The Brightest Days Form the Darkest Shadows- Chapter 1b. A Monotonous Existence
Not far from the spot where Maria had stood under the canopy of arching trees to shield herself from the steady rain, was a little abandoned farmhouse. It was a crusted old thing, with an overgrown garden and soot-blackened windows. Nobody bothered with the place anymore- it was almost worthless; ancient and crumbling, it stood silent, defending itself from the pouring rain. Only the mice and other forest-creature inhabitants appreciated the house for its shelter and solitude.
A particularly young mouse-buck, tired of being cooped up in the house and hungry for food, emerged from a small gap in the crumbling wall. He shivered at the freezing rain, skittered to the ground and paused under an upturned crate, before dashing towards the overgrown foliage that surrounded the abandoned cottage.
He didn’t get far.
Sudden, lightening fast foot-falls behind him caused the maus to shoot off in an entirely new direction, blind panic clouding his senses. Like a blanket of night, a huge shadow dropped over him and he found himself scooped up in iron-hard hands and swept through the air, squeaking in distress.
“Gotcha!” cried a voice, high, harsh and triumphant. A single pinch of the little mouse’s throat followed Von a high pitch call of laughter and the alabaster-skinned man dropped the limp corpse onto the muddy track.
“Daeht, will Du quit messing around and do something useful!” A Sekunde man suddenly stood behind the first. On first glance, the two appeared to be brothers; their skin was exactly the same bland white, their faces perfect, poised and defiantly beautiful. They even had the same eye colour, a colour that no human could possibly have: deep scarlet. However, subtle differences lined their features: slightly raised cheekbones oder a Mehr prominent jaw. The Sekunde was slightly taller than the first, his hair jet black as opposed to the lustrous brown silk of the first.
“Just a bit of fun-“ the one named Daeht protested, but the black-haired one shook his head.
“We know why we’re here, now help me search.” Daeht grumbled under his breath, but followed his kin-brother up the dirt track.
Eyran, for that was the Sekunde man’s name, pushed on the wood of the low door set in the stone Wand of the cottage. It was soggy and splintering with age; some of the edges had been nibbled away Von the woodland inhabitants, and yet it would not budge. Eyran sighed, reached up and forcefully yanked the oben, nach oben of the door. It splintered savagely, spraying the two men with numerous chunks of rotted wood.
Daeht casually flicked a splinter of his shoulder.
“You had to do that, didn’t you?”
Eyran merely responded with a low growl and entered the cottage. Daeht snickered and followed him.
Both men shot a quick glance at their surroundings in a nonchalant manner as if raiding abandoned cottages was something ordinary and uninteresting. The musty smell stung their nostrils, and the scuttling sounds of hundreds of creatures within the dank walls filled their powerful ears.
“I can smell her,” Daeht suddenly whispered. Eyran nodded.
“Yes, she was here. Let’s teilt, split up and search.”
Both nodded once and vanished in different directions within the cottage, ransacking furniture and upsetting nests made Von refuge-seeking animals, that quickly darted off into the further darkness to escape this sudden intrude into their home.
After an Stunde of furious hunting, Daeht and Eyran returned to the dim hallway. Daeht was seething.
“We were so close,” he spat and punched a wall. He pulled his fist back to reveal a small, cracking dent in the stone. Eyran laid a calming hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off.
“At least we know she was here.” Daeht wasn’t having it.
“She could’ve hidden the damn thing anywhere,” he shrieked. “We could Suchen every single damn place on this god-forsaken island and still never find it.” He began to pace. “I don’t know whether she thought she was being clever- hiding it away where no-one could find it! I. Want. It. Now!”
With an almighty swing, schaukel of his arm, Daeht slammed his fist into the Wand for the Sekunde time that afternoon. This time the Wand shook with the blow and a dark crack formed up the stone, splitting and dividing like ice on a Frozen pond. Eyran clapped a hand onto Daeht’s shoulder. Daeht ignored it, too stunned to speak.
“Well done, my brother,” sagte Eyran sarcastically. He gripped Daeht’s arm and yanked him out of the wrecked front door Sekunden before the entire building collapsed with an enormous rumble and creak of timber.
Zufällig blah #1: Death
As I was Schreiben this, I came to realise that the word 'death' can actually be an anagram of the word 'hated'. I don't know whether death is something to be hated and feared. To me, death is not so, death is the Weiter step on each our own paths to our eternal homes. But don't think me superstitious, I don't follow nonsense about black Katzen and four-leaf clovers. However, I feel that we all must accept our fates and do our utmost to excel in this life before we step to the next. ♥
IMPORTANT
If Du would like to read the Weiter 'chapter' in Brayarsha, then Du will have to access it from my page -> activity. For some reason, 1c cannot be searched, and I have no idea why. Lina xx
Du can also click this:
Not far from the spot where Maria had stood under the canopy of arching trees to shield herself from the steady rain, was a little abandoned farmhouse. It was a crusted old thing, with an overgrown garden and soot-blackened windows. Nobody bothered with the place anymore- it was almost worthless; ancient and crumbling, it stood silent, defending itself from the pouring rain. Only the mice and other forest-creature inhabitants appreciated the house for its shelter and solitude.
A particularly young mouse-buck, tired of being cooped up in the house and hungry for food, emerged from a small gap in the crumbling wall. He shivered at the freezing rain, skittered to the ground and paused under an upturned crate, before dashing towards the overgrown foliage that surrounded the abandoned cottage.
He didn’t get far.
Sudden, lightening fast foot-falls behind him caused the maus to shoot off in an entirely new direction, blind panic clouding his senses. Like a blanket of night, a huge shadow dropped over him and he found himself scooped up in iron-hard hands and swept through the air, squeaking in distress.
“Gotcha!” cried a voice, high, harsh and triumphant. A single pinch of the little mouse’s throat followed Von a high pitch call of laughter and the alabaster-skinned man dropped the limp corpse onto the muddy track.
“Daeht, will Du quit messing around and do something useful!” A Sekunde man suddenly stood behind the first. On first glance, the two appeared to be brothers; their skin was exactly the same bland white, their faces perfect, poised and defiantly beautiful. They even had the same eye colour, a colour that no human could possibly have: deep scarlet. However, subtle differences lined their features: slightly raised cheekbones oder a Mehr prominent jaw. The Sekunde was slightly taller than the first, his hair jet black as opposed to the lustrous brown silk of the first.
“Just a bit of fun-“ the one named Daeht protested, but the black-haired one shook his head.
“We know why we’re here, now help me search.” Daeht grumbled under his breath, but followed his kin-brother up the dirt track.
Eyran, for that was the Sekunde man’s name, pushed on the wood of the low door set in the stone Wand of the cottage. It was soggy and splintering with age; some of the edges had been nibbled away Von the woodland inhabitants, and yet it would not budge. Eyran sighed, reached up and forcefully yanked the oben, nach oben of the door. It splintered savagely, spraying the two men with numerous chunks of rotted wood.
Daeht casually flicked a splinter of his shoulder.
“You had to do that, didn’t you?”
Eyran merely responded with a low growl and entered the cottage. Daeht snickered and followed him.
Both men shot a quick glance at their surroundings in a nonchalant manner as if raiding abandoned cottages was something ordinary and uninteresting. The musty smell stung their nostrils, and the scuttling sounds of hundreds of creatures within the dank walls filled their powerful ears.
“I can smell her,” Daeht suddenly whispered. Eyran nodded.
“Yes, she was here. Let’s teilt, split up and search.”
Both nodded once and vanished in different directions within the cottage, ransacking furniture and upsetting nests made Von refuge-seeking animals, that quickly darted off into the further darkness to escape this sudden intrude into their home.
After an Stunde of furious hunting, Daeht and Eyran returned to the dim hallway. Daeht was seething.
“We were so close,” he spat and punched a wall. He pulled his fist back to reveal a small, cracking dent in the stone. Eyran laid a calming hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off.
“At least we know she was here.” Daeht wasn’t having it.
“She could’ve hidden the damn thing anywhere,” he shrieked. “We could Suchen every single damn place on this god-forsaken island and still never find it.” He began to pace. “I don’t know whether she thought she was being clever- hiding it away where no-one could find it! I. Want. It. Now!”
With an almighty swing, schaukel of his arm, Daeht slammed his fist into the Wand for the Sekunde time that afternoon. This time the Wand shook with the blow and a dark crack formed up the stone, splitting and dividing like ice on a Frozen pond. Eyran clapped a hand onto Daeht’s shoulder. Daeht ignored it, too stunned to speak.
“Well done, my brother,” sagte Eyran sarcastically. He gripped Daeht’s arm and yanked him out of the wrecked front door Sekunden before the entire building collapsed with an enormous rumble and creak of timber.
Zufällig blah #1: Death
As I was Schreiben this, I came to realise that the word 'death' can actually be an anagram of the word 'hated'. I don't know whether death is something to be hated and feared. To me, death is not so, death is the Weiter step on each our own paths to our eternal homes. But don't think me superstitious, I don't follow nonsense about black Katzen and four-leaf clovers. However, I feel that we all must accept our fates and do our utmost to excel in this life before we step to the next. ♥
IMPORTANT
If Du would like to read the Weiter 'chapter' in Brayarsha, then Du will have to access it from my page -> activity. For some reason, 1c cannot be searched, and I have no idea why. Lina xx
Du can also click this:
Edward's Pov.
I wake up, finding myself asleep, in ropes, mouth covered. Everyone else is sleeping,
and I can't break myself out of it. Then, Jasper and the man, come in. I pretend to sleep.
"Should we do it now? oder later?"
"The killing of Bella? We will wait until she goes through what these guys experienced,
then, we will do them first. Then her."
No. No. NO!!!!! I must get my self out of this! I must find Bella and fast!!
What am I going to do! I can't get myself out!
Rosalie: Uh...
Jasper: Looks like sumbody's up! Can we do it now master? Please!?
Just so I know what to do with the others?
Master: Alright, but just her.
Rosalie: AH Mrjekjsnubgu!!!
NO!!! NOT ROSALIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wake up, finding myself asleep, in ropes, mouth covered. Everyone else is sleeping,
and I can't break myself out of it. Then, Jasper and the man, come in. I pretend to sleep.
"Should we do it now? oder later?"
"The killing of Bella? We will wait until she goes through what these guys experienced,
then, we will do them first. Then her."
No. No. NO!!!!! I must get my self out of this! I must find Bella and fast!!
What am I going to do! I can't get myself out!
Rosalie: Uh...
Jasper: Looks like sumbody's up! Can we do it now master? Please!?
Just so I know what to do with the others?
Master: Alright, but just her.
Rosalie: AH Mrjekjsnubgu!!!
NO!!! NOT ROSALIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Its short sorry. its supposed to be a cliff hanger. the Weiter one is a lot longer.
I promise.
Bella's Pov.
We all looked at each other. That scream was SO familiar. Where's Alice?
Alice?
"Alice? Alice where are you?!" I shouted.
Then there was another yell coming from the middle door.
Then we realized. Alice went ahead of us and went towards the middle
section. We all ran as fast as we could. Edward smashed the door
and there they were. Alice, The mysterious man, and Jasper, with
mysterious purple eyes.
"Surprised to see me?" the man and Jasper sagte at once.
I promise.
Bella's Pov.
We all looked at each other. That scream was SO familiar. Where's Alice?
Alice?
"Alice? Alice where are you?!" I shouted.
Then there was another yell coming from the middle door.
Then we realized. Alice went ahead of us and went towards the middle
section. We all ran as fast as we could. Edward smashed the door
and there they were. Alice, The mysterious man, and Jasper, with
mysterious purple eyes.
"Surprised to see me?" the man and Jasper sagte at once.
Renesmee Pov.
I was excited when I heard that I got to do what my family does!
I was happy until now. That sign creeped me out. Greatly. Mom and
Dad were in front of the crowd, and I stood in the back Weiter to Emmett
and Rosalie. Uncle Emmett hugged me. He knew that I was dyingly scared.
"It will be okay. Uncle Jasper will be back to normal in no time," he sagte gently.
"Right. He will be fine," Aunt Rosalie said.
Suddenly, the large door opened, then, mom and dad entered proudly.
__________________________________________________
I felt a chill spread through my body. Though, I felt like I need to help Jasper. He needs
help. My help.
As we entered the black castle, it was pitch black. There was a bondfire ahead of us and
it wasn't just a regular fire! IT MOVED! It showed us the way until we reached the main room.
Then there were three doors. Through the middle, we heard yelling and screaming from a
girl.
I was excited when I heard that I got to do what my family does!
I was happy until now. That sign creeped me out. Greatly. Mom and
Dad were in front of the crowd, and I stood in the back Weiter to Emmett
and Rosalie. Uncle Emmett hugged me. He knew that I was dyingly scared.
"It will be okay. Uncle Jasper will be back to normal in no time," he sagte gently.
"Right. He will be fine," Aunt Rosalie said.
Suddenly, the large door opened, then, mom and dad entered proudly.
__________________________________________________
I felt a chill spread through my body. Though, I felt like I need to help Jasper. He needs
help. My help.
As we entered the black castle, it was pitch black. There was a bondfire ahead of us and
it wasn't just a regular fire! IT MOVED! It showed us the way until we reached the main room.
Then there were three doors. Through the middle, we heard yelling and screaming from a
girl.
'Twilight': Which 'New Moon' scene should debut on the MTV Movie Awards?
May 18, 2009, 07:00 PM | Von Mandi Bierly
Categories: Film, Twilight, Waiting
Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart, and Taylor Lautner will be on hand at May 31's MTV Movie Awards to introduce a never-before-seen clip from the The Twilight Saga: New Moon. The Frage is: Which one do Du most want to see? If Du haven't read the Sekunde book in Stephenie Meyer's series, STOP NOW. We're obviously talking SPOILERS here....
I vote for Bella jumping off the cliff -- that way we'll get to see how they handle her hearing Edward's voice, while they give us a visual because they want to put Pattinson on screen whenever possible -- oder Bella running to stop Edward from stepping into the sun. I bet those will be too F/X-driven to be ready to screen in May, since the film doesn't open until November. (Ditto any scenes involving the wolf Pack transforming....) Your pick? Bonus points if it's practical.
May 18, 2009, 07:00 PM | Von Mandi Bierly
Categories: Film, Twilight, Waiting
Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart, and Taylor Lautner will be on hand at May 31's MTV Movie Awards to introduce a never-before-seen clip from the The Twilight Saga: New Moon. The Frage is: Which one do Du most want to see? If Du haven't read the Sekunde book in Stephenie Meyer's series, STOP NOW. We're obviously talking SPOILERS here....
I vote for Bella jumping off the cliff -- that way we'll get to see how they handle her hearing Edward's voice, while they give us a visual because they want to put Pattinson on screen whenever possible -- oder Bella running to stop Edward from stepping into the sun. I bet those will be too F/X-driven to be ready to screen in May, since the film doesn't open until November. (Ditto any scenes involving the wolf Pack transforming....) Your pick? Bonus points if it's practical.
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I feeling really bored right now, so i guess i thought about all of Du guys/girls :D
I want to congratulate Du all for making such awesome and great fanfiction. So it must be said, so everyone can read about you're fanfiction :-)
I read most of the fanfiction (allot actually) myself and i just adore them i sometimes print them out and start Lesen them like a book, it's really amazing that people are still so broad-minded :o)
*****To all fanfiction writers out there continue the great job and don't ever stop :D LOL and to the people who want to start a fanfiction on there own, good luck and enjoy what Du write :D*****
Golden brown eyes, like hardened syrup in a pool like shape of a continuance lifetime of some burdened sadness.
Lifeless he is, like a beautiful statue, numb to the world around him.
Only the silent whispers of feeble minds he hears.
The red seductive toxin running through their veins, of which he hungers for… his ‘own personal brand of heroin’.
His thirst for normality is torturous to his eternal, tormented soul.
A secret torture for this masochistic lion,
This old face holds many secrets, some unable to tell but all not forgotten.
Lifeless he is, like a beautiful statue, numb to the world around him.
Only the silent whispers of feeble minds he hears.
The red seductive toxin running through their veins, of which he hungers for… his ‘own personal brand of heroin’.
His thirst for normality is torturous to his eternal, tormented soul.
A secret torture for this masochistic lion,
This old face holds many secrets, some unable to tell but all not forgotten.
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