Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, I just play in the sandbox. I do however, lay claim to my original characters; Ella, Adrian, Christine, Eldre etc, and the inclusion of the fey world.
AN: It's raining today and I've been munching on chocolate raisins for the past hour. This chapter was written while hyper on chocolate raisins, enjoy ~Hannah
Chapter Eighty – When Nightmares Come Alive
A lone babe was born and then left to cry in a moses basket. Big fat tears streamed from the babe's eyes while they sought out the comfort of a Mother's embrace. The Mother came eventually, fussing with the baby and calming it of its cries. The babe snuggled into the Mother's chest and feasted before falling into a deep slumber. The Mother looked down at the babe with love in her eyes and hummed an old lullaby to help the babe sleep.
The babe enjoyed a rich few years, being loved by the family around him. As the babe grew so did his jet-black hair and his cunning smile. The babe lost his innocence and his eyes became hard and unnerving. The babe had reached toddlerhood and thus ended the warm cocoon of love he had so come to enjoy.
There was a violent nature to the babe that was now a toddler. A darkness that his family couldn't ignore. Flowers started to wilt around him and animals ended up dead by his hand. The babe's parents tried to get him help, to school him out of his dark actions but it ended up as words falling on deaf ears. The babe took heart the actions of his parents and rebelled against any action they gave. The babe sought out the help of others, far and wide, but no one came to his rescue.
The babe, as he liked to call himself, looked upon his family with distaste. Though he was only a toddler, his mind had advanced quicker than anyone expected. He emitted a strange aura, his eyes, soulless as they were, drew people into his influence and he used his childlike innocence to his advantage.
It was long past the time that he considered those around him were family, when his family did abandon him, but it still hurt him all the same. Unable to be around someone who controlled that much anger and darkness, the parents felt they could no longer cope with this creature they had given life too. Scared they were of the path their babe was taking and worried they would be next on his hit list, they upped and left in the middle of the night. They left the babe alone in his bed and took their other, older child, with them when they left.
Anguish, anger, and hate coursed through the babe when he realised what had been done. To be abandoned by one's family when one is so young was a tragedy indeed and through the hurt, the babe's power grew stronger. The babe pleaded with those around him to no avail, they would not tell him where his family was. His last-ditch effort to appeal to the crown was shut down and ignored. No one wanted to attract the darkness that the babe played with. No one wanted to place themselves in front of a babe whose power was so untested and unstable.
The babe left the abandoned house, left the people who had shunned him and walked into the dark forest that so many avoided. It was here the babe grew up, past toddlerhood and into childhood where he experimented with the darkness that had enveloped him since birth. He moved on from killing the plants and small wildlife to bigger prizes such as larger animals but the biggest of kills came when he had reached his teen years. Then the babe challenged himself, then the babe walked to the edge of the forest, where the darkness met the light and where those that seeked adventure stood. Here the babe made his biggest kill, an adult male…a worthy opponent.
The babe felt drunk off the death he'd caused, and the darkness surged around him in a stormy wind. His soul thundered with power and he opened his hands to the sky and laughed. Every action the babe made gave him more power and more darkness until he couldn't see the light even when he was standing in it.
The anger the babe had felt since birth had grown into a strong standing tree but was still as wild as the nature all around it. Anger fuelled every desire he had for he had to build himself a life without the need for contact with another person. He couldn't trust anyone, couldn't trust that they would hurt him or leave him.
The anger was more rewarding, it caressed him in his sleep, it held him close and helped him achieve all he wanted. That first death was not the last, any that were foolish enough to walk into the dark forest met a sticky end and the babe had no apology for its actions. Body streaked with blood, the babe used the clothes of those he had taken, to clothe him through the colder nights. The babe was older and wiser now and thought of bigger things.
No longer was he content to stay within the dark forest that had housed him for so many years. The darkness that lived within him wanted more from him, it wanted a commitment. The darkness had always been at one with the babe but now the darkness had stepped out of the shadows of its master and taken over the reins. The babe fought against this control until he realised what could become of him if he accepted. The darkness was a part of him, but it was also a separate entity. Learning to live with the two parts of himself was a learning curve but a challenge he rose to.
The babe soon realised that he was more important than most that inhabited the land he was in. The babe knew he was made for greater things and that his darkness would one day have a purpose. That purpose was now, his time was now. The babe had watched the world around him for years in the shadows of his forest and come to the realisation that those around him were stupid and without purpose. What they needed was a stronger hand to control them and one unafraid of the big decisions – unlike the crown. The babe had the upper hand, the had the fear and the anger needed to control others and the darkness in his heart proclaimed that he could overcome any problem that could arise.
The babe took his first step from the forest on the day he reached adulthood. He stepped into the light and watched it decay around him. The babe smiled cruelly at the world around him and breathed deeply as he looked upon the place that had abandoned him. With one clench of his fist the babe would bring them all to their knees and darkness would reign supreme.
The babe discovered that he had aimed too small. Keeping those around him in a constant state of fear was too easy. He had amassed an army of darkness during the time he'd hidden from the world and the war he raged would be over too quickly if he limited himself to this plain.
The darkness coiled around him like a protective cape as he dreamt up far-reaching ideas and battle plans. The anger was raging now he was standing in the light and the darkness pushed him to use it. The babe's plan of control became more complicated and darker than he originally thought.
He took out his brother later that year. Revenge was sweeter than he had thought. The darkness howled within him. He sneered down at the imprisoned body of his broken brother and laughed at his expense. The babe only wished he'd snuffed the light out of his brother before he was taken for questioning but no matter, the babe knew he would get him one way or another. The babe never lost.
The babe had seen an excellent opportunity in his brother's eye. A way to expand his dark control and reign supreme over all. His control was slipping slightly as the darkness grew more powerful within him, but it was a sacrifice worth making eventually.
It had started as a game, to see how far he could push his control. To see how many, he could ensnare into his fold and how many would join him in the hopes of getting a bigger reward. Darkness welcomed dark hearts and the babe was an expert in controlling them. The babe couldn't get the heir of the crown like he wanted to, so, he changed targets. His plan was working until his spy turned rogue. It was intriguing for him to see a man dramatically change in the eyes of a female. What started out as a simple game of cat and mouse evolved into so much more once he'd changed his target. The babe had never put much stock into emotions, the anger wasn't a separate entity, but part of his core and he hadn't felt any other emotions to know what they were.
The babe was confused by this female, he had to kill his spy and had caught a glimpse of the slip of a girl. Nothing special but that was what made her so important. The babe, whose soul desire was to control everything around it, was changed by this slip of a girl and how a human could hold so much power. The darkness inside him screamed to get her. Powerful as he was, the darkness wanted more, and this girl held the key to his power increasing.
It was a slippery slope for the babe and his darkness, the girl was difficult and broken. He wanted to end her life one minute while in the next he had designs to make her his Queen. Every moment he had her in his grasp, she managed to slip out and he raised a storm that levelled a small village. His only comfort was the impact he was having on her life, every action he dealt to her, had her reacting in a way that affected others.
The babe came to realise that this girl was his kryptonite. He could no longer stand to be close to her and while the darkness consumed him, he knew not what was up or down. The babe sent others to do his dirty work, but others had agendas of their own and the darkness wasn't always kind enough to let them live. Laurent had been a failed he should have seen coming, outsourcing was causing him a lot of problems. He needed to rule with fear and hatred and letting others fight his battles was proving to have a lasting negative impact.
The babe had been ready to kill Laurent, but the girl beat him too it. His surprise at her glow had been smacked upon his face while the darkness that took up his body and controlled his mind hissed with rage at what she had done. Her glow of light had been all consuming and had taken the wind out of his sails. Never had he seen such light and never had his darkness recoiled against it. Now more than ever he panicked about this slip of a girl and how he wished he'd never met her.
The babe learnt that things were best accomplished by himself. He delegated other missions to the commanders of his army and went about carrying out main missions by himself. The babe spent much time staring into the abyss and contemplating life. The abyss showed him many scenarios of what could happen in the future and the babe used this knowledge to spark fear and worry into his enemies.
The babe now had a better control on the darkness and a better understanding of what he could do with it. His plans had finally seen fruition and he was one step closer to being in control of many supernatural creatures. Even now, they knew not what he was capable of, or how far his influence stretched…
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The images passed me by so quickly that I couldn't grasp what they were. Round and round they passed me, making me quite sick until they disappeared altogether and were replaced with snapshots.
My life after school, getting into the university of my choice.
My relationship with Edward, taking the next step and marrying him.
Living forever with my loved ones around me.
Quick as lightening the snapshots were taken away from me and replaced with the sinister voice I thought I'd escaped.
'The babe will take everything from you. Everything you love is going to die and then I'm going to end you. I am the babe of anger and darkness; my revenge will be quick and very painful. I will rule over all with an iron fist and my darkness will reign supreme over all creatures. You will be left alone, and without help and I will watch you succumb to the darkness as I laugh in your face. The babe is who I was, am, and will be. However, you now call me Eldre and I can kill you even in your sleep…'