❝𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.❞
Claretta Hale defies the norms of the vampire world; her existence is an enigma. Following the near-conflict with the Volturi, the vampire royalty monitor this wielder of Chaos Magic closely.
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𝙵 𝙾 𝚄 𝚁
MY GOLDEN EYES STARE OUT AT THE COTTAGE I PREVIOUSLY CALLED HOME. The flowers surrounding it are as vibrant as I remember. If not more. It's gentle here, peaceful. Birds are chirping happily and a soft breeze blows through the trees and the flowers, making them sway slightly.
There's a sweet aroma coming from the cottage, it still smells like roses. It's all like ten years ago.
My eyes are dull as I stare at the beautiful home. It just doesn't feel right. Flowers surround me but I remain frozen, standing in the middle of the wildflower field, staring into the past, debating whether or not I should walk forward, or turn back.
I'm torn, between choosing my future or reliving the past I want to forget. It's not that I want to forget my family, I don't, I do enjoy their company. I just don't want to be here, be back in Forks. Sunbeams crack their way through the leaves and make my skin sparkle.
I let out a deep exhale, still just staring. My blonde curls move with the wind and I feel droplets of rain on my skin. I frown slightly, lifting my eyes upwards. The originally sunny sky has turned grey, covered over in dark clouds which begin to spill all over me.
The wind has picked up, it's faster now. It's twisting leaves and flowers all around me, hammering into my skin. The sky has turned red, with lightning striking in it. What's going on? What's happening? Who's doing this? I can barely open my eyes, the wind is so strong. I can't move.
The wind tugs at my clothes, trying to pull me into the open sky. Each gust wraps around me, lifting me slightly off the ground, as if inviting me to dance with it. I'm caught in a whirlwind of sensations, the world blurring around me. I want to scream, but the wind swallows my voice, leaving me suspended in this moment of wild freedom and fear.
Panic is coursing through me when I manage to get a glimpse of the cloaked figures standing outside of the tornado which consumes me. It's them. In an explosion of red, everything is shoved away from me and I land with a pant. I speed towards the group of dark cloaks but they are gone.
My eyes are searching through the trees and I'm trying to sense them with my mind. Red magic whisps over my fingers as I search for their presence's. But they've completely vanished, leaving nothing to trace.
My breathing has become uneven and my eyes are wide as I stare around me, panicked. They're here, they're back. No one is safe. No one. I turn on my heel, on an attempt to speed away when I see her. She's standing a couple meters away from me, staring softly with a smile on her lips.
She's beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Her long dark brown hair sways behind her in the gentle wind, and her pale skin, littered with freckles warms to a light pink. Renesmee. She's here. She's back.
As I stand there, staring at Renesmee, my heart races in my chest despite it being unable too, a wild drumbeat that echoes the chaos in my mind. It's been ten years since I last saw her—ten long years filled with confusion, longing, and an ache that never truly faded.
I can hardly believe she's here, right in front of me, her eyes shimmering like the sun breaking through the stormy sky. But instead of the warmth I once felt, a cold wave of panic washes over me. We need to leave, all of us.
"Claretta!" Her voice is a melody I've missed, yet it feels foreign now. I can see the hope in her eyes, the love, the familiarity, but all I can feel is the distance that has grown between us.
I take a step back, instinctively shoving her away, my hands trembling. It's not that I haven't missed her; it's that I'm terrified of being reunited with her now. Now that they have found me. Now that they are back for revenge.
"Don't!" I snap, my voice sharper than I intended. The word hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken fears. I can see her confusion, the way her brows furrow as she processes my reaction. I want to reach out, to pull her into my arms and tell her that I've missed her every single day, but the memories of my past flood my mind—memories I've tried so hard to bury.
"Clary, please..." Her voice breaks slightly, and it pierces through my defenses like a dagger. It's the desperation in her tone that sends me spiraling. I can't be weak. I can't let myself crack. I can't allow myself to feel the way I used to, not now. Not ever.
I turn away, my heart pounding louder than my thoughts. I can't face her, not now. Not when the shadows of my past loom so large. I remember how easily I was found those years ago. Of how easily I was hurt, of how I was almost killed. I can't let Renesmee be a part of that. She deserves better than the chaos that my existence brings.
"Claretta!" she calls again, her voice filled with urgency. I can feel her presence behind me, the warmth of her soul reaching out, trying to tether me back to her. But I can't let her. I can't let the connection we once had pull me back into a world I've fought so hard to escape.
"I can't do this," I whisper, my voice barely audible. The admittance feels like a betrayal, a knife twisting in my gut. I can't let her see how vulnerable I am. I can't let her see the cracks in my facade. I take another step away, my feet moving almost of their own accord, leading me backwards through the trees.
"Clary, wait!" She sounds frantic now, and I can hear her footsteps behind me, the desperation in her stride matching the frantic beating of my heart. I can't let her catch up. I have to go, to protect her again.
As I manage to escape through the trees, I feel a familiar pull, an invisible thread connecting us, but I fight against it. The memories of our laughter, our shared secrets, and the dreams we once had together flood my mind, but they are tainted with the darkness I've tried to escape. I can't let those memories define me now. I can't let them drag me back into the depths of despair.
"Claretta, please!" Her voice is a plea, and it breaks me. I pause, my entire body freezing in place, torn between the decision to leave and to stay. I want to turn around, to embrace her and tell her that I've missed her, that she's my mate, but the fear grips me tighter than ever. I can't face the reality that we've both changed, that ten years apart have altered the very fabric of who we are.
"I'm sorry," I finally manage to say, my voice breaking. It feels like a confession, a surrender, and yet it's laced with the weight of all my fears. I can't look back. I can't see the hurt in her eyes, the understanding that I'm pushing her away for her own good. The truth is, I'm pushing her away to protect her.
Because if they find her, they'll do worse to her than they ever did to me.
I speed away, the cool air hitting my face like a slap. I breathe in deeply, trying to ground myself in the present, but all I can feel is the emptiness that follows. I can sense her presence lingering behind me, the warmth of her soul still reaching out, but I can't let it in. I can't let the past consume me again.
"Claretta!" Her voice is filled with anguish now, and it cuts deeper than any blade. I can feel the venomous tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, but they will never fall. I'm aching internally, shaking. But I keep running away.
I won't let the torture I went through happen to her, no matter what.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
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A/N- everything will make sense, I promise. I'm just setting it up.
