The Original: Twilight Saga

Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Witnessing The New Moon

The mirrors in the house didn't just show a reflection anymore.

They showed a brand, Alistair's possessive brand

Linda stood in the hallway, her fingers threading through strands of hair that were no longer the colour she was familiar with. They were midnight. A deep, heavy black that seemed to drink the light in the room, matching the man who had pulled her back from the edge of the void.

She pressed her palm flat against her chest.

Thump.

Thump.

It was a rhythm she hadn't heard in decades.

It was warm.

It was persistent.

It was hers

She was his.

'He claimed me' she thought, her red eyes narrowing as she watched the pulse in her own throat. 'He claimed everything I had to give and more.'

She wasn't a vampire. She wasn't human.
She was owned.

She felt the house vibrate, the way the floorboards seemed to settle under the weight of his presence in the next room.

It wasn't just the hair or the heart.

It was the way the air itself seemed to reorganise around him.

Alice walked into the frame, her own hair a silk curtain of darkness. She didn't look like the girl who belonged to the Cullens anymore. The "seer" was gone, replaced by something much more solid. Something anchored and driven.!

"It's loud," Alice whispered, her eyes finding Alistair as he walked into the room.
She didn't wait for him to come to her. She moved into his space, her hand instinctively catching his sleeve, damn she really loved this man.

"The heartbeats... they feel like they're trying to sync with yours."

Alistair didn't say a word.

He didn't need to.

He could feel all four of them.

Emma's heat—restless, flickering, hungry.

Emily's warmth—steady, grounded, protective.

Alice's vibration—sharp, focused, tethered.

Linda's alignment—cold, calculating, absolute.

They were a part of him now. A fourfold weight that made his blood hum with a power he had stopped trying to restrain.

'Mine,' he thought, the word echoing in the static of his mind. 'Every heartbeat, every breath, every shadow they cast. Mine.'

"We're going," he said.

His voice was low, but absolute.

"To a prom?" Emma asked, stepping out in a dress that spoke volumes. Her black hair was tossed back, her eyes glowing with a hunger that had only tripled since he had taken her.

She wanted to sink her fangs in his neck, She wanted his scent on her, her true nature craving his once-sided dominance backed with absolute reliability.

She walked toward him, her movements fluid and predatory, her eyes never leaving his. She liked the way he looked with the black hair. She liked that they all matched. It felt like a uniform. It felt like a pack.

"I thought we were done with the high school act, Alistair. These humans... they're so small. So fragile."

Emma preferred staying at home and having sex, to her it wasn't a bad way to spend her first century of becoming immortal.