[twilight] Six Word Drabbles

[whomever]

Title: Six Little Words
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: G to PG-13
Summary: Six word drabbles written for the Twilight Six-Word Drabble-Fest at kaiwynn’s LiveJournal.

Characters: Bella Swan/Cullen, Jacob Black, James, Rosalie Hale, Tanya

bella

i.
Turns out, eternal life is boring.

What a kick in the pants.

jacob

i.
One last thing before he leaves.

He runs until he finds it.
The day was sunny, grass dry.
The Zippo flicks and flicks, impatient.
The flame curls along and catches.
And so it flares, burning violently.

Jacob always hated that fucking meadow.

james

i.
Death was his most elusive prey.

rosalie

i.
Her happily she has in Emmett.

Her ever she has in venom. In her diamond skin, steel bones.

She waits impatiently for her after.

tanya

i.
She plucks eyelashes, one by one.

Until there are no wishes left.

Pairings: Carlisle Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Charlie Swan/Renée Dwyer, Edward Cullen/Bella Swan/Cullen, Edward Cullen/Tanya, Jacob Black/Bella Cullen, James/Bella Swan, Jasper Hale/Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale/Bella Swan, Jasper Hale/Rosalie Hale, Nessie Cullen/Leah Clearwater’s Son, Rosalie Hale/Bella Cullen, Sam Uley/Leah Clearwater

carlisle/rosalie

i.
Revenge: a sticky, sappy, staining nectar. It’s sweeter than syrup, than blood. She tastes it in his mouth. Honeyed venom over her tongue, lips. She presses him down, brands him. Nails carve curves into his flesh.

Penance: absolution in the softest suffering. He deserves this. He knows it. He hears it in her moans. Every unnecessary breath burns going in. Frosts coming out, hardening her skin. His faith strains beneath her body.

Self-destruction. Homicide. Choreographed, so like dancing. Dressed to match, they spin on.

charlie/renée

i.
She fell in love with Vegas.

He fell in love with her.

ii.
His heart still skips a beat.

iii.
She says "Dwyer." He hears "Swan."

edward/bella

i.
Their lips together are rising action.

Eternal life is but a denouement.

ii.
She stirs from nightmares and batwings. Screams peel paper from the walls.

Her bed is an empty grave. Much like his, beneath the headstone.

Here Lies Edward Cullen
1901-2006
May Heaven Welcome Him With Warmth

She’s beaded in horror and sweat. And she rests in pieces.

edward/tanya

i.
Wicked and wrathful, she calls him.

“Tame your wild tongue for once.”

ii.
His pale arms are her straitjacket. They bring a touch of sanity.

iii.
He murmurs love into her hair.

“I think you’re a little liar.” Her lips flush with another’s blood. “What do you say to that?”

His crooked smile stamps her cheek. “That your powers of perception amaze.”

Ivi.
“Total control does not exist, Edward. You’ll never find it. Stop looking.”

vi.
she measures time in shadows, dust.
both soften his face, his beauty.
ashes on his eyes and lips
under his fingernails, crusted with blood --
and now she understands. finally. finally.
one day she’ll be the hours:
ticking away, meaning nothing to him.

jacob/bella

i.
Her flesh is pearl now -- marble. Eyes of red streaked, glassy topaz.

Jacob howls, his throat worn raw.

The sun, he’d said. The air. She has no use for either.

james/bella

i.
“No one’s coming. Does it hurt?”

jasper/alice

i.
When alone, he doesn’t love her.

He can’t create his own lie.

Not without drawing on everyone else’s.

jasper/bella

i.
“Please,” she says, her hair upswept.

Her blood burns bitter, like rust.

Three days to say you’re sorry.

ii.
Her lips are apple red, forbidden.

iii.
Paper-cuts perfectly embody his every mistake.

iv.
Headstones encircle them like loved ones.

v.
Every frail breath whispers, “Steal me.”

vi.
He told her, “You’re worth it.”

He’d read it on Alice’s shampoo.

L’Oréal had never been more meaningful.

jasper/rosalie

i.
They rupture slowly, like sinking ships.

nessie/leah’s son

i.
“Son of a bitch!” she growled.

Amused, he chuckled. “You’re damn right.”

rosalie/bella

i.
She never had the college experience.

She never sucked on a cigarette.
She never curled up, sick drunk.
She never danced her legs stiff.

All those things she should’ve wanted.
She still doesn’t, even stone dead.

Then Rosalie walks into the room.
Suddenly Bella want to kiss a girl.

sam/leah

i.
Happy endings are for story books.