Crescent Bind (A Twilight Fanfiction)A Story by Claire ThomasBella has been haunted by dreams starring a green-eyed stranger. When reality and fantasy intermingles with fate due to an accident, they grant her a reward of meeting this beautiful man.Prologue To say the tension was
palpable was an understatement. In the crowd of the room, I could taste the
bitterness of it in my tongue that made me want to vomit. I could feel the
strain in my own hands which were stiff, yet shaking. Every breath sent blazing
flames, like those in the pits of hell, straight to my lungs. How
could I not know? How could I be foolish enough to look at love, not knowing it
was disguised as the eyes of danger? Endless ribbons of tears
flowed from my eyes. All those years of pretending I was strong and capable
were thrown to waste. No ounce of self-respect left, only disgust for myself
for being so easily taken away by my own emotions, captivated by my own
heartbeat. Was there any place in
this world anymore that offers salvation? Well, clearly, it was too late to
find that sanctuary for I was seconds to being banished from this world forever
not even having a single drop of it. A
part of me regretted being taken away so young for I have not truly basked in
the thrill of life. The dreams I had vanished in an instant. I wasn’t even
given the chance to say goodbye and to express my gratitude to people I owe it
to. I have taken for granted the time.
I have taken for granted the company of the ones I loved in exchange for an
angel, my brilliant masked angel. Those memories with him
were those I didn’t grieve. Not when I now know the pleasure of holding his
hand. Not when I now know the pleasure of having his lips against mine. Not
when I now know how it felt like to be his
and for him to be mine. Not when I
now know how to love with your whole heart and to live and die for the very
same reason. Death wasn’t a penalty. It
was a gift, a beautiful gift now about to be bestowed upon me. “Go on, Edward. We all
know you want to. Prove to us how truly dedicated you are to this mission, like
you said you are. After all, she’s nothing compared to the thousands of lives
you’ve taken before? She’s insignificant. She’s nothing to the thousands of
souls you’ve hunted.” Michael’s voice was
menacing, his underlying intention seethed in his words. He was challenging
him, pushing him to make a choice between my life and his. He circled me, before
pulling my hair and exposing my bloodied and tear-stricken face in front of my
lover. “Don’t worry, Isabella. This will be over before you know it.” His fiery
breath burned my ears. My eyes looked up at his
greens, which were filled with nothing but pain and love. I didn’t want to see
him like this again. I don’t need anyone to be at anyone’s mercy. I don’t want
him to feel sorry or pity me because I was the one who made the decisions. I
was the one who chose this life. “Just do it, Edward. Just
kill me. Just kill me, so we both won’t have to remember. Kill me so you would
forget the way you say you feel about me. Do it, Edward.” I cried, breathless.
“Do it so that it would be enough.” Do it
because I want you to have a life. Do it because I love you. © 2011 Claire ThomasAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorClaire ThomasLos Angeles, CAAboutMy name's Claire Thomas. I'm an 18year old International Relations student and an aspiring author. I've written several personal novels and I'm hoping I can get them published one day. One of my origi.. more.. |