[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.
[A/N]
Happy Late Halloween!
Big thanks to those who decided to give this new story a try. I had a blast while I was writing it. The chapters are short, because that seems to work better for me. It's completely pre-written and I will try to update every other day.
This one is dedicated to Secrets87 for being the first reviewer.
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The new neighbor turned out to be a young widow. Her husband hadn't returned from the war overseas. Her heart was in a grave as Julianna called it. I had no idea what exactly that was supposed to mean. Since she had been able to afford buying the creek house, it was obvious that her late husband must have left her some money. Maybe she was even rich to the standard of our little town.
"I am going for a walk." I told my little sister who was playing tea party with her dolls. The thought of tea still left a stale aftertaste in my mouth. It wasn't the first time that I had envisioned myself drinking blood. Years ago, when I was a young girl I dared to lick the opened cut on my palm once. The iron taste of it made me sick to my stomach but while I was doing it, I could see flashes of myself with blood dripping down my chin in front of me. It scared me tremendously. I never tried to taste my own blood ever again from that day on.
"But you said it's going to rain." Cynthia said, not bothering to turn her head to the window. She was the only person who accepted me and my premonitions like they were something perfectly normal. More so, she demanded me to tell her about her future whenever we were alone. I only told her as little as possible. Knowing too much about your future is hard for people to handle.
"Yes, it's going to rain in a bit." I stated, closing my eyes to picture myself standing soaked in the pouring rain. I needed to put on my hat to save my hair from getting wet.
The sun had vanished behind thick grey clouds. The air was damp and heavy. I needed to get outside for a bit though. If I was quick enough, I would make it home again before the storm started.
"I will be back soon." I promised, bending down to kiss her black curls. She was a sweet child. One I could foresee to grow up into a beautiful woman. I could see her with a swollen midsection, expecting her firstborn. I could see her face beginning to wrinkle while her hair turned grey. My sister had a whole future in front of her that I would never have myself.
I put on my gloves and hat before stepping outside. My dress was light blue and looked lovely with my light complexion. I had made Julianna sew the hemline lower and shorten it a bit so it would suit the latest fashion better. It felt strange to be outside with my ankles and half of my calves being exposed. I straightened my back and held my head up high as I walked down the street. Cold wind touched my forearm. Only I knew that it wasn't the wind. It was the monster putting its deadly hand on me.
With my elbows pressed to my sides, I turned around and ran. Every few steps I stumbled because I couldn't stop looking behind me. I didn't see anyone. Nevertheless, I knew it was there. The monster was watching me from the shadows like it always did. I could picture it grinning at myself, at my ridiculous attempt to escape. Trying to run Mary Alice? You won't get far, it was probably thinking.
My leg muscles cramped and I leaned against a tree stump to steady myself. I felt so cold. Goosebumps spread over my forearms and on my neck. I tried to fight the trembling. I didn't want the monster to know I was scared. My fear would only entice the demon who was chasing me more. I could picture how it would kill me slowly. It would take its time with me. Play with me like a cat with a mouse before he would finally end my life. To know that death was coming, and I couldn't stop it, was dreadful. "Come and get me!"
I turned around. Another wave of wind touched me. This time it made my hat fall down to the ground. With quivering fingers I picked it up again. "Come and get me." I whispered. "Just come and get me. I know you want me. I am tired of your games."
Thunder roared. It was so loud that it made me jump and start running again, not even bothering where I was going. I waited for the lightning, and for the rain to start pouring down on my head. It didn't happen. The weather had turned crazy, just like me. My own father had called me a lunatic. Not to my face but I had heard him use that word when he telephoned the doctor about my "condition". Maybe I was crazy. It didn't seem to bother the monster in the slightest if my mind wasn't working like that of normal people. Or was it the reason why it had picked me as its victim?