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Title: Midnight Thunder
Author:
doctor_who_rulz
Rating: PG
Category: Angsty Angst
Pairing: Jasper/Bella
Summary: Ah, a summary?? Well I wrote this last night when our little town had a massive thunder storm, it took me a while to deciefer my random writings. Its just an angsty peice about vampires, storms and suicide.
The murky orange splashed against a canvas of ever grey, stretching far and wide like an omen to hasty travellers. Eastward comes a tare in the fabric of the sky, a fracture in its tightly woven existence, a merciless misguiding blue. Light cuts through the air, like a ceremonial dagger to its victim, splitting and stretching the atoms that it encounters. An un-forbidden beauty captured in the eyes of a demon, reflecting the show of a midnight charade, bloodshot orbs enveloping the power around him. The beat of her stuttering heart, faded against the boom of the heavens drums, the electric current scorching through the icy rain and the humid caresses of the wind on his marble skin. He can feel them coming, racing to the crash of the waves lapping the cliff edges but they are always too slow and it’s always too dangerous. Another flash, ripping down the shade of incessant grey, cascading light across his face with the dance of shadows accompanying its stride, revealing the silent predator with all its harsh angles and unnatural handsome features. No breath heaves its way through his form, a statue silhouetted against another devastation and to remain there for the years of his eternal lifespan. His clothes plastered to his skin, drenched with the rain of many hours of running blindly across forbidden territories and border lines, his build one of an athlete, a vampire. There’s the thunder taunting his shallow existence, telling him things he would rather not know, bringing up memories he would rather hide and pulling him to the edge, pushing the reality of his existence to the rocks beneath his feet and the spray spitting on his face, the salt water bitter, as bitter as remorse. Still he’s numb, the timer ticking like a bomb in his head, waiting, waiting, forever waiting.
For her she’s running, fleeing the ache in her chest and running to the one she should be frightened of, running for the cold warmth of his love. Still the predators are on her heels, she can hear the howl of the wolves on the winds and can feel the family she loves chasing their grasping souls away, the sinner and the betrayer. Her jeans are caked with mud, from tripping on the forest floor; her bitter mind reminds her they were brought as a present from Alice. Oh, why Alice? Her hairs whipping at her colour drained face, the rains masking her tears and her bottom lip is cut, dried with blood from a recent struggle. She’s merely the lost deer in the forest, torn by one hunters claws and bolting straight into another’s. She can see him now, eyes ravaged by the guilt he possesses, blonde hair sodden by the ravenous storm and body tense as his form registers her blip of existence, an unwanted presence though one he was selfishly expecting.
Usually he would have gone to her, calmed her fragile, human form but whatever compassion he used to hold no longer holds a place in his stone heart. She’s a flower withering in the harshness of life, barley surviving the trials and tribulations yet having to deal with the burden of insects feeding of her blossom and the wind battering her leaves. Still she stands, so imperfect it hurts his heart to know how much he loves the beat of her racing heart, the feel of her warm skin, the blushes she’s blessed with, the laugh she permits everyone to hear and the vibrance of her emotions against the dull background of feelings that go unnoticed by his radar, lacking the passion and mystery she holds.
“Don’t do it” It hurts him to hear her speak the words with her feeble tone, avid need for the vampire she’s known so briefly but so well to respond.
“And are you going to stop me?” He asks, hearing his own bitter voice and wishes it wasn’t so shallow, so lacking, so different and heartless than anyone in his family would know him for.
“I said I’d help you!” She’s screaming, tumbling forwards toward him as he takes another step back, balancing carelessly on the edge.
“Yes but we both know you didn’t mean it, did you? Liar.” His voice is harsh against the thunderous crashes that surround them, engulfing them in darkness.
“It wasn’t meant to happ-”
“Then tell me why you’re here! Tell me Bella!” He screams, an ear piercing sound which makes the wind batter their forms and the lighting to fire from the starless sky and meet with the sea, sending the churning water to swirl and splash aimlessly yet angrily at the cliff face. “Tell me and mean it!”
He can only watch her silence, as the clock ticks and the race closes to an end. She’s stood there though, holding her heaving chest, stuttering and crying, chocking and lying and he’s smiling with an insane insanity which is makes her scramble further forward. He’s frozen on the edge of time and space, the atoms being ripped apart by God’s devils and in the moment which shakes the sky, he’s whispering three broken words to her ear, one’s which she whispered merely days ago and that span the world in the opposite direction and clashed light with dark.
“It’s too late”
Thunder cries through the air as he’s flinging himself off the edge, diving with a suicidal grace, which only he could perform, toward the violet and blue churning water. As he meets the water the lighting dances across the sky, as he meets the blackness six hungry eyes appear from the mass of ever green, as he meets the coldness Bella Swan grips the stone beneath her fingers and the withering flower struggles, failing to keep a grip of life she holds. The wolves howl on the air as their carnivorous beings ghost on past her not sparing a second glance. Topaz eyes come onto the scene and the Cullen family watch as Bella Swan stands to face the cliff edge before their sensitive ears hear the words “Its never too late Jasper” before she’s flying on the wind to join her one and only true love in the depths of the ocean.