━━𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 [𝐉.𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄]

000

TWILIGHT

As people grow older their memories die out, the flashes of your younger selves fading into a dark oblivion soon to be lightened by the memories you make in that so called moment.

Step by step the past starts to linger behind you, like a shadow clouding your judgement, following you through thick and thin.

Already waiting for that small moment when you get hit by that mind boggling sense of deja vu.

Your hands become clammy, eyes hold a underlying panic, showing the cracks in the surface of fragile glass shattering in the presence of pressure.

Though the worst of it is the feeling of nostalgia wrapping round your neck like a noose, can't seeming to back down from the high your at, only realising that sense of regret once you already took that leap.

But by then your already falling, ears muffled- not by the sound of you screaming then but the phantom of what could be called your past watching from the distance with innocent little orbs of confusion. It's only then your memories come back.

Those small seconds opening that treasure chest of those forgotten thoughts, one that would sail hundreds of miles just to find.

You find yourself staring at your own reflection like looking into water on a sunny day.
Although it's always too late.

Because before that smile can reach your lips, that sickening snap has already sprung through the air, and you find yourself no longer looking at what you've yearned for but pitch black nothingness.  

For the first time there is complete silence, yet the tranquility is so deafening, you can't help but want the screams back- the pleads and the cries.

And that's the funny thing..

Because Ivonna remembered everything- each little spec of detail and the impurities of her human life, which came as a shock considering most vampires she encounters hold only the deepest tragedies to their undead heart

But her whole life was a tragedy that she has never managed escape. So she wasn't paranoid of her past coming to stab her in the back, nor the human characteristics that came with it.

She couldn't peer down into the rippling reflection as the sun shone because the light reflected off her instead- splitting to little shards of false hope in the darkest hours.

And when she did catch her figure through the soft shimmers of the water, it was hard to digest her angelic appearance she had adorned for centuries, because she was far from it.

From a quick gaze in her direction you would be stun by the beauty and innocence she seemed to possess, though the blood red that swum round the edges of her deep pools of gold held a entire different story- a story that you could get lost in so quick, drawn in by its allure.

And like everyone else, the screams never stopped. Not even when Ivonna was dead. There was never peace in her mind- ironic being the mind of someone else was something she could twist into her own.

So she always felt herself falling, forever waiting on that crunch of her life ending once again but it would never come.

Not when the gentle scarred hands of a southern gentleman was always pulling her up. Gluing back her broken pieces into one that resembled a semi stable human girl.

And she detested it, playing human was not her forte.

Not when she was at a constant war with her deepest desires she and her coven were forbidden against.

The ache in her gums and hunger that swirled her body for revenge against the race that was the one to brake her in the first place.

Which made it harder for Ivonna being locked in a school with them for six hours a day, not to mention the pesky brunette that was getting in way over her head with the obsession with her adopted brother.

And not even Alice could predict what was to come, the only question is whether Ivonna could hold off her anger on the source of Fork's problems.