The Dusk Descending
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Stephenie Meyer's characters, plots, books, or anything! Don't sue me!
A/N: Yes, someone else is at it... Another replacement for Breaking Dawn. I'm not positive, but I bet there's quite a few of these either in the process of being written or already posted. I myself was disappointed with the final chapter of the series and felt the need to give myself some closure. This isn't about bashing me for not liking Breaking Dawn, so if you're a fan of it please don't review this saying how dumb I am for not liking it. I am entitled to my own opinion.
In this fanfiction, I plan to write a new take on the book. There will be some similar situations but this is what I thought the book should've been written about. I think no matter what side of the fence you're on, you'll like this story. I am open to any and all suggestions from everyone. If you wanted a scene in the book and it wasn't there, please tell me and if it's in the direction I'm headed then I will definitely include it. Okay, enough of the technical stuff and on to the fic!
Preface
In the inky black cover of night, the tension was heavy in the air. We were here again. I was here again.
It's not that I had grown used to the idea of dying, of death looming over me... But, somehow, I was unafraid. I had everything to fight for and so much to lose. Both my lives were at stake; new and old.
No matter what I seemed to do, trouble always seemed to find me. Death always seemed to keep knocking on my door even after I embraced it. Was this time any different?
Yes, this time was different. This time I wasn't being protected. I wasn't the weakest player on the field.
This time I would get to fight... to sacrifice my life for the ones I loved and the ones I left behind. I would protect what is mine and what was mine.
Their figures were looming in the distance, their dark cloaks only barely perceptible in the pure black mist. There were many of them, but there were many of us too. Would those standing with me die? Surely. Would I die? If that's what it took to save just one of the people I loved, then yes.
I could feel the anger underneath my skin... It's white hot rage in my veins, fueling my body. I let my instincts take over.
A deep growl escaped my lips as I crouched in to a battle stance.
Yes it's short but I'm working on Chapter One right now. Please review so I know if I suck or not.