Turning into a Vampire Blurb
Title: [Title Pending]
Rating: N/A
Genre: Angst
Characters: Edward/Bella, though indirectly
Summary: Following the strange sense of rebirth from the ashes of exhaustion, there had been the feeling of cold, gentle, yet strangely marble-like hands, and fluttering lips.
Author's Note: I don't know wtf this is. It seems like its the description of turning into a vampire. But it's rather cool, I think.
Death and Fire
There had been many speculations as to what death was like.
As to whether or not death was a painful or painless experience, whether or not one’s life truly flashed before his eyes before the lights popped out, whether there really was an army of virgins waiting patiently before the pearly gates of heaven for the soul of the deceased.
Or simply whether or not there really was a heaven (or a hell) for that matter.
In truth, there was nothing but fire. Death and fire.
There had been death and the feeling of it: it was a feeling of exhaustion, of hunger, of thirst; it was the feeling that every part of the body and soul had been completely drained of everything.
Following the strange sense of rebirth from the ashes of exhaustion, there had been the feeling of cold, gentle, yet strangely marble-like hands, and fluttering lips.
Then came the fire.
The fire was what had hurt the most.
From the tips of the fingers, to the tips of the toes, to the top of the head, it felt like there was fire; a churning inferno, writhing like a snake in the deepest pit of hell. It burned and burned, and it scorched and scorched until it felt like veins were going to burst and skin was going to rip into smoldering shreds.
It lasted for the longest time; for what felt like forever. Long hours of churning and writhing, of crying and screaming and cursing.
Rating: N/A
Genre: Angst
Characters: Edward/Bella, though indirectly
Summary: Following the strange sense of rebirth from the ashes of exhaustion, there had been the feeling of cold, gentle, yet strangely marble-like hands, and fluttering lips.
Author's Note: I don't know wtf this is. It seems like its the description of turning into a vampire. But it's rather cool, I think.
Death and Fire
There had been many speculations as to what death was like.
As to whether or not death was a painful or painless experience, whether or not one’s life truly flashed before his eyes before the lights popped out, whether there really was an army of virgins waiting patiently before the pearly gates of heaven for the soul of the deceased.
Or simply whether or not there really was a heaven (or a hell) for that matter.
In truth, there was nothing but fire. Death and fire.
There had been death and the feeling of it: it was a feeling of exhaustion, of hunger, of thirst; it was the feeling that every part of the body and soul had been completely drained of everything.
Following the strange sense of rebirth from the ashes of exhaustion, there had been the feeling of cold, gentle, yet strangely marble-like hands, and fluttering lips.
Then came the fire.
The fire was what had hurt the most.
From the tips of the fingers, to the tips of the toes, to the top of the head, it felt like there was fire; a churning inferno, writhing like a snake in the deepest pit of hell. It burned and burned, and it scorched and scorched until it felt like veins were going to burst and skin was going to rip into smoldering shreds.
It lasted for the longest time; for what felt like forever. Long hours of churning and writhing, of crying and screaming and cursing.