Alternate Universe Kicks In
Title: Alternate Universe Kicks In
Author: amadris
Fandoms: Twilight series
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1184
Inspiration: The infamous meadow scene. See author’s note for further explanation.
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Bella and Edward’s soulful exchange on the Meadow Of Sparkle is interrupted by a very un-welcome visitor. Unfortunately for Edward, this guy happens to be a monster-slayer.
Author’s Note: This spitefic is basically a “death from above”, this time delivered by my very own character named Bearclaw. He is not a human, but of this race called emers (copyright: me) and thus is able to see and sense more than humans. He has also quite a bit demon blood in him (the reason for his occasional thirst for blood) and he belongs to this small clan of assassins and bodyguards. His blades have kind of magic to them (most of the weapons made by his people are like that, so it’s nothing unique), and I won’t go to that because it would be very tiresome here, but lets just say that’s why he can use his blades on meyerpires.
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Bearclaw blinked.
Lord Edalio was nowhere to be seen - nor was lady Eleran. Where was he? How had he gotten here? The last thing he could remember was arguing yet again with lady Eleran about some trivial matter and then going to sleep.
He was feeling somewhat dizzy in the head, and for a while he just lied down. He closed his eyes and let his keen senses feel out his surroundings: leaves on the moist forest floor, ferns moving with slight breeze through the woods, animals chirping and running and their hearts pumping with the delicious blood that would make him feel all better...
Bearclaw gritted his teeth together and forced back that involuntary thought. He was somewhat thirsty, though, but not forcingly so. He sniffed the air - it was definitely the smell of the forest, but he could sense something other, too. Something thick and suffocating, kind of resembling smoke. It made him want to puke, and it also convinced Bearclaw of the fact that he had been somehow moved to some far away place. Where he came from, there was no such layer to the air. Seeing the strange flora around him certainly spoke in volumes of an alien territory.
And then his nose caught something other entirely. A human, that he was sure of (his demonic side was immediately excited, whispering about the sweet possibilities), and something sickly sweet. It made him snarl with utter disgust. He jumped up now, seeking for the source of this nauseating stink. It was not natural, he could tell (he knew all about certain dark creatures that disguised themselves with beauty to ensnare unsuspecting victims - that was probably the case now, too), and his warrior’s education kicked right in. For this moment, doing what he did best seemed the smartest thing to do - he’d figure how to get back to his companions later. Obviously there was something for him to do here.
Something that involved his double blades slicing into the stinking beast.
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So quickly that I missed his movement, he was half sitting, propped up on his right arm, his left palm still in my hands. His angel's face was only a few inches from mine. I might have - should have - flinched away from his unexpected closeness, but I was unable to move. His golden eyes mesmerized me. - Twilight, chapter 13
I was yanked away from my marvelous heaven by Edward’s sudden movement. He had turned his face away, to look at something in the woods. His golden eyes were searching frantically, and I could have sworn there was fear on his angelic face. I couldn’t possibly imagine anything that would make him scared.
“Edward?” I asked cautiously.
“Shut up!” he scowled so quickly and violently that I almost jumped. What on earth was wrong with him? Why was he talking to me in such manner?
Then I realized, as the tall dark-haired man came out of the forest.
He was very tall - even Emmett would have been second to him - and somewhat robust. He was dressed all in black clothes that seemed very out of the place. He had a long cape, tunic, form-fitting pants and worn leather boots. There were two long, real looking blades on his hips. Was he some larper? Then I look at his face and let out a gasp: on the stranger’s pale, hard face there were three ugly scars that covered almost the left half of it. They held my astounded eyes so that I almost missed the man’s piercing, crimson eyes that were fixed on Edward.
Edward stared right back at the man. My divine beloved’s face was confused now and he was sniffing audibly, but whatever he smelled, it made his nose wrinkle. I heard a low rumble go up from his chest - the stranger answered by baring his white teeth and snarling at us like some mindless animal. He did not look scared like Edward had.
My beloved, my angel descended from above, was on his feet in a second, and then ran at the stranger in a blur; but suddenly his graceful rush was interrupted.
In the seconds that it had taken Edward to stand up and reach the strange scar-faced man, he had drawn his double blades and positioned in such manner that my fallen angel’s head was decapitated by his own speed.
I screamed.
“Edward!” I wailed and stumbled on my feet, but it was too late. The stranger had crouched by the remains of my beloved Edward, sniffing the air in a manner that reminded me of the way my lost love had just had. Then, as I was still stumbling towards them, the tall creep ignited Edward’s body in red fire.
I shrieked again. If only there had been other vampire here, to reassemble Edward’s body and punish this monster of a man! But when I finally got to my gold-eyed vampire, he was already ablaze and gone.
I ran at the strange man, part of me wishing that he might lift up his blades again, so that I could join Edward, but he did not. I lifted my fists and hit his chest. It did not seem to affect him very much, and he slapped me across my face, which made me fall back on my butt. I started to cry now, but my endless despair was interrupted by the murderer. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and lifted me up roughly.
“You. Stop wailing like a baby. I have just saved your life and you should be thankful for it. This thing was a monster and deserved death. If lady Eleran was here, she would be ashamed of you; when a man strikes you, you have to stand up for yourself and not act like a whiny little brat. She would probably want to say a thing or two about you courting monsters”, he said with low, irritable voice. I suddenly forgot all about Edward and how I was supposed to lament after him. I could only stare at the stranger’s scarred face. It was apparent that he was very disgusted with me.
“What is it with you women, flinging yourselves at monsters and creatures that are beyond healing? What is wrong with normal men who will care for you and keep you in a way these bloodthirsty bastards never will?” the man grumbled and shook his head. I could not answer - I was just too taken aback by his harsh words. Then he grabbed me again and lifted me on his shoulder. It was rock hard and not very comfortable place to be.
“I have orders to take you back and make sure you don’t do anything idiotic. In fact I wouldn’t mind if you did - people like you are just hopeless. Now stop whimpering and tell me where your clan lives so that I can take you there.”
And with that, the stranger started walking with me on his unfaltering shoulder back to the forest and a life without Edward.
I wondered if that Jacob kid was available this night.
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A/N: I am aware of the complexity of Bearclaw being both part demon and a monster-hunter. This is something I intend to explore in the story when I get to that point. So if you think he is kind of hypocritical and asshole, don’t worry: it is intentional.
Also, if you wonder about his "orders" - it is something he receives while he is tracking the great couple. Obviously there are greater forces at work here.
Author: amadris
Fandoms: Twilight series
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1184
Inspiration: The infamous meadow scene. See author’s note for further explanation.
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Bella and Edward’s soulful exchange on the Meadow Of Sparkle is interrupted by a very un-welcome visitor. Unfortunately for Edward, this guy happens to be a monster-slayer.
Author’s Note: This spitefic is basically a “death from above”, this time delivered by my very own character named Bearclaw. He is not a human, but of this race called emers (copyright: me) and thus is able to see and sense more than humans. He has also quite a bit demon blood in him (the reason for his occasional thirst for blood) and he belongs to this small clan of assassins and bodyguards. His blades have kind of magic to them (most of the weapons made by his people are like that, so it’s nothing unique), and I won’t go to that because it would be very tiresome here, but lets just say that’s why he can use his blades on meyerpires.
◊♦◊♦◊♦◊
Bearclaw blinked.
Lord Edalio was nowhere to be seen - nor was lady Eleran. Where was he? How had he gotten here? The last thing he could remember was arguing yet again with lady Eleran about some trivial matter and then going to sleep.
He was feeling somewhat dizzy in the head, and for a while he just lied down. He closed his eyes and let his keen senses feel out his surroundings: leaves on the moist forest floor, ferns moving with slight breeze through the woods, animals chirping and running and their hearts pumping with the delicious blood that would make him feel all better...
Bearclaw gritted his teeth together and forced back that involuntary thought. He was somewhat thirsty, though, but not forcingly so. He sniffed the air - it was definitely the smell of the forest, but he could sense something other, too. Something thick and suffocating, kind of resembling smoke. It made him want to puke, and it also convinced Bearclaw of the fact that he had been somehow moved to some far away place. Where he came from, there was no such layer to the air. Seeing the strange flora around him certainly spoke in volumes of an alien territory.
And then his nose caught something other entirely. A human, that he was sure of (his demonic side was immediately excited, whispering about the sweet possibilities), and something sickly sweet. It made him snarl with utter disgust. He jumped up now, seeking for the source of this nauseating stink. It was not natural, he could tell (he knew all about certain dark creatures that disguised themselves with beauty to ensnare unsuspecting victims - that was probably the case now, too), and his warrior’s education kicked right in. For this moment, doing what he did best seemed the smartest thing to do - he’d figure how to get back to his companions later. Obviously there was something for him to do here.
Something that involved his double blades slicing into the stinking beast.
◊♦◊♦◊♦◊
So quickly that I missed his movement, he was half sitting, propped up on his right arm, his left palm still in my hands. His angel's face was only a few inches from mine. I might have - should have - flinched away from his unexpected closeness, but I was unable to move. His golden eyes mesmerized me. - Twilight, chapter 13
I was yanked away from my marvelous heaven by Edward’s sudden movement. He had turned his face away, to look at something in the woods. His golden eyes were searching frantically, and I could have sworn there was fear on his angelic face. I couldn’t possibly imagine anything that would make him scared.
“Edward?” I asked cautiously.
“Shut up!” he scowled so quickly and violently that I almost jumped. What on earth was wrong with him? Why was he talking to me in such manner?
Then I realized, as the tall dark-haired man came out of the forest.
He was very tall - even Emmett would have been second to him - and somewhat robust. He was dressed all in black clothes that seemed very out of the place. He had a long cape, tunic, form-fitting pants and worn leather boots. There were two long, real looking blades on his hips. Was he some larper? Then I look at his face and let out a gasp: on the stranger’s pale, hard face there were three ugly scars that covered almost the left half of it. They held my astounded eyes so that I almost missed the man’s piercing, crimson eyes that were fixed on Edward.
Edward stared right back at the man. My divine beloved’s face was confused now and he was sniffing audibly, but whatever he smelled, it made his nose wrinkle. I heard a low rumble go up from his chest - the stranger answered by baring his white teeth and snarling at us like some mindless animal. He did not look scared like Edward had.
My beloved, my angel descended from above, was on his feet in a second, and then ran at the stranger in a blur; but suddenly his graceful rush was interrupted.
In the seconds that it had taken Edward to stand up and reach the strange scar-faced man, he had drawn his double blades and positioned in such manner that my fallen angel’s head was decapitated by his own speed.
I screamed.
“Edward!” I wailed and stumbled on my feet, but it was too late. The stranger had crouched by the remains of my beloved Edward, sniffing the air in a manner that reminded me of the way my lost love had just had. Then, as I was still stumbling towards them, the tall creep ignited Edward’s body in red fire.
I shrieked again. If only there had been other vampire here, to reassemble Edward’s body and punish this monster of a man! But when I finally got to my gold-eyed vampire, he was already ablaze and gone.
I ran at the strange man, part of me wishing that he might lift up his blades again, so that I could join Edward, but he did not. I lifted my fists and hit his chest. It did not seem to affect him very much, and he slapped me across my face, which made me fall back on my butt. I started to cry now, but my endless despair was interrupted by the murderer. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and lifted me up roughly.
“You. Stop wailing like a baby. I have just saved your life and you should be thankful for it. This thing was a monster and deserved death. If lady Eleran was here, she would be ashamed of you; when a man strikes you, you have to stand up for yourself and not act like a whiny little brat. She would probably want to say a thing or two about you courting monsters”, he said with low, irritable voice. I suddenly forgot all about Edward and how I was supposed to lament after him. I could only stare at the stranger’s scarred face. It was apparent that he was very disgusted with me.
“What is it with you women, flinging yourselves at monsters and creatures that are beyond healing? What is wrong with normal men who will care for you and keep you in a way these bloodthirsty bastards never will?” the man grumbled and shook his head. I could not answer - I was just too taken aback by his harsh words. Then he grabbed me again and lifted me on his shoulder. It was rock hard and not very comfortable place to be.
“I have orders to take you back and make sure you don’t do anything idiotic. In fact I wouldn’t mind if you did - people like you are just hopeless. Now stop whimpering and tell me where your clan lives so that I can take you there.”
And with that, the stranger started walking with me on his unfaltering shoulder back to the forest and a life without Edward.
I wondered if that Jacob kid was available this night.
◊♦◊♦◊♦◊
A/N: I am aware of the complexity of Bearclaw being both part demon and a monster-hunter. This is something I intend to explore in the story when I get to that point. So if you think he is kind of hypocritical and asshole, don’t worry: it is intentional.
Also, if you wonder about his "orders" - it is something he receives while he is tracking the great couple. Obviously there are greater forces at work here.