𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒘𝒏

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

In twilight's grip, where shadows grow,
A tale of death begins to flow,
Aurora Evermore, golden hair,
With eyes of blue, a maiden fair.

She stands ensnared by darkness cold,
A nightmare's clutch, a terror bold,
A figure looms with raven hair,
With strong arms wrapping, pulling her near.

Fangs descend, with hunger keen,
Piercing flesh where pulse had been,
A scream escapes, a crimson flood,
Life draining fast in torrent's blood.

Her vision blurs, her strength now fades,
In horror's grip, a grim parade,
Around her, red-eyed demons leer,
Their laughter ringing, sharp and clear.

Dark figures dance in wicked glee,
Their eyes aflame, their hearts set free,
In this macabre, ghastly scene,
A feast of life, a gruesome dream.

The Cullens stand, so far away,
Their faces twisted in dismay,
In helpless shock, they witness pain,
Brought to knees by shadows' bane.

Their horrified cries, a distant wail,
As Aurora's life begins to pale,
Her pulse grows weak, her breath is thin,
This final act, a ghastly sin.

The vampire drinks, with fervor wild,
Each drop of life, each cry defiled,
Aurora's body, cold and limp,
A lifeless doll, in darkness' grip.

Her blood, a river, runs so red,
Painting the night, where angels dread,
Her veins now empty, dry and stark,
A hollow shell, devoid of spark.

Around her, laughter fills the air,
A haunting chorus of despair,
The red-eyed demons revel still,
In blood and death, their hunger filled.

Aurora's world, now black as night,
No glimmer left, no shining light,
Her pain subsides, her fear no more,
In death's embrace, she finds the door.

The Cullens' faces, etched in grief,
Their helpless cries, their disbelief,
They see her fall, they see her end,
Unable to save their dearest friend.

In this dark tale, where shadows creep,
Aurora Evermore falls to sleep,
Her final breath, her last lament,
A soul now free, a life now spent.

Her body cold, her spirit gone,
In death's embrace, she's carried on,
The horror fades, the pain subsides,
In silence now, Aurora glides.

In twilight's grip, where shadows reign,
A tale of death, a crimson stain,
Aurora Evermore, fair and bright,
Now lost forever to the night.

"...rora!" Aurora heard a distant voice calling her name. "Aurora!" It sounded oddly familiar, she couldn't place who it belonged to though. "WAKE UP!" The voice screamed, jolting her out of her sleep. Her eyes snapped open to find worried golden orbs staring back at her - it was Rosalie. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, Aurora realized that everyone was present, except Renesmee and Jacob who had stayed the night at his place.

Alice and Jasper were seated at the foot of her bed, while Edward occupied the armchair on the left side of the room, with Bella perched on his lap, all wearing expressions of concern. Emmet held Rosalie tightly, while Carlisle and Esme stood by the door. "You were screaming," Carlisle said gently.

"Was I? I'm sorry, I just had a bad dream," Aurora sincerely apologized to her vampire family. She silently pleaded with Edward not to divulge the truth, receiving a reassuring nod and a subtle smile in return. "Seriously, guys! I'm fine," Trying to alleviate the tension, she feigned a smile. "What time is it?"

Deep down, Aurora was anxious. The impending arrival of the Volturi loomed over her, with her transformation scheduled for her 24th birthday, still far away. All they could do was plead for more time. However, she was aware that there were secrets being kept from her, likely another vision of Alice's. She understood their reluctance to share, given her tendency to panic under duress. But the knowledge that they were withholding information because it was overwhelming only served to heighten her unease.

"It's 8:37am.," Esme's announcement left Aurora feeling a sense of urgency. With less than an hour to prepare before the Volturi reached Forks, she knew she had no time to waste.