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shinigami6girl · 1 year
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the set of the "The Twilight Saga: Breaking dawn pt. 1"
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c3rb3ru2 · 11 months
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My fav girl
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maybesandohnos · 2 years
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believe me bestie even we don’t understand the one with wolves and vampires
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7finalgirl8 · 10 months
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I hope y'all missed my frankly stupid and pointless crossovers, because… Slashers/Baseball scene from Twilight.
🤡👏
And yes, for the record... I don't think, like at all... I act… And then cry over the result, ага.
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Because Anakin didn’t take care of The Twilight, he is responsible for Satine Kryze’s death. 
If The Twilight was in working order and not falling apart at the seams, then Obi Wan could have successfully rescued Satine Kryze.
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filmesbrazil · 5 months
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duckapus · 2 months
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So... the fleshing out of Connected Cosmos: The Game is taking longer than I thought it would, but I have figured out what the eldritch monster main villain is and how it's affecting the code-napped Crossover Update universes.
I call it The Twilight. It's a pocket dimension made entirely of...for now let's call it highly corruptive mostly sentient anti-magic with a psychic hivemind structure. That's a massive oversimplification but I don't have the energy to explain the whole thing. It's invading the universes that make up the game's main areas by leaking through cracks in space-time, which creates shadow monster drones, possesses and transforms powerful and/or weak-minded beings, and slowly terraforms the universe surrounding the cracks.
Rising Star Circus actually got off...sort of lucky. While their full universe got thoroughly borked, the circus itself became part of the main hub universe, a gilded city of Sorcery on a mountaintop called Mount Nexus, which just so happens to be one of the few universes that the Twilight can't enter...outside of certain story events, of course.
Then there's Harmonia (scaled down somewhat so it's not bigger than every other map combined, so as to save on resources and not be suspicious), where Lumiere has somehow managed to cut a deal with the Twilight. At least, he thinks he has. All ten kingdoms are dealing with some sort of thematically appropriate catastrophe thanks to some powerful boss-type character being fed by a massive Twilit Rift (what I'm calling the cracks the Twilight are using) in each of them. Luminos got it worst off, with Lumiere setting up shop there and Queen Melody and most of her staff being possessed (Nimbus and a few others managed to get away).
Dreaming Gaia is... sort of okay? On one hand the Twilight aren't that much more threatening than the stuff that's already there outside of being an outside-context problem, on the other hand they resonate with Nightmare energy and the remnants of both cults are interested in them for different reasons.
And then Renata has no way to fend off extradimensional shadow monsters so they're kind of in the midst of an apocalypse right now. So on top of her occasional bouts of frantic lucidity due to her half-dose of the memory suppression virus she's also having to survive the potential end of the world with no idea if the few loved ones she can consistently remember are alive or dead. On the plus side the Twilight are close enough to Heartless that her Keyblade finally ends up manifesting to protect her.
Also, the Twilight are programmed with the secondary function of keeping anything from entering or exiting the game without the proper permissions. By force.
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pienpipesez · 2 years
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is this what vampires could've probably felt like as 12009890 yo ancient beings? is this what I'm feeling right now?
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time slowly moves on; one generation replaces another, trends come and go, but there's one constant that never changes - goth culture and its different iterations
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Clone Wars Magazine Comics #6.05 “Terror on the Twilight” (Mar 2010)
story by Robin Etherington, art by Tanya Roberts
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gizkalord · 2 years
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they used the twilight in the early seasons and then made it disappear until s5 just to immediately destroy it. AND FOR WHAT
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tired-but-willing · 2 years
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So are you taking requests for first?
Could you do one for Star Wars TCW where Anakin and Rex end up on a deserted planet and either A) Rex is kidnapped by a vampire and Anakin has to save him or B) a sort of Fountain of Youth thing where they're both de-aged by ten years but that means Anakin is a kid and Rex is a baby?
Just one or the other. You can do whatever you want with the prompts.
Of course! I don't know if you want platonic or romantic Rex and Anakin, so I just played it safe and wrote with platonic in mind. You can interpret it however you want, though
The more I started writing, the more I was tempted to make full blown chapters. It almost feels a little anticlimactic in the way I wrapped it up. But either way, I hope I managed to do your prompt justice :]
Content Warnings
- Medical abuse
- Excessive cursing
- Needles
It was a simple mission.
That was what they always started off as, in Rex’s experience. Technically, he hadn’t been around long at all. But each of his generals' plans went awry so often that he felt like he had enough experience to say they almost always went poorly to begin with. Skywalker would say something along the lines of piece of cake, and everything would almost instantly go to shit. Just like it was now.
Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex had embarked on a simple mission to run supplies to General Kenobi’s assault on the Ryloth system. With the rations dropped off and the general confirmed to be okay, the three turned back and prepared to return to Coruscant. That was when their ship was surrounded by some sort of strange… creature. Large whale-like things that swarmed them in seconds, knocking The Twilight around like it was merely a child's toy. Ahsoka was quick to leap from her seat. She was even quicker to fall to the ground when one of the creatures jostled the ship. Rex wasn’t fast enough to catch her, too busy being thrown back himself. Both of them had neglected to buckle their seatbelts. A fatal mistake when flying with Skywalker, Rex thought ruefully.
“What are those things?” Ahsoka asked, her eyes comically wide. She got back to her feet, slipping into her chair and dutifully fastening her seat belt around her waist. Rex was quick to copy her in his own chair behind Anakin. His hand was itching to grab for his blaster- not that it’d do any good when he was in the ship and they were outside of it.
He’d prefer to keep it that way.
“Doesn’t matter.” Anakin reached across the dash, his fingers brushing against the hyperdrive controls. He pushed forward. Once. Twice. His brows drew together in an expression of anger that Rex was far too familiar with. Judging by the way Ahsoka tensed, he knew she was feeling the same apprehension he was. “Kriff, I can’t break free.”
“With all due respect, General.” Rex leaned forward in his seat. “Maybe we ought to blast them instead.”
“I was getting to that.” Anakin jerked his head to Ahsoka, who nodded and gripped the controls to the ship's front canon. Her fingers squeezed the trigger. Instantly, Rex’s stomach dropped. The ship rocked again.
“Ahsoka.” Anakin’s voice began to rise.
“I’m trying!” Again and again, she tightened her grip on the controls. Outside the ship, something blotted out the window. Seconds later a massive eye opened, peering inside. Rex lurched backwards in his seat at the same time that Ahsoka shrieked. Anakin fired off a string of curses as the lights began to flicker.
“Rex!” He shouted. “Check the power circuits now.”
Barely a beat later Rex was already out of his seat and dashing from the cockpit. He was nearly knocked off his feet by another forceful rock of the ship. The lights above his head flickered on repeat before they shut off. The ship was suddenly too warm. “Kriff,” he muttered under his breath. He supported himself on the ship's wall while his legs continued to carry him swiftly. The ship rocked again as he passed through the engine room door, knocking him into the wall. “Shit.”
One look at the diagnostics, and he could tell things were going downhill fast. He activated his comm, rushing to get his words out. “Those things are eating at the fuel tank,” he said. “From the outside.”
Anakin's voice carried to him, distorted. “How is that possible? They’re-”
Interference broke out across the comm. Rex was so startled he dropped it, quick to catch it before it could hit the ground. The ship suddenly lurched forward like it was entering hyperspace. Rex lurched with it, thrown forward before he had a chance to brace himself. His head slammed into a wall, and the room went dark.
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Fingers against his neck. A hand on his forehead. Whispers. Too hot. Too cold.
Rex groaned when he began to regain consciousness, sitting up slowly. That proved to be a mistake. The moment he moved, his head began to pound like a Coruscanti band hammering on their drums within his brain. Something pushed him back down. He was laying on a surface that wasn’t soft, but notably wasn’t the hard floor of the engine room. He’d been moved. He cracked his eyes open, met with two faces taking up his field of vision. With another groan, he allowed his eyes to slip shut again. If he was lucky, no one noticed he’d woken up.
“Rex!”
He was unlucky, then. Ahsoka’s voice caused a sharp pain to resonate throughout his head. She must’ve sensed it (who was he kidding, of course she had), because she immediately quieted down, repeating his name in a whisper. “Rex.”
“‘Soka.” After giving himself time to process that his pain wasn’t going to go away just because he was keeping his eyes closed, he fixed her and his general with a squint. “What happened?”
“You hit your head.” Ever so blunt, Anakin took over the conversation. “We had to land on an uncharted planet.”
“Land?” Ahsoka demanded incredulously. “You crashed.”
“I don’t crash, Snips.” He crossed his arms, appearing a bit smug. “The ship’s still flyable. We just need to find more fuel. Which is why Ahsoka and I will go out on a scouting mission- see if there’s anyone living around here.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” said Rex. “We just… crashed. What happened to those whales?”
“Gone.” Ahsoka shuddered. “And I hope it stays that way. Those things were creepy. They got into hyperspace. How is that possible?”
“Anything’s possible in a galaxy this big.” Anakin stood, giving Rex a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “Not to worry. We’ll be off this planet in no time. R2 will watch over you.”
That didn’t make Rex feel safe in the slightest, but he decided it was in his best interest to not insult the droid Skywalker seemed so fond of. “Of course,” he said. “Best of luck, General. Commander. Stay safe out there.”
“When are we not?” Anakin tossed him a toothy grin.
Rex wisely chose not to answer that question.
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They’d been walking for hours without any sign of civilization. Hours spent on what seemed to be a simple desert planet. Ahsoka could safely say she’d seen enough of those to last her a lifetime- between Tatooine and Geonosis, she felt no need to add another dustball to the list. There wasn’t a single building in sight. Not even a cave. Yet Anakin insisted they kept walking. He was determined to get off this planet. She was, too! She just wasn’t willing to die trying.
“Master,” she began, jogging to catch up with his long strides. “At this rate, we’re going to find the Twilight again- from the other side.”
“Just a little further,” he insisted. “There has to be someone out here. I can feel it.”
“What exactly are you feeling?” She wrinkled her nose. “There’s just sand everywhere.”
Anakin abruptly stopped walking and turned, causing her to crash face-first into his arm. He reached out to steady her. “You mean you can’t sense it?” He asked. When she shook her head, he frowned. “That’s impossible. The Force around this planet. It feels off.”
Her blood froze. There was no better way to describe the feeling. It felt as though her heart stopped, and she certainly wasn’t breathing. “Dark?”
“No. No, it’s- it’s something else.” His frown deepened. He was looking back in the direction of the Twilight. “It feels stale.”
She laughed off her nervousness. “I don’t think the Force can expire, Master.” She said, “Maybe we should get back to the ship now. I’m sure Rex is a bit worried by this point.”
“Back to the ship,” he echoed. She could see a spark of clarity in his vision. “Right. We’ll go back to the ship. Then, we can check on Rex.” He brushed past her and left Ahsoka standing there, staring at him in disbelief. With a sigh, she trudged after him. “Must be an echo on this blasted rock,” she grumbled.
The Force must have been on their side. The walk back to the ship felt much shorter than the walk away from it. It seemed as though they were back in minutes when it should have taken hours. Instantly, her spine prickled with something she hadn’t felt since… Mortis. Yet, the feeling wasn’t the exact same. Anakin was right. The Force around the planet was stale. How she hadn’t noticed it sooner, she had no idea, but she did know there was no good reason for the horrible feeling to be surrounding the Twilight. Her hands drifted towards her lightsabers, Anakin mimicking her action and going a step further, igniting his blade.
“Rex?” He called, beginning his slow walk up the ramp. He held his hand out to stop Ahsoka in her tracks, peering down the dark hall of the ship. Nothing. No reply. Ahsoka reasoned that Rex could just be sleeping. But somehow, she didn’t believe that. Everything was starting to feel wrong.
“Master,” she whispered. Anakin didn’t reply verbally, but she felt his acknowledgment ripple across their bond. Together, the two inched further into the ship. Anakin leapt into the medbay, and Ahsoka was hoping the worst that he would discover was a startled Rex. But of course, the Force changed allegiances very quickly, because Rex wasn’t there at all. A quick sweep of the ship showed he wasn’t anywhere.
“That’s impossible,” Anakin said once they were back in the cockpit. “We didn’t find anything. No trace, nothing. The planet’s abandoned.”
“We only traveled in one direction,” Ahsoka pointed out. “We could have missed something. Are the ship's scanners still online?”
Anakin fumbled for a moment to find the controls she was talking about. Soon, the scanner lit up, bright green radar reaching out for any heat signatures. Ahsoka couldn’t help but hold her breath while she watched it. Anakin stared intently as well. As much as Rex’s disappearance ate at her, she knew it grated on him even worse. He gave the order for Rex to stay along with only R2 for protection. She couldn’t help but exhale in relief when a red dot appeared on the radar. “There,” she breathed. “North.”
Anakin’s eyes narrowed. She could feel something dangerous radiating from him that she didn’t dare to name. Ignorance was bliss, and right now, she needed something positive to hold onto. Her master turned on his heel and stalked to the cockpit doors. He stopped only long enough to instruct her.
“Try to contact Obi-wan,” he said. “Or anyone. Stay here. Report to me on comms if anything appears.”
“Shouldn’t we stay together?” She asked. “Splitting up got us into this mess in the first place.”
“Ahsoka.” Right away, she knew it was the wrong move to bring up what had just happened. “I know what I’m doing. Stay with the ship.” Then, he was gone. Ahsoka settled into the co-pilot's seat with a heavy sigh.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” she muttered to herself.
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Rex was beginning to form a nasty habit of falling unconscious in dangerous situations.
He woke up on a flat surface. When he tried to sit up and take in his surroundings, he realized he couldn’t move his arms or legs. They were tied down. He hadn’t just passed out. He’d been captured. Quickly, he turned his head from side to side, attempting to catch his bearings. He was in a room crafted entirely of stone. Tubes lined the walls, some filled with liquid, others empty. The most notable was one large enough to hold an adult male. An adult male human. That revelation filled him with unease. The tank was filled with a strange luminescent blue liquid. Rex couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” He was jolted out of his thoughts, scanning the room once more. Laughter filled his ears. “You can’t see me,” the voice said. “I am behind you, clone. I don’t believe you can twist your head that far.”
“Where are we?” Rex tried to keep his calm, but he couldn’t keep sharpness from rising into his voice. The person tsked. Abruptly, an arm reached around his head, fingers digging into his jaw whilst a hand seized his face.
“A lab, if you couldn’t tell. One could assume you’d be familiar with them.” His head was jerked from side to side. This thing was studying him. “I suppose not.”
“What do you want?” His voice came out slurred. It was hard to talk with your cheeks being pressed to your tongue. At last, the thing released him.
“The pursuit of science.” Finally, it made its way into his line of sight. The first thing Rex noted was that the thing holding him captive was quite… small. Maybe only five feet. Ahsoka would be taller than it. It wore a long set of robes that brushed the floor when it walked. It was humanoid, but looking at it filled him with a sense of dread. Whatever it was, it wasn’t truly human. Only a poor imitation. Something wearing another being's skin. He shuddered. It laughed.
“You see,” it said. “I’m quite interested in cloning myself. Not for the reasons your army is, though. I’m afraid I have no wars for you to fight, little soldier.” It took something off one of the room's many shelves. A syringe. Rex struggled to scoot away from it to no avail; his bonds were tight enough to keep him held down. It had no regard for his fear, continuing on its monologue while waving the syringe around like it was something harmless. “Are you aware that clones are an unending source of energy? You never run out, and you’re not real, so of course you won’t be missed.”
“I’m real.” His voice was raw. This thing talked about him the same way some citizens of the Republic did. It left a sour taste in his mouth to know that clones were regarded as subhuman everywhere; even on little dust balls so far out of the inner rim they were uncharted. “You’re insane.”
“I’m innovative.” The tip of the syringe tapped against his leg. “And when I figure out how to clone you again, I will live forever. You can’t begin to imagine the blessing you’ve given me. I simply need to-”
It never got to finish its sentence. A boom behind Rex sounded, loud enough that a few bottles fell off their shelves and shattered on the floor. A second sound followed, this time right behind him. It sounded like a metal door falling off its hinges and slamming against the ground. The scientist- the thing was dragged through the air, screaming once more before it was silenced. Then Anakin entered Rex’s field of vision again, undoing the bonds that held him down against the table.
“General Skywalker. I’m glad to see you.” He sat up, rubbing his wrists. He hadn’t been tied down for long, but already, his skin was raw. He winced in displeasure. It wasn’t important enough to waste bacta on, and he didn’t exactly have access to regular lotion.
“Rex.” Anakin offered him a hand, helping him up from the table. “Are you alright? Did anything happen?”
“No idea, sir.” He dropped his hands to his side, ignoring the itching in his wrists. Whatever metal had been used to bind him was awful. His ankles hurt too; though not nearly as badly. “I know as much as you do.”
“Not good.” Anakin shook his head. “We have to get you back to the ship. Ahsoka's contacting Obi-wan.”
“General Kenobi’s here?”
“He’s on his way.” Anakin grinned. “He’ll be able to help us out of this mess.”
“Glad to hear it, general.” Rex sighed, relief crashing over him. “I can’t wait to get off this planet.” Anakin laughed, and Rex couldn’t help but laugh as well, albeit a little strained. Skywalker turned to leave the room, and Rex moved to follow him. He made it one step before his world was pitching sideways.
Again.
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The med-bay on the Negotiator was far too bright for Anakin's tastes. He’d barely been in there for a few minutes after Rex’s exam, and already he felt a migraine coming on. He seated himself in a chair by the captain's bedside. Moments later, his padawan joined him.
“How’s he doing?” She asked tentatively. Anakin glanced up at her, surprised when he found guilt on her face. It was hidden well, but he could read her better than anyone else. They had a bond, after all. The Force flowing between them practically made them siblings in every way that mattered.
“He’ll be alright.” Anakin turned his attention back to Rex. Already, his face was less pale, regaining some of its color. He didn’t know what that doctor had given him, but the sight of his friend suffering made him want to bring the madman back just so he could kill it again.
Maybe madman wasn’t the right term. Whatever that thing was, it wasn’t human in any way. The moment it was dead, the wrongness that had been plaguing Anakin since he arrived on that planet disappeared.
“Right.” Awkwardly, Ahsoka crossed her arms. Anakin shut his eyes. Breathed in. Breathed out.
“Snips,” he said. “You know- I’m not mad at you for anything that you said.”
She perked up at that. “Really?” She asked. “Because I really- I didn’t mean to imply you got him kidnapped,” she said. “I just didn’t want to lose both of you.”
“I know.” He stood up, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But you have to let go of that fear for the sake of the mission.”
Some of the relief faded from Ahsoka’s face. For a moment, she seemed conflicted. The words like you did were heavy on her tongue. Yet, she didn’t say them. Instead she nodded, her smile returning.
“I’m just glad,” she began. “That everything turned out alright.”
He smiled back at her. "Me too, Snips," he said. "Me too."
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yoomiii123 · 2 years
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The Runaways - Part 3: To rescue a friend
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Summary: Peter's PoV of the night he went back for Jasper.
Word Count: 2'625
Trigger Warnings: none
Rating: PG
“Look, there it is!”
A thousand crystals sparkled on Charlotte’s hand as she lifted it and pointed towards something in the distance. My eyes didn’t follow; my gaze captured by the bite mark between her thumb and index finger. We were so close now. With a bit of luck, I could be back before sunrise tomorrow, maybe even sooner. All I had to do, was—
The loud thump of Charlotte’s ornithology book being closed startled me from my thoughts. “You’re not listening at all, are you?”
“I’m sorry. Please, tell me about the log-bird you spotted.” I placed my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. The dry grass below us rustled as her body dragged over to mine.  
“Loggerhead shrike,” she corrected and placed her head on my chest. “But you’re not really interested in it.”
I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. “You’re interested, that’s good enough for me.”
“Usually, I would buy that, but you’ve been distracted for a while now. I told you we didn’t have to go this far south if it bothers you.”
It’s not Mexico that bothers me. It’s who’s down there.
I sighed and sat up. Charlotte slipped from my embrace and rolled over to her back, looking up at me. She was at ease, happier than I had ever dared to hope. The last four years had been everything she ever wanted, and she told me so regularly.
I had worried about running at first; about not being able to give her a home or something to hold on to, except for the few things we carried on our backs. But by the time we figured out that the world wasn’t at war, that this immortal existence wasn’t about constantly fighting for livestock, we had gotten used to it. She loved travelling, running up and down the continent, discovering something new every day. And I was more than happy to follow. To see something more of the world than just my small hometown in Arizona and the greater Monterrey area, where I had spent the first years of my second life.
But unlike Charlotte, who felt free like the birds—her newest obsession—, there was still something holding me back. I had done my best to confine that part of me to the darkest corners of my mind for the past five years, but with every happy moment we shared, it inched closer to the light. I hadn’t been able to lock it up again once we reached Texas. It was at the forefront of my consciousness now, ever present. This regret, this guilt over leaving my brother.
“I have to go back for him.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Charlotte responded immediately; her body tensed, and all serenity left her face. She was on her feet in an instant, arms crossed and eyes furious. “Absolutely not.”
I sighed. This conversation hadn’t been fun the first three times we had it and I doubted it would turn out differently this time around. But I couldn’t push it off any longer. “I owe it to him, Char. He saved your life. And mine, twice!”
“We owe him nothing. He didn’t save us; he just decided not to kill us. That’s the decent thing to do, Peter. Most of the vampires we met over the last years did the exact same thing, yet I don’t recall us owing them anything.”
“It’s different down there,” I tried again, though I already suspected it would be useless. She never saw a real battle and I was eternally thankful for that. But it also made justifying Jasper’s actions to her very difficult.
“That’s no excuse. You were down there too and yet you treated us with some respect. He didn’t care at all.”
That’s where you’re wrong, I thought. Jasper did care, she just didn’t see it. She wasn’t there for the fights. For the purges. She didn’t see the way his eyes mourned, the way he kept vigil over the burned bodies of his soldiers. But I did, and I was convinced he wouldn’t stay if he knew that Maria’s tales of war had been a lie.
“You’ve already made up your mind, haven’t you?” Charlotte spat. Her jaw was clenched tightly now, her expression unreadable. But her eyes revealed just how betrayed she felt.
And despite how much I cared for her, she was right. Nothing she could say was going to change my mind. I had lost brothers before; I had to try and save this one at least. “I can’t do this anymore if I don’t, Char. I can’t be happy knowing I didn’t even try to help him. The regret is eating me alive.”
“And what about me? Losing you is going to eat me alive.”
I had no words. I wasn’t going to lie to her and promise I would come back. I knew that there was a very real chance I wouldn’t. Even if I made it down to Monterrey without incidents, I could run into Maria first. Or one of her newborns. There even was a small risk that Jasper had a change of heart; that he would kill me the moment he laid eyes on me. I had spent countless days agonising over these possibilities, and I had come to terms with them. If there was the slightest chance that I could save my brother from another century of pointless war, I had to take it.
“So, you’re choosing him over me after all.” A tearless sob escaped Charlotte’s throat.
It pained me to see her like that. I wanted to hold and comfort her, but she recoiled, wrapping her own arms around her tiny body as if she was trying to keep herself together. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
I ran a hand over my face and turned my eyes to the sky, silently hoping to find an answer written somewhere in the clouds. But the blush-pink endlessness just stared back at me through the leafy canopy, wordless. There was no other way, nothing I could say to ease her pain. My actions were going to hurt her, and I was ready to accept that.
“At least let me come with you,” Charlotte whispered after a minute of agonizing silence. The sorrow in her voice went straight through my chest and clutched my dead heart, crushing it. She had come closer; was almost within reach of my arms now.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip. “No, I cannot risk that.”
“So, you can go and throw your life away to save a monster, and I cannot even try to protect the man I love?” Bitterness laced her words like a serpent’s sting.
“It’s safer this way. I won’t be able to focus on myself if you’re down there with me,” I replied, reaching for her hand again. She pulled it away.
“And if you don’t come back?”
I swallowed my grief down, but my voice still didn’t muster the encouragement I had hoped for. “You’ll figure it out. You’re strong. And smart. And we’ll always have the last five years.”
She was in my arms within the blink of an eye, wrapping hers around my waist so tightly I was glad she’d lost her newborn strength years ago. “You better come back. I don’t want to figure it out without you,” she muttered.
I rested my chin on the top of her head and memorized how it felt to hold her. Me either.
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The sun had long gone when I left, my initial plans to be back before sunrise squashed by the sudden reality of losing my mate and leaving her to fend for herself. But despite all of the pain, my resolve didn’t waiver. I had to do this. Not just for Jasper, but also for us. I couldn’t spend an eternity living with regret. That wasn’t fair to myself or Charlotte.
I pushed my legs to the brink, only stopping once to replenish my strength before crossing the border. Avoiding big towns and keeping to the woods and mountains as far as possible, I worked my way towards Monterrey, praying to the only god I knew that Jasper would still be there. If he wasn’t, there was a good chance that this endeavour would end before I even had a chance to talk to him.
My worry spiked when I came across the scents of at least six vampires just a few minutes outside Valladares. There was no trace of Jasper and Maria with them, so either they had replaced me or there was another army this close to Monterrey. Either way, it didn’t bode well for me. I slowed down, paying more attention to my surroundings, keeping my eyes out for scouts. But there were none. I passed the Cerro Tía Chena to the west without hindrance and crossed through the valley towards the city just as the first light appeared on the horizon.
There were more tracks now, and they quickly mixed with the blood of humans starting their day. I made it halfway around the city before the sunlight became too worrisome and I had to hide in the poorly protected basement of a nearby farmhouse.
I crawled through the narrow window again at sundown, hungry and nervous. My scent had been lingering in the area for an entire day now. It was very likely that someone had followed it. The eerie feeling of eyes on my back didn’t disappear, despite me not being able to make out any red eyes in the small crowds of people going after their evening activities. Eventually, my thirst drove me to risk it. After running for five hours and hiding for almost triple of that, I was famished. And that one old woman walking her dog just smelled too good.
After carrying the corpse out to the Parque Nacional and burying her alongside her pet without incident, I was positive that my fears had been for naught. If someone was watching me, they would have attacked before I hunted on their territory. The thought was just as comforting as it was troubling. The chances that Maria and Jasper had moved on to God knew where were rising by the minute.
I checked the barn next, but it was abandoned too. There was only one more place I could go to now; a small cavern system to the south of the city. This was where I woke up after being turned. It was my last shot.
I had just crossed back around the city and disappeared in the trees of the forest, when I suddenly heard another set of inhumanly fast feet behind me. Someone had picked up my trail. After all these hours, my luck had run out.
I pushed on, hoping to find a small clearing or plateau ahead. A place where it would be easier to spot the attackers coming for me. But the other vampire was fast, he was closing in. At least his were the only steps I could perceive; my pursuer was alone. I jumped over a fallen log and hid behind the next best boulder I could find. There was no way I would outrun him—or her.
Just as I stopped, the forest suddenly turned silent. The other set of steps had disappeared as well, and there was nothing audible now, except for the distant buzzing of the city. Did I get away?
No, of course not. I realised my mistake a split-second too late, just as a white flash descended from the tree above and landed on the forest floor just a few feet away. My body instinctively braced itself for the attack as my eyes scanned the opponent for any weaknesses when I suddenly recognised him. His posture seemed off and his skin was even more mangled than when I last saw him, but there was no mistake. The man crouching in front of me like a wounded tiger was my former brother in arms. “Jasper?”
“So, it is you. I didn’t believe it at first when the scout told me a ‘tall gringo’ was walking around the city as if he owned the place.” The small smile that danced on his lips as he straightened up was enough for me to lower my guard fully. Still, there was a heavy air around him, trying to drag me down. I doubted that it was a conscious effort, he didn’t look like he was going to attack anymore. Still, it was odd for him to his control slack like that.
“Where’s the girl?” he asked before I could figure out the right way to greet him.
I smiled; he remembered her without contempt in his voice. This was a good sign. “Charlotte’s fine. She’s waiting for me up north. It was easier to do this without her.”
“I’m glad to hear that. You should go back to her, Peter. It isn’t a good time to be around here.”
“I will, after I’ve told you what I’ve come to say.”
Jasper’s eyes darted around, as if he was scanning the area for danger. Wasn’t this their territory anymore?
“You better be quick about it then. Maria has people watching me. It won’t be long before they find us, and you’ll best be on your way by then.”
I raised an eyebrow. Maria was watching him? Things certainly had changed. But he was right, there was time for questions later. After, I convinced him to come with me. Hopefully.
“She lied to us,” I started. “The world is not all territorial fights and newborn armies. Charlotte and I have been living peacefully for almost five years now. We haven’t seen a fight since we left here.”
Jasper’s eyes stopped racing and focused on me. “That’s impossible.”
“It’s not, I swear. There are covens up north too, but they coexist amicably. No bad blood and certainly no armies. Most of us live as nomads though, it’s easier to hunt when on the move. And it’s also quite fun to discover what the world has to offer. I saw snow for the first time a few years ago, it was quite the experience.”
“Coexist amicably?” he echoed, running a hand over his face in disbelief.
I nodded. “Yes. We’ve had a lot of interesting conversations. Some even invited us to hunt with them. It’s not at all like it is down here.”
“And the Volturi?”
“We haven’t heard a word of them either.” I carefully reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. Jasper flinched at first, but he didn’t brush it off. “Look, I know this place—Maria—is your home. But it doesn’t have to be. You could come with me, travel with us. Get away from this pointless war. We—”
“Okay.”
Disbelief slipped from my tongue before I could stop it. “What?!”
“We should leave immediately, before Maria learns of this,” Jasper said. “Unless you changed your mind?”
“No, I— Of course, let’s go,” I stuttered, dumbfounded by how easy it had been to convince him.
My mind was still trying to wrap itself around what had happened as we ran down the mountain. Jasper led us in a big circle around the city before we headed north. And even though my legs were still tired from the sprint yesterday, running had never felt easier. The chains of regret that were holding me back for the last five years had been cut, I had my brother at my side again, and nothing would be able to stop us from leaving this wretched place behind. 
All I had to hope for now was that Charlotte would eventually forgive me for this.
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ponydoodles · 6 months
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humans forever will love funny little horses. love and peace and ponies runs in our blood
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chaoticdumbassrogue · 2 years
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twilight: vampires and wolves have some deep blood feud that only heals when an adult develops a soulmate bond to a baby
Dracula: is the boss of wolves. Uses wolves to fix his problems or make problems not as big with other problems
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