𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
❝ 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ❞
「 The Cullen clan was formed long before Edward came into Carlisle's lif...
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In the darkness, Anneliese felt the familiar sensation of being surrounded by water. It was incredible to think that something vital for survival was taking her life away at that moment.
Her lungs struggled to find the much-needed oxygen that allowed her to live. She took a deep breath as soon as her body was lifted to the surface, only to be submerged again.
Her life had gone from being perfect, or as perfect as it could be, to being accused of something completely wrong, of which she had no knowledge or control.
The witch hunt that had occurred some time ago had instilled terror of witchcraft, although such acts had been perpetuated for thousands of years.
But it wasn't until travelers from other parts of the world arrived at her home, if she could still call it that, that people began to be blinded by fear. The stories of the Salem trials undoubtedly created scenarios in the minds of those most susceptible to the panic of being controlled and harmed by witches.
She didn't know which of her actions had caused the panic among people, turning her from little Anneliese into someone seen as a practitioner of witchcraft. And her blood brother fueling the rumors didn't help the situation at all.
She felt her head and eyelids becoming heavier and heavier; her chest began to hurt, and she knew what that meant: life was slowly slipping away from her body.
It wasn't until she felt the person holding her under the water stop exerting force that she realized her life was hanging by a thread.
Her eyelids closed slowly, and she stopped struggling.
She felt someone pull her out of the water and lay her down, but her senses were too weak to allow her to analyze what was happening around her.
The only thing she could perceive were the distant cries of people she couldn't identify, and she didn't feel capable of doing so due to her situation.
It wasn't until she felt something piercing her neck that she opened her eyes fully, and a scream erupted from the depths of her throat, giving way to one of the most intense pains she had ever felt.
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The wind blew in her face from the west. From a distance and hidden in the shadows, she watched as the place she called home was mostly consumed by ashes and rubble.
Her surroundings were almost empty of what was once a beautiful garden full of life.
Her expression remained tense the entire time she observed from a distance.
Watching as some villagers approached to leave offerings in the name of the deceased family, crying due to the tragedy that had befallen that home.
And she knew what was going through their minds.
They all had the same thought.
"She did it."
And perhaps they were not so wrong, perhaps they had some truth in blaming her for something she didn't believe in at the time.
But seeing herself now, alive or something similar after having danced with death and abruptly leaving her behind, made everything clear.
If she did something in her mortal life that caused all the misfortunes that surrounded her, it was undoubtedly a matter of destiny that she became what she was now.
She turned away, leaving behind the place she had considered home for 16 years.
When her skin caught the faint light of the sunset, it shone intensely as if it were a diamond, and she saw in the reflection of the water the crimson color of her eyes.
Without taking one last look at the pile of bodies lying behind her, now starting to burn and covered by darkness, she departed aimlessly towards whatever this stage of immortality had in store for her.
