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Title: Sleeping With Ghosts
Author: Miserere_x
Rating: PG 15
Genre: Angst, fluff, drama, romance, tragedy. :D
Character Pairings: Edward/Bella (Minor Jacob/Bella)
Summary:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Disclaimer: Twilight and all associated characters and concepts are the property of Stephenie Meyer. Fangirl fantasies are mine. :)
Hey There Delilah - Plain White T’s.
Hunting has lost the fever it once had.
Freedom was no longer a wanted commodity.
Blood was only the second most addictive substance in his life.
The greatest thrill Edward Cullen found now was the sight of a slight, brunette human sitting on a fence, dark hair curling in all directions in the wind, her pink mouth unable to a contain a smile, for him, a monster.
She waves and he comes back home. Always.
*
Sometimes A Fantasy - Billy Joel
He loves her very much, but even with his own rose colored glasses he knows she cannot dance. There was a reason she had protested so heavily when he had kidnapped her and taken her to the prom.
She’s unaware (as usual) that he watches her, her body spinning wildly to a song that makes his head hurt. She shouts as opposed to sings along with the words, her face red with a beautiful flush.
She spins out of control and into his arms and she makes small noise of surprise when she sees him. Her body is warm against his cold one.
He likes her dancing.
*
Wires - Athlete
Her fury upon waking is a fury to behold. No body bothers to say ‘we told you so’ because the Cullen’s know better then anyone that you can’t understand immortality until your body has hardened and turned numb. The mirror cracks as she touches her reflection desperately, horror crumpling inhumanly beautiful features.
“This isn’t me.” She cries. “Edward this isn’t me.”
He holds her close and tight, red eyes look up at him.
Fear.
Anger.
Hope.
Love.
Bella.
“You’re still you.” Edward tells her, tracing her jaw with his thumb. “I see it and I love you.”
*
When I Get Home You’re So Dead - Mayday Parade
He has become accustomed to breaking things. His touch has the power to destroy almost any physical being with few exceptions, his voice is designed to lure destruction, his sent the caller of catastrophe.
He is more dangerous then she will ever believe beyond and before this moment, when she beings to rationalize.
“You don’t love me?”
He never ever wanted to break her but in the end he does, and there’s just no coming back from that.
*
Silver - Josh Pyke
Her blood stains the grass of their special place an impossible red. To his own surprise he feels no temptation when he lies beside her, taking her hand in his and burying his face in her hair. He listens absently for a heartbeat he knows isn’t there, and lets the raising sun warm both bodies.
Somewhere in the back of his head he hears Alice finding them, her voice breaking between confusion and grief. She’s loud but he barely hears her.
“Bella… Bella! No! No! NO!”
Soon the others will come, Alice’s cries and the sweet smell of fresh blood calling them. They won’t find him. He runs, searching for sunny skies in the east.
*
Should I Stay Or Should I Go Now - The Clash
The worst thing for him is not seeing her pause, even with the knowledge that she does love him after all. Even that kind of love, the soul mate kind doesn’t make her pause, even for a moment.
The invitation ends up in the bin but he does turn up to give her away. Her (impermeably) brown eyes find him in the crowd and she smiles and nods. He gets it he does; he doesn’t need to read minds to know what she’s saying.
“Goodbye Jacob.” He hears in his head, fabricating her voice.
She’s already turned back to him and he understands. He can’t fight an eclipse.
*
Flaunt It - TV Rock
He’s becoming quite intoxicated with her newfound confidence. It elates him to know that she finally feels her worth, even if it took a supernatural face life and the stopping of her heart to show her. Her new curves swing easily, unintimidated by the beauty of her companions. She returns smiles.
She finds him at the back of the bar, her cold lips finding his effortlessly. Her golden eyes never look away and he knows that’s the best part. Vampire, human, dead, alive, beautiful or ugly; Bella belongs to him.
*
All Is Full Of Love - Death Cab For Cutie
It worries Esme and Carlisle more then they like to admit to him but Edward in contrast is hardly bothered by his self-imposed isolation. He has never found the need for love, for lust, for possession. He asks Esme’s thoughts, more out of curiosity then care, when he rejects Tanya’s advances.
“Do what you think is best Edward.” His mother tells him seriously. “If you find it you’ll know.”
On a cloudy day in Washington he meets Bella Swan in a biology class, and Edward knows. He’s never alone again.
*
Everlong - Foo Fighters
She has never known true need until this moment. Isabella Cullen watches as Edward Swan walks out of her biology class, half with relief, half with regret. Green eyes look back and her frowns in confusion when he meets her ocher ones.
“Some things.” She thinks. “Cannot be denied.”
He hardly seems surprised when she pulls him into the empty classroom. He doesn’t scream when her teeth pierce his flesh. She drinks, deeply and satisfyingly, she drinks.
“Stop.” He whispers, his voice barely audible. She’s surprised he’s conscious at all. “Stop now.”
She does, and Isabella begins to discover what true need really is.
*
Better Days - Goo Goo Dolls
At the end of the world they meet again. She is silhouetted by the sunlight, impossibly and intensely beautiful.
“Alice?” She whispers and he shakes his head.
“I’m sorry Bella. It’s bad.”
Bacteria eats at cold dead flesh around them and marble creatures scream out their deaths.
“I never-“
“I know. Me either.”
She looks down at him with his plastic and unnecessary gloves.
“No…”She mutters.
He feels his in his unbeating heart, eating at something that doesn’t exist. Alice’s final gift, contagious by touch.
“Sorry.”
They hold hands and watch the sun turn over and die.
Title: Sleeping With Ghosts
Author: Miserere_x
Rating: PG 15
Genre: Angst, fluff, drama, romance, tragedy. :D
Character Pairings: Edward/Bella (Minor Jacob/Bella)
Summary:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Disclaimer: Twilight and all associated characters and concepts are the property of Stephenie Meyer. Fangirl fantasies are mine. :)
Hey There Delilah - Plain White T’s.
Hunting has lost the fever it once had.
Freedom was no longer a wanted commodity.
Blood was only the second most addictive substance in his life.
The greatest thrill Edward Cullen found now was the sight of a slight, brunette human sitting on a fence, dark hair curling in all directions in the wind, her pink mouth unable to a contain a smile, for him, a monster.
She waves and he comes back home. Always.
*
Sometimes A Fantasy - Billy Joel
He loves her very much, but even with his own rose colored glasses he knows she cannot dance. There was a reason she had protested so heavily when he had kidnapped her and taken her to the prom.
She’s unaware (as usual) that he watches her, her body spinning wildly to a song that makes his head hurt. She shouts as opposed to sings along with the words, her face red with a beautiful flush.
She spins out of control and into his arms and she makes small noise of surprise when she sees him. Her body is warm against his cold one.
He likes her dancing.
*
Wires - Athlete
Her fury upon waking is a fury to behold. No body bothers to say ‘we told you so’ because the Cullen’s know better then anyone that you can’t understand immortality until your body has hardened and turned numb. The mirror cracks as she touches her reflection desperately, horror crumpling inhumanly beautiful features.
“This isn’t me.” She cries. “Edward this isn’t me.”
He holds her close and tight, red eyes look up at him.
Fear.
Anger.
Hope.
Love.
Bella.
“You’re still you.” Edward tells her, tracing her jaw with his thumb. “I see it and I love you.”
*
When I Get Home You’re So Dead - Mayday Parade
He has become accustomed to breaking things. His touch has the power to destroy almost any physical being with few exceptions, his voice is designed to lure destruction, his sent the caller of catastrophe.
He is more dangerous then she will ever believe beyond and before this moment, when she beings to rationalize.
“You don’t love me?”
He never ever wanted to break her but in the end he does, and there’s just no coming back from that.
*
Silver - Josh Pyke
Her blood stains the grass of their special place an impossible red. To his own surprise he feels no temptation when he lies beside her, taking her hand in his and burying his face in her hair. He listens absently for a heartbeat he knows isn’t there, and lets the raising sun warm both bodies.
Somewhere in the back of his head he hears Alice finding them, her voice breaking between confusion and grief. She’s loud but he barely hears her.
“Bella… Bella! No! No! NO!”
Soon the others will come, Alice’s cries and the sweet smell of fresh blood calling them. They won’t find him. He runs, searching for sunny skies in the east.
*
Should I Stay Or Should I Go Now - The Clash
The worst thing for him is not seeing her pause, even with the knowledge that she does love him after all. Even that kind of love, the soul mate kind doesn’t make her pause, even for a moment.
The invitation ends up in the bin but he does turn up to give her away. Her (impermeably) brown eyes find him in the crowd and she smiles and nods. He gets it he does; he doesn’t need to read minds to know what she’s saying.
“Goodbye Jacob.” He hears in his head, fabricating her voice.
She’s already turned back to him and he understands. He can’t fight an eclipse.
*
Flaunt It - TV Rock
He’s becoming quite intoxicated with her newfound confidence. It elates him to know that she finally feels her worth, even if it took a supernatural face life and the stopping of her heart to show her. Her new curves swing easily, unintimidated by the beauty of her companions. She returns smiles.
She finds him at the back of the bar, her cold lips finding his effortlessly. Her golden eyes never look away and he knows that’s the best part. Vampire, human, dead, alive, beautiful or ugly; Bella belongs to him.
*
All Is Full Of Love - Death Cab For Cutie
It worries Esme and Carlisle more then they like to admit to him but Edward in contrast is hardly bothered by his self-imposed isolation. He has never found the need for love, for lust, for possession. He asks Esme’s thoughts, more out of curiosity then care, when he rejects Tanya’s advances.
“Do what you think is best Edward.” His mother tells him seriously. “If you find it you’ll know.”
On a cloudy day in Washington he meets Bella Swan in a biology class, and Edward knows. He’s never alone again.
*
Everlong - Foo Fighters
She has never known true need until this moment. Isabella Cullen watches as Edward Swan walks out of her biology class, half with relief, half with regret. Green eyes look back and her frowns in confusion when he meets her ocher ones.
“Some things.” She thinks. “Cannot be denied.”
He hardly seems surprised when she pulls him into the empty classroom. He doesn’t scream when her teeth pierce his flesh. She drinks, deeply and satisfyingly, she drinks.
“Stop.” He whispers, his voice barely audible. She’s surprised he’s conscious at all. “Stop now.”
She does, and Isabella begins to discover what true need really is.
*
Better Days - Goo Goo Dolls
At the end of the world they meet again. She is silhouetted by the sunlight, impossibly and intensely beautiful.
“Alice?” She whispers and he shakes his head.
“I’m sorry Bella. It’s bad.”
Bacteria eats at cold dead flesh around them and marble creatures scream out their deaths.
“I never-“
“I know. Me either.”
She looks down at him with his plastic and unnecessary gloves.
“No…”She mutters.
He feels his in his unbeating heart, eating at something that doesn’t exist. Alice’s final gift, contagious by touch.
“Sorry.”
They hold hands and watch the sun turn over and die.