Her safety.
Nothing, though, would find them here.
Or at least they wouldn't find them.
They had
almost killed Brianna before – all he could do was hope they didn't find her
and finish what they had started.
His greatest fear – they would somehow come here, to this somewhat secluded
apartment. His dreamless sleep of
before was gone, replaced by bloodied visions.
And she worried as well, though not as incessantly.
There was that plea in her voice when she spoke, that extra tug closer when she
held onto him…
She was his Brianna. HIS.
And he wasn't going to let anyone touch her here.
This…was a new life.