19: Every Breath tu Take
Master watched and listened to everything that was happening. Master was less than pleased with the progress that Jack and Rosalie’s relationship was making. Master had believed that with time, it would have fallen apart.
For once, Master was wrong and this made Master very angry.
Master let it’s eyes drift from the lovebirds to IT. Smiling, Master saw that IT was doing IT’s job correctly. IT was back on the trail of the carriage, making IT’s way through Canada. Along the way, IT had taken down half a dozen undead monsters, and several más since IT had entered Canada.
Master sighed and sat down. Dr. grua, grúa entered the room then. He smiled at IT’s image. “Your creation is doing wonders. tu must be proud.”
Master looked at smiled. “Yes. IT is exceeding in ways I never even dreamed.” Dr. grua, grúa nodded, his eyes drifting from IT to Jack and Rosalie. Master let it’s eyes follow Dr. Crane’s and growled quietly at the image of them.
“Why her? What is about her that drives you?” Dr. grua, grúa asked the master, his voice calm and soothing. Master turned to him; his face showed that he had neglected to shave recently though it gave him a rugged good looking appeal. His chin was pointed and narrow, his cheeks sugar cane white, his eyes an enchanting blue, not too dark, not too light. And like all vampires, he was pale and gorgeous. Master had created him-had altered the color of his eyes for Master’s own needs-and kept him in the case IT o Master itself were injured.
“She…” Master stopped and shook it’s head. “Let’s just say I’ve got a serious bone to pick with her.” Dr. grua, grúa nodded and Master looked at the image again, it hadn’t changed-they were still on the carriage, which was not moving, and she lay on Jack.
IT was moving swiftly, IT knew that the trail IT was on was hours old yet sensed that newer ones were coming up. IT was más determined than ever to get the blonde that Master so craved. Even if it meant killing that dark-haired vampire that had stopped IT and injured IT. Yes, IT would have no problem with that.
Master looked on as IT raced at great speeds, practically invincible. Master smiled proudly, IT was truly Master’s shinning glory. While Dr. grua, grúa was no doubt a valuable asset, Master could not conceive existing the way it did without IT to finish, to take out as many vampiros as possible-and to bring Rosalie Hale to Master. Master wanted IT to bring her alive-IT was más than capable.
o so Master hoped.
While Master watched, IT easily took down two más nomads. The world was now two vampiros shorter-and better for it. Master smiled proudly. “You are doing very well my son. Continue and find her. Then bring her to me.” IT looked up at the sky and nodded-Master saw this and smiled.
“Soon. I can hardly wait.”
“It will be quite intriguing-to finally learn why tu feel so strongly.” Master smiled at Dr. Crane.
“Like I said, I have a bone to pick with her.” Master had been following her for so long-long before Dr. Crane, long before IT even-and Master would make sure the last thing Rosalie Lillian Hale saw was Master’s eyes, burning into her soul.
Master watched and listened to everything that was happening. Master was less than pleased with the progress that Jack and Rosalie’s relationship was making. Master had believed that with time, it would have fallen apart.
For once, Master was wrong and this made Master very angry.
Master let it’s eyes drift from the lovebirds to IT. Smiling, Master saw that IT was doing IT’s job correctly. IT was back on the trail of the carriage, making IT’s way through Canada. Along the way, IT had taken down half a dozen undead monsters, and several más since IT had entered Canada.
Master sighed and sat down. Dr. grua, grúa entered the room then. He smiled at IT’s image. “Your creation is doing wonders. tu must be proud.”
Master looked at smiled. “Yes. IT is exceeding in ways I never even dreamed.” Dr. grua, grúa nodded, his eyes drifting from IT to Jack and Rosalie. Master let it’s eyes follow Dr. Crane’s and growled quietly at the image of them.
“Why her? What is about her that drives you?” Dr. grua, grúa asked the master, his voice calm and soothing. Master turned to him; his face showed that he had neglected to shave recently though it gave him a rugged good looking appeal. His chin was pointed and narrow, his cheeks sugar cane white, his eyes an enchanting blue, not too dark, not too light. And like all vampires, he was pale and gorgeous. Master had created him-had altered the color of his eyes for Master’s own needs-and kept him in the case IT o Master itself were injured.
“She…” Master stopped and shook it’s head. “Let’s just say I’ve got a serious bone to pick with her.” Dr. grua, grúa nodded and Master looked at the image again, it hadn’t changed-they were still on the carriage, which was not moving, and she lay on Jack.
IT was moving swiftly, IT knew that the trail IT was on was hours old yet sensed that newer ones were coming up. IT was más determined than ever to get the blonde that Master so craved. Even if it meant killing that dark-haired vampire that had stopped IT and injured IT. Yes, IT would have no problem with that.
Master looked on as IT raced at great speeds, practically invincible. Master smiled proudly, IT was truly Master’s shinning glory. While Dr. grua, grúa was no doubt a valuable asset, Master could not conceive existing the way it did without IT to finish, to take out as many vampiros as possible-and to bring Rosalie Hale to Master. Master wanted IT to bring her alive-IT was más than capable.
o so Master hoped.
While Master watched, IT easily took down two más nomads. The world was now two vampiros shorter-and better for it. Master smiled proudly. “You are doing very well my son. Continue and find her. Then bring her to me.” IT looked up at the sky and nodded-Master saw this and smiled.
“Soon. I can hardly wait.”
“It will be quite intriguing-to finally learn why tu feel so strongly.” Master smiled at Dr. Crane.
“Like I said, I have a bone to pick with her.” Master had been following her for so long-long before Dr. Crane, long before IT even-and Master would make sure the last thing Rosalie Lillian Hale saw was Master’s eyes, burning into her soul.
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The título comes from the descripción a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd amor to hear what tu like o hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The título comes from the descripción a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd amor to hear what tu like o hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl