BREAKING DAWN WRITE-A-THON
MEND THE FAILBOAT.
After reading Breaking Dawn, what do you wish had happened? What do you think should have happened? Hey, what could have happened, if not for various SMeyer-related reasons?
Here's your chance to rewrite the book how you want to, if only in a few little pieces.
( spoilers under cut )
After reading Breaking Dawn, what do you wish had happened? What do you think should have happened? Hey, what could have happened, if not for various SMeyer-related reasons?
Here's your chance to rewrite the book how you want to, if only in a few little pieces.
( spoilers under cut )
They never get a honeymoon.
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As she turns she bites down hard, leaving another row of teeth marks on her marred lips. Nails press hard into clenched fists. When she wakes up - when her once brown eyes blink black with hunger, she whispers she’s all right, but the truth pours from her mind into his. He hears her for the very first time.
I never wanted to get married.
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Arms pull her back, Emmett's and Jasper's faces strained, imaginary sweat drips down impossible muscles when she breaks free. The hiking girl never has a chance. She's the third on their long run north. Thin hands close around a tiny throat, ripping, biting, clawing, glowing red among topaz.
Seven white faces cast seven drawn looks - impassive, apathetic, knowing, smirking, understanding, pitying, sorrowful
*
Teeth rip through white fur and red fades to amber. Alone (almost) on frozen tundra sky stretching as far as it can go. Her skin glows purple in the lights of the aurora. Edward’s body pulls into hers. Kissing pulls deeper they fall into the snow, their fingers drawing circles in the pools of blood.
But it isn't making love (they haven't learned how).
*
Alice's fingers trace through her hair, sketching patterns with her nails on Bella’s dark scalp. Her eyes go blank with possible futures and her hands shake, twisting strands into knots. A soft whispered no flirts with Bella's ear while futures disappear.
“You can't go back,” Alice says, as pain stretches across Bella's tilting head. “You'll kill Edward. You'll kill us all.”
Alaskan wolves howl into the night and Bella shudders into her pillow. Cold arms can't comfort her anymore.
*
She rips pages out of old love stories and paints the walls black, pushing the yellowing paper into the pain. When she comes across Romeo and Juliet she kicks it under the bed and pretends she always knew it was a tragedy.
She finds herself in corners with Rosalie, whispering names of children that never will be. Black haired babies with tanned brown skin run circles in her mind.
*
She leaves because of something Tanya did, she later decides. The beginnings of a familiar lullaby played on a grand piano. Tanya’s fingers moved more gracefully than his and her voice left the air tinged with sadness.
It was when Bella realized she no longer cared for what Tanya and Edward may have done. It was when the flutter of keys and the light hands on the ivory didn’t wrench her heart from her chest. It was when Tanya sighed Edward’s name just audibly with eyes closed and lips perched in a perfect smile.
Bella closes the door in perfect silence and slips into the dark night. Her bare feet pound against the snow as the burning of wanting fills her veins for the first time since the ice fell.
*
The letter she leaves says she never had a choice, forgetting that she's used that phrase before. When the snow melts to rain and the sky shrinks under evergreen trees she scans the ground for footprints while her body halts with every crash or roar or crack of thunder above.
They find her first, their black eyes huge with apprehension. Jacob barks, his short russet fur standing on edge, but she doesn't understand (not like before),
*
Jacob paces back and forth, shirt buttoned high, running hands through his cropped hair, biting his lips, eyes cast down. Toes wriggling and cheeks flush, he glances around for socks or shoes, hiding in fabric, shielding himself, holding his arms to his sides the way she used to. She pulls at hers too and she aches.
Two pairs of hands pull her heart out of her chest - the ones before her now and the ones she left behind. He shakes his head at her, sniffs the air and frowns.
“You should go,” he whispers. “You need to go.”
But she doesn’t and he doesn’t. His arms fall down and he holds his nose and smiles like home.
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this is breaking dawn. THIS IS WHAT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED. i swear if smeyer was writing fanfic, why didn't she read good fanfic like this first?
It was when Bella realized she no longer cared for what Tanya and Edward may have done. It was when the flutter of keys and the light hands on the ivory didn’t wrench her heart from her chest. It was when Tanya sighed Edward’s name just audibly with eyes closed and lips perched in a perfect smile.
holy crap. this is beautiful.
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beautiful ♥
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I'm also comfortable with certain characters. Tanya. Edward. Bella (sometimes). Rosalie. Mostly Tanya. Sometimes Jasper. But I mean I like pushing the boundaries of my comfort zone with writing sometimes? Hence actually writing plot. As opposed to brief moments of pretty. That I don't have to explain as much of.
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