[twilight] Statues: Volume VI
Title: Breach
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Sam Uley/Emmett Cullen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One bad turn deserves another. [for the twilight uncanon drabble-a-thon at kaiwynn's lj!]
“She broke the treaty.” Sam’s voice is insufferably smooth, without emotion.
“We were going to leave,” hisses Emmett. His entire body shakes, rocked by fury and grief. “You knew that.”
He scoffs, breath bitterly hot. “You think that’s enough, bloodsucker? She murdered Quil. You expect us to wave you off? Huh? Throw you a fucking going away party?”
A snarl builds in Emmett’s chest, splitting the air and the earth as he lunges like lightning for Sam’s throat. In a moment the man is gone, the wolf outlined like a blot of black ink against the moonlight. Sam’s teeth rip into Emmett’s left shoulder; he twists, clawing at Sam’s eyes, coating his steel fur in crimson. The rest of the pack must hear his thoughts, but stay away. The other Cullens, Edward especially, allow him his space. So they fight, flesh shredding fur.
Until Emmett is trembling too hard, and is thrown onto his back, pinned by monstrous paws. Sam shifts; his blood-stained hands are neither forceful nor angry. He merely holds Emmett down while he cries tears he doesn’t have.
“It had to be this way,” Sam tells him.
And somewhere in his silent, empty chest, Emmett knows it’s true.
Title: Missing Pieces
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Tanya/Rosalie Hale
Rating: PG
Summary: Tanya has a taste for everything. [pre-twilight][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
“Let’s see this newborn of yours.”
Edward put himself between Tanya and her next disaster, but she sidestepped him (she was too good at that) and closed her spiderleg fingers around the doorknob. When it opened, he caught a fresh glimpse of Rosalie’s anger: scratches painted along the wall like abstract pictures, lacking meaning or reason; and satin corpses on the floor, what used to be drapes. The door closed with a quiet clip, but Edward heard. He could always hear.
Pretty. That was Tanya. Her mind worked slowly, deliberately - thoughts dripping like water droplets into a pond.
Pretty. And that was Rosalie. Her thoughts raged like waves on a choppy sea, and nothing lasted. A spark of something hopeful might surface, only to be swallowed again. Drown, drown, drown.
Edward waited by the door, prepared to burst in and stop the cold war from igniting between the two of them. Words slithered from the cracks in the wood, through the keyhole: Tanya told her Rosalie her name, then asked hers. Rosalie spat out a barbed reply, clipped at the end by her scissor lips.
Stupid, thought Tanya, amused.
Stupid, though Rosalie, annoyed.
The floorboards creaked suddenly - Tanya crossing the room and kneeling. Rosalie’s mind went churning, thrashing on about hands and lips and…. Edward placed a hand to his temple. Damn Tanya. He was about to throw open the door when…
Rosalie’s thoughts calmed a bit. Perfect.
Tanya’s revved with selfish delight. It’ll do.
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Sam Uley/Emmett Cullen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One bad turn deserves another. [for the twilight uncanon drabble-a-thon at kaiwynn's lj!]
“She broke the treaty.” Sam’s voice is insufferably smooth, without emotion.
“We were going to leave,” hisses Emmett. His entire body shakes, rocked by fury and grief. “You knew that.”
He scoffs, breath bitterly hot. “You think that’s enough, bloodsucker? She murdered Quil. You expect us to wave you off? Huh? Throw you a fucking going away party?”
A snarl builds in Emmett’s chest, splitting the air and the earth as he lunges like lightning for Sam’s throat. In a moment the man is gone, the wolf outlined like a blot of black ink against the moonlight. Sam’s teeth rip into Emmett’s left shoulder; he twists, clawing at Sam’s eyes, coating his steel fur in crimson. The rest of the pack must hear his thoughts, but stay away. The other Cullens, Edward especially, allow him his space. So they fight, flesh shredding fur.
Until Emmett is trembling too hard, and is thrown onto his back, pinned by monstrous paws. Sam shifts; his blood-stained hands are neither forceful nor angry. He merely holds Emmett down while he cries tears he doesn’t have.
“It had to be this way,” Sam tells him.
And somewhere in his silent, empty chest, Emmett knows it’s true.
Title: Missing Pieces
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Tanya/Rosalie Hale
Rating: PG
Summary: Tanya has a taste for everything. [pre-twilight][for the twilight uncanon drabble request meme at pinkceptional!]
“Let’s see this newborn of yours.”
Edward put himself between Tanya and her next disaster, but she sidestepped him (she was too good at that) and closed her spiderleg fingers around the doorknob. When it opened, he caught a fresh glimpse of Rosalie’s anger: scratches painted along the wall like abstract pictures, lacking meaning or reason; and satin corpses on the floor, what used to be drapes. The door closed with a quiet clip, but Edward heard. He could always hear.
Pretty. That was Tanya. Her mind worked slowly, deliberately - thoughts dripping like water droplets into a pond.
Pretty. And that was Rosalie. Her thoughts raged like waves on a choppy sea, and nothing lasted. A spark of something hopeful might surface, only to be swallowed again. Drown, drown, drown.
Edward waited by the door, prepared to burst in and stop the cold war from igniting between the two of them. Words slithered from the cracks in the wood, through the keyhole: Tanya told her Rosalie her name, then asked hers. Rosalie spat out a barbed reply, clipped at the end by her scissor lips.
Stupid, thought Tanya, amused.
Stupid, though Rosalie, annoyed.
The floorboards creaked suddenly - Tanya crossing the room and kneeling. Rosalie’s mind went churning, thrashing on about hands and lips and…. Edward placed a hand to his temple. Damn Tanya. He was about to throw open the door when…
Rosalie’s thoughts calmed a bit. Perfect.
Tanya’s revved with selfish delight. It’ll do.