She paced back and forth, hands on her mouth, gathering and trying to intake the new information in her brain; I sat on the hill watching her.
“Why?” she finally said, I shrugged and grinned grimly, “Goddamn, answer me, Cynddylan!” she demanded, “I have my own reasons…” I replied, she grunted in frustration,
“...is not answer!” she added sharply. “Look, just a month ago YOU wanted ME dead, and now you apparently want ‘my safety’. Call me stupid, but I don’t understand! So please explain!” she ranted on, and started pacing again.
“My sister would have killed you, you know…” I said quietly, she stopped, turned, and glared at me. “Tell me something I don’t know.” she said. I could see tears building up in her eyes, and her fighting them. “Then why did you escape? You said yourself you wanted to die, but does Jacob want you dead? I saved you! I couldn’t let my sister have you!” I said.
“Jacob? You better not have harmed them!” she snarled, “Actually, don’t answer why you saved me, I understand…” she said softly, I was surprised at the change of tone in her voice, did she really understand? She walked up to me, and sat down beside me. She looked deep into my eyes, I stared into hers, wondering in them. Her expression, thoughtful and soft,
“This is all a ‘deadly’ game and I’m the prize!” she said, disgusted, and slapped me again, my heart sank, again. I really thought she understood, she stood, up and began walking.
“No, it’s not!” I said coldly. She turned at me, disbelief sculpted on her face. “Really, I swear, on my honour!” I swore, my hand on my chest, she walked back, and smiled humourlessly.
“What honour?” she asked softly, but grimly as well.
“I’ll prove it!” I said in the same sly, but grave tone as her.
“Go ahead…” she said grim humour in her voice. Her face only centimetres away from mine, was scanning my eyes, for any hint of slyness or untruthfulness. I couldn’t bear it anymore, I grabbed her and kissed her, it felt sweet, and good, but in some way wrong. Renesmee struggled to get away, ant then finally ripped away from me,
“You bloody double dealing bastard! Is that what you call ‘honour’? I already AM in love, and would NEVER scoop so low as you!” She ranted; her hands covered her mouth, and pacing fast back and forth, “Oh my God… Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Can’t believe that just happened…!” she cried.
Renesmee
I was utterly baffled at the man's behaviour. I felt like slapping myself too; was I dreaming? Cynddylan Abraxas Orphée was... was... God I don't even want to THINK it. Or was this another of his cunning tricks? Well if it is it takes the biscuit! Before I could stop myself I considered him; he was dashingly handsome, strong, maybe even "a nice guy"-NO! Appalled and furious at myself, how could I consider such a monster, when I already have a perfect boyfriend to which Cynddylan could never be compared to! Jacob was a zillion times greater! What a freak! I suddenly I realised that HE was watching me very closely.
"Do you realise that I'm only 17 human years and you're...?"
"1858 years old this March." He smiled warmly and inclined his head politely. My eyes wide and mouth dropped. EEWW!!! FREAK!! FREAK!! FREAK!!
"What suddenly chanced your mind? Don't you remember what you did just a few weeks ago?!" I asked appalled and disgusted.
"Well I forgot those painful moments, and I am sorry with all my heart, but can't get past these walls of hate and forgive me, dear Renesmee Carlie Cullen?" He sang and pleaded. He sounded like a desperate, love-stricken bard. I still am disgusted at the monster. I staggered back and ALMOST fell, but I was caught. I jumped off him soon as he touched me. I wanted to run, but my legs were too cold and they were petrified. I stepped away again; I just couldn't get away from him! And sat down on the almost softness of the ground.
Cynddylan
She continued to rant on. I watched her closely, waiting for her to stop. She looked at me once again, a burning, chocolate, fire burned in her eyes, a fire of rage. It was…beautiful. Anger suited her very well; it almost was her best emotion. The wind blew elegantly, whispering what it seemed like, Renesmee’s name. Her auburn curls blew like chocolate swirls dancing in a slight autumn breeze. Leaves from the tree tops above fell from the heavens and landed in Renesmee’s auburn locks. She ran out of breath, she gave up. She sank to her knees, in defeat, and let out a deep breath.
“Are you done?” I asked softly, I walked up to her and sat down beside her, I put my arm around her shoulder, and she shook it away. I signed a laugh.
“For now… look, I-I’m sorry I’m being rude but I don’t get it how someone who wanted me DEAD is now willing to do anything for my safety…” she whispered.
“Well, people change, don’t they?” I chuckled; I was, to be honest, as confused as her.
“Yeah, but you just kissed me, when you know perfectly well that I’m already in love, and it’s NOT with YOU!” she began again.
“Love is a cruel mistress…” I signed
“What the Hell?!” she demanded, “It’s not my fault your idea of a date is kidnapping a girl! So forgive me but I’m not interested, Orpheé!” she ranted.
“What?! Sorry I was lost in a memory, of my previous... lover…” I admitted, I said the last word, in an awkward fashion.
“What?” she asked, softly and curiously. I suppose it was time for someone else to know…
“Why?” she finally said, I shrugged and grinned grimly, “Goddamn, answer me, Cynddylan!” she demanded, “I have my own reasons…” I replied, she grunted in frustration,
“...is not answer!” she added sharply. “Look, just a month ago YOU wanted ME dead, and now you apparently want ‘my safety’. Call me stupid, but I don’t understand! So please explain!” she ranted on, and started pacing again.
“My sister would have killed you, you know…” I said quietly, she stopped, turned, and glared at me. “Tell me something I don’t know.” she said. I could see tears building up in her eyes, and her fighting them. “Then why did you escape? You said yourself you wanted to die, but does Jacob want you dead? I saved you! I couldn’t let my sister have you!” I said.
“Jacob? You better not have harmed them!” she snarled, “Actually, don’t answer why you saved me, I understand…” she said softly, I was surprised at the change of tone in her voice, did she really understand? She walked up to me, and sat down beside me. She looked deep into my eyes, I stared into hers, wondering in them. Her expression, thoughtful and soft,
“This is all a ‘deadly’ game and I’m the prize!” she said, disgusted, and slapped me again, my heart sank, again. I really thought she understood, she stood, up and began walking.
“No, it’s not!” I said coldly. She turned at me, disbelief sculpted on her face. “Really, I swear, on my honour!” I swore, my hand on my chest, she walked back, and smiled humourlessly.
“What honour?” she asked softly, but grimly as well.
“I’ll prove it!” I said in the same sly, but grave tone as her.
“Go ahead…” she said grim humour in her voice. Her face only centimetres away from mine, was scanning my eyes, for any hint of slyness or untruthfulness. I couldn’t bear it anymore, I grabbed her and kissed her, it felt sweet, and good, but in some way wrong. Renesmee struggled to get away, ant then finally ripped away from me,
“You bloody double dealing bastard! Is that what you call ‘honour’? I already AM in love, and would NEVER scoop so low as you!” She ranted; her hands covered her mouth, and pacing fast back and forth, “Oh my God… Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Can’t believe that just happened…!” she cried.
Renesmee
I was utterly baffled at the man's behaviour. I felt like slapping myself too; was I dreaming? Cynddylan Abraxas Orphée was... was... God I don't even want to THINK it. Or was this another of his cunning tricks? Well if it is it takes the biscuit! Before I could stop myself I considered him; he was dashingly handsome, strong, maybe even "a nice guy"-NO! Appalled and furious at myself, how could I consider such a monster, when I already have a perfect boyfriend to which Cynddylan could never be compared to! Jacob was a zillion times greater! What a freak! I suddenly I realised that HE was watching me very closely.
"Do you realise that I'm only 17 human years and you're...?"
"1858 years old this March." He smiled warmly and inclined his head politely. My eyes wide and mouth dropped. EEWW!!! FREAK!! FREAK!! FREAK!!
"What suddenly chanced your mind? Don't you remember what you did just a few weeks ago?!" I asked appalled and disgusted.
"Well I forgot those painful moments, and I am sorry with all my heart, but can't get past these walls of hate and forgive me, dear Renesmee Carlie Cullen?" He sang and pleaded. He sounded like a desperate, love-stricken bard. I still am disgusted at the monster. I staggered back and ALMOST fell, but I was caught. I jumped off him soon as he touched me. I wanted to run, but my legs were too cold and they were petrified. I stepped away again; I just couldn't get away from him! And sat down on the almost softness of the ground.
Cynddylan
She continued to rant on. I watched her closely, waiting for her to stop. She looked at me once again, a burning, chocolate, fire burned in her eyes, a fire of rage. It was…beautiful. Anger suited her very well; it almost was her best emotion. The wind blew elegantly, whispering what it seemed like, Renesmee’s name. Her auburn curls blew like chocolate swirls dancing in a slight autumn breeze. Leaves from the tree tops above fell from the heavens and landed in Renesmee’s auburn locks. She ran out of breath, she gave up. She sank to her knees, in defeat, and let out a deep breath.
“Are you done?” I asked softly, I walked up to her and sat down beside her, I put my arm around her shoulder, and she shook it away. I signed a laugh.
“For now… look, I-I’m sorry I’m being rude but I don’t get it how someone who wanted me DEAD is now willing to do anything for my safety…” she whispered.
“Well, people change, don’t they?” I chuckled; I was, to be honest, as confused as her.
“Yeah, but you just kissed me, when you know perfectly well that I’m already in love, and it’s NOT with YOU!” she began again.
“Love is a cruel mistress…” I signed
“What the Hell?!” she demanded, “It’s not my fault your idea of a date is kidnapping a girl! So forgive me but I’m not interested, Orpheé!” she ranted.
“What?! Sorry I was lost in a memory, of my previous... lover…” I admitted, I said the last word, in an awkward fashion.
“What?” she asked, softly and curiously. I suppose it was time for someone else to know…
