Sweet Disposition

Prologue

Prologue

   She wasn’t screaming, neither battling. She wasn’t scared or angry. Just plain, on the inside, and in the outside, and it broke him, that wasn’t her.

   I was hurting, and was hurting badly. My soul, if I still have something similar to that, was being ripped apart as I saw how they got hold of her, and I was helpless, but the defeated shadow clouding her face was too much. My eyes were stinging, and for the first time in the hundred years and half I have lived like this I wanted to cry, but known not a fluid will came of my eyes to let all this out. I haven't been taking breaths in a while or blinks since this whole ordeal started, but now the pain in my chest was unbearable, and I need distraction or it would brake me completely. I stop shouting and my throat burn, for the first time not for the blood lust that's been eating me since I had first opened my eyes after the change, but for all the emotion I was holding, every feeling I want to send her. But her emotions are blank, no love, no hate, no fear, no anything. 

   And there, I notice it in her crimson gaze. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

   'Please don't give up!', 'I need you!', 'I love you, please don't!', but neither those or simple words would come out of my mouth. She locked eyes with me for the first time, and the veil came crumbling, her feelings strong as ever.

   Regret, profusely for slipping and taking of all those lives; love, toward us, her family, but mostly for me, it broke me. Sorrow, pain, fear, clouded with dark and grief. It changed in a swirl. The circumstances weren’t the best, but I could feel my hope rising as I felt her happiness, maybe she was just waiting for something. But the feeling was so overwhelming… She was having a vision. Maybe she was seeing herself go through this.

   The vision stopped, and her fears melt away along with every dark or sad feeling. Her hopes rose, and a determined took place on her face and the purposefulness in her feeling was as overwhelming as whenever she had a vision. Never in the fifty years I’d known her, had I seen that look nor the feel that emotion. It was too strong to keep up. She smiled a little, and her joyful manner was back. It was going to be okay.

    Then, they dismembered her. She didn’t scream, just held my gaze with warmth and a tender smile till her skin broke and turn into stone. My life was gone.

   That night, after Edward read my thoughts and gave me a sympathetic look, and after feeling everyone’s pity and sadness, I found myself wondering what the vision was, what had she though, what had made her so happy before she was… He wanted to know to at least feel less guilty, to be closer to her.

   But now… She had left them, and she was not coming back.