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In days gone by, there once was a land where the moss and vines grew thick, and the trees hid the forest floor from the sunlight. This was a place where gray-billowed clouds covered the sky, sucking the shadows from the Earth and spewing them back as fog and rain.
It was the perfect place for monsters and all manner of scary creatures to hide.
Under the sheltering pines and towering mountains of this mysterious land, there lived an immortal prince, named Edward, who scarcely noticed the passage of time. He would have even ignored the rising and the setting of the sun, save the demand that he retreat from its full brilliance. Thus, the immortal prince lived in the twilight and nothing could break his gloom, not even the moon.
Now, the prince had a gift. He could read minds. Some would say it was a marvelous gift; but the immortal prince was tormented, por the meandering and mundane musings of mere mortals, and he was vexed to be the only bachelor in a household of happily-married couples. Therefore, the prince deemed mind-reading a curse.
But it was not his only curse, for the prince's immortality was a poisonous seed that left him sleepless and thirsty for blood. Only through patient and persistent self-denial, did the immortal prince resist feasting on humans and confine himself to animales of lesser sentience.
One day, the prince and his equally-immortal siblings ventured forth to a nearby village, as was their custom, to interact with the youth, who could play in the sun and run in the mountains and dine upon the fruits of the Earth. It was in this village, while the immortal prince hid in the shadows, that he spied a young girl in a bake shop, whose mind was mysteriously silent and whose blood gave off the most tantalizing aroma.
So desirable was the maiden, that a darkness captured the prince, and he thought to devour her; but instead, he fled his homeland in shame for having considered violating his father's teachings that prohibited the consumption of human blood. Yet, when the prince arrived in another kingdom, where he disappeared behind the snowdrifts, the haunted face of the young girl appeared to him, silently whispering that there were secrets the prince had still to find.
por the beckoning light that shone from the girl's questioning eyes and illuminated the agony of his immortality, the prince journeyed home, where he sought his sister's advice.
"Sister Alice, what am I to do?" he asked. "I don't want to kill the girl."
"Bella," Sister Alice whispered. "Her name is Bella, and there are but two paths I see before you: either tu will yield to the temptation of her blood or, someday, Bella will be one of us."
No one I know would ever bet against Alice, but Edward did; and he continued frequenting the village and pretended to ignore Bella.
"Silly Edward, now the future is most uncertain," Sister Alice complained.
It just so happened that Bella worked in the bakery and she made the most wonderful gingerbread men in the world. People from far and wide wanted Bella's confections, so Edward had a good excuse to see her.
"Hello," Edward said. "I'm Prince Edward. Can I buy your gingerbread men and will tu converse with me about absolutely nothing of consequence?"
For her part, Bella developed a rather unhealthy obsession with the enigmatic prince and his family, and she began to piece together bits of gossip about them.
"Friends, what say tu of Prince Edward and his family?"
"They are very beautiful, but they are really, really weird" dicho the jealous and spiteful Jessica.
"I wish they would adopt me," sighed the gentle Angela.
"He looks like he wants to eat you," grumbled Mike, who wanted Bella's gingerbread men to himself.
Then, one snowy afternoon as Edward was making his way to the bakery, he observed Bella laboring on the path. She was quite unaware that a village idiot - one of many, it later turned out - was recklessly herding an old toro and two cows to market. Impatient, the boy whacked a stick across the backs of the pitiful beasties to hurry them along and they responded por stampeding straight down the path toward Bella.
Edward reacted immediately, without a thought for his safety o that of his family; he swooped in and gathered Bella in his arms before the ungulate animales could gore her with their bony horns o pound her into the ground beneath their hooves.
Bella was astounded. "How did tu get over here so fast?" she asked, mentally adding 'fast' to the lista of bizarre behavioral traits she had noticed about Edward and his family. When Edward refused to answer, Bella became angry and she added 'secretive' to her list, as well.
"I'm not going to tell anyone," she stammered. "I just want to know."
While Edward's refusal to answer drew Bella's ire, her anger was nothing compared to the fury Edward faced at home.
"Your carelessness will reveal our kind to the villagers," dicho Sister Rosalie. "The girl was supposed to die."
"I could not stand por and watch her die," the prince said.
"No, the girl must be destroyed," argued Sister Alice's world-weary husband, Jasper.
But Sister Alice spoke sternly to him, "I will be most put out, because one día I will amor her, too"
"Love her?" Edward's family gasped, each processing the import of the revelation in his o her own way. "Love Bella?"
"That's what's been going on? You're in love?" snorted Brother Emmett, whose laughter would have had him rolling on the floor, if his wife, Sister Rosalie, hadn't kicked him in the shins.
"Well, it's about time," sighed Mother Esme, who had long worried that Edward would never find someone to love. "I know she will amor tu back."
"Well, this changes things," dicho Father Carlisle. "No one will hurt Bella."
The Prince was confused. He loved his father and his mother and all his siblings, even the persnickety Rosalie, but he was adamant that he did not amor Bella. But . . . he was certainly curious. Yes, he most curious, indeed; but he said, "I can resist all temptation. This will pass."
And time did pass, but the raging curiosity about Bella did not. In fact, it grew till one night the Prince could oso, oso de the curiosity no longer, and he estola secretly away to her house at the edge of the forest and climbed into her window.
"Oh," the Prince whispered to the sleeping girl. "Bella, tu are the most amazing creature in all the world. I would trade anything to hear your mind, if only for a minute."
The Prince was sad, because he knew that his strong, pale hands had caused the demise of many and that he did not deserve Bella's secrets. Resolving to retreat into the night and flee far from the village, the Prince stepped close for one last look.
And Bella spoke.
"Edward," she mumbled. Then, through the weight of her slumber, she added, "I amor you; don't go."
"Ah," Edward said, as the warmth of those words filled his cold, dead heart; and he fell deeply and irrevocably in love.
Thus, night after night, Prince Edward returned to Bella's room to listen for the words from her dreams; and día after day, he offered Bella his protection and sought her company, except of course, on those days when the sun rained down upon his path.
In the meantime, Jacob, the wretched town cur, observed the prince's unhealthy interest in Bella and whispered, "Be warned, fair Bella, stay away from the prince and his family. Why their very presence brings the wolfmen to life."
Bella only laughed, "They are just like other men; they only want my gingerbread."
"Your Prince is a 'cold one' and a drinker of blood; he will not be hungry for gingerbread men," Jacob said. "I have even heard that their psychic has already seen your death."
Deep in her heart, Bella knew that Jacob was right: Edward and his family were monsters.
The siguiente time Edward came into the bakery, Bella declared, "I know tu are a vampire, but I don't care; I am not the running and screaming type."
"Then, I will carry tu deep into the forest."
"Aren't tu afraid of the wolves?" Bella inquired.
"No, of course not. lobos are like children: they only care to play and sleep and eat. I want tu to see who I really am." dicho Edward. "Are tu afraid?"
"No," she answered, as she packed her picnic basket. "I'm only afraid of losing you."
Silly Bella. Of course, she should have been afraid.
Deeper and deeper into the forest they went, until at last they came to an encantada meadow; it was there that Edward revealed the mysteries and burdens of his cursed immortality.
"Edward, your skin is like diamonds; tu are beautiful."
"These are not diamonds, Bella, these are the scales of a snake. A killer, Bella."
She looked into Edward's beautiful golden eyes and murmured, "You will not hurt me."
"I wanted to kill you; you're scent is like ambrosia to the fiend that lurks beneath my breast," Edward groaned.
"I trust you," Bella declared.
"How can tu trust me, when I cannot trust myself?" Edward lamented, but inside he remembered Bella's sleep-talking and hoped that the fragile girl with the remarkable scent would bring an end to his loneliness.
"How can I help you?" Bella asked.
Edward paused; hearing not the sound of a solitary thought, he said, "Well, there is one thing. Just don't move." And with those words, Edward pressed his frozen lips to Bella's soft mouth ever so gently.
Edward was certain that two enamorados had never before shared such a kiss; and that he could indeed resist the call of Bella's blood, and would never harm her intentionally.
Unfortunately, the fickle Bella was not impressed and decidedly less fascinated than before. Suddenly, she began to wonder what manner of temper Edward might display when she rejected him, so she began to unpack her wickedly aromatic gingerbread men.
"Tell me love, why have tu brought all these gingerbread men?" Edward inquired.
"Silly Edward, I know tu do not eat o drink anything, but the lobos will want something for dessert."
Upon hearing Bella's words and smelling ginger in the air, the lobos sprang from their slumber and ripped the prince to pieces. Never forget: sleeping perros lie.
Disclaimer: The world of Twilight belongs to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. I just want to play with her toys. Limited dialog and text from the Twilight saga appear within the following text. No copyright infringement is intended.
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In days gone by, there once was a land where the moss and vines grew thick, and the trees hid the forest floor from the sunlight. This was a place where gray-billowed clouds covered the sky, sucking the shadows from the Earth and spewing them back as fog and rain.
It was the perfect place for monsters and all manner of scary creatures to hide.
Under the sheltering pines and towering mountains of this mysterious land, there lived an immortal prince, named Edward, who scarcely noticed the passage of time. He would have even ignored the rising and the setting of the sun, save the demand that he retreat from its full brilliance. Thus, the immortal prince lived in the twilight and nothing could break his gloom, not even the moon.
Now, the prince had a gift. He could read minds. Some would say it was a marvelous gift; but the immortal prince was tormented, por the meandering and mundane musings of mere mortals, and he was vexed to be the only bachelor in a household of happily-married couples. Therefore, the prince deemed mind-reading a curse.
But it was not his only curse, for the prince's immortality was a poisonous seed that left him sleepless and thirsty for blood. Only through patient and persistent self-denial, did the immortal prince resist feasting on humans and confine himself to animales of lesser sentience.
One day, the prince and his equally-immortal siblings ventured forth to a nearby village, as was their custom, to interact with the youth, who could play in the sun and run in the mountains and dine upon the fruits of the Earth. It was in this village, while the immortal prince hid in the shadows, that he spied a young girl in a bake shop, whose mind was mysteriously silent and whose blood gave off the most tantalizing aroma.
So desirable was the maiden, that a darkness captured the prince, and he thought to devour her; but instead, he fled his homeland in shame for having considered violating his father's teachings that prohibited the consumption of human blood. Yet, when the prince arrived in another kingdom, where he disappeared behind the snowdrifts, the haunted face of the young girl appeared to him, silently whispering that there were secrets the prince had still to find.
por the beckoning light that shone from the girl's questioning eyes and illuminated the agony of his immortality, the prince journeyed home, where he sought his sister's advice.
"Sister Alice, what am I to do?" he asked. "I don't want to kill the girl."
"Bella," Sister Alice whispered. "Her name is Bella, and there are but two paths I see before you: either tu will yield to the temptation of her blood or, someday, Bella will be one of us."
No one I know would ever bet against Alice, but Edward did; and he continued frequenting the village and pretended to ignore Bella.
"Silly Edward, now the future is most uncertain," Sister Alice complained.
It just so happened that Bella worked in the bakery and she made the most wonderful gingerbread men in the world. People from far and wide wanted Bella's confections, so Edward had a good excuse to see her.
"Hello," Edward said. "I'm Prince Edward. Can I buy your gingerbread men and will tu converse with me about absolutely nothing of consequence?"
For her part, Bella developed a rather unhealthy obsession with the enigmatic prince and his family, and she began to piece together bits of gossip about them.
"Friends, what say tu of Prince Edward and his family?"
"They are very beautiful, but they are really, really weird" dicho the jealous and spiteful Jessica.
"I wish they would adopt me," sighed the gentle Angela.
"He looks like he wants to eat you," grumbled Mike, who wanted Bella's gingerbread men to himself.
Then, one snowy afternoon as Edward was making his way to the bakery, he observed Bella laboring on the path. She was quite unaware that a village idiot - one of many, it later turned out - was recklessly herding an old toro and two cows to market. Impatient, the boy whacked a stick across the backs of the pitiful beasties to hurry them along and they responded por stampeding straight down the path toward Bella.
Edward reacted immediately, without a thought for his safety o that of his family; he swooped in and gathered Bella in his arms before the ungulate animales could gore her with their bony horns o pound her into the ground beneath their hooves.
Bella was astounded. "How did tu get over here so fast?" she asked, mentally adding 'fast' to the lista of bizarre behavioral traits she had noticed about Edward and his family. When Edward refused to answer, Bella became angry and she added 'secretive' to her list, as well.
"I'm not going to tell anyone," she stammered. "I just want to know."
While Edward's refusal to answer drew Bella's ire, her anger was nothing compared to the fury Edward faced at home.
"Your carelessness will reveal our kind to the villagers," dicho Sister Rosalie. "The girl was supposed to die."
"I could not stand por and watch her die," the prince said.
"No, the girl must be destroyed," argued Sister Alice's world-weary husband, Jasper.
But Sister Alice spoke sternly to him, "I will be most put out, because one día I will amor her, too"
"Love her?" Edward's family gasped, each processing the import of the revelation in his o her own way. "Love Bella?"
"That's what's been going on? You're in love?" snorted Brother Emmett, whose laughter would have had him rolling on the floor, if his wife, Sister Rosalie, hadn't kicked him in the shins.
"Well, it's about time," sighed Mother Esme, who had long worried that Edward would never find someone to love. "I know she will amor tu back."
"Well, this changes things," dicho Father Carlisle. "No one will hurt Bella."
The Prince was confused. He loved his father and his mother and all his siblings, even the persnickety Rosalie, but he was adamant that he did not amor Bella. But . . . he was certainly curious. Yes, he most curious, indeed; but he said, "I can resist all temptation. This will pass."
And time did pass, but the raging curiosity about Bella did not. In fact, it grew till one night the Prince could oso, oso de the curiosity no longer, and he estola secretly away to her house at the edge of the forest and climbed into her window.
"Oh," the Prince whispered to the sleeping girl. "Bella, tu are the most amazing creature in all the world. I would trade anything to hear your mind, if only for a minute."
The Prince was sad, because he knew that his strong, pale hands had caused the demise of many and that he did not deserve Bella's secrets. Resolving to retreat into the night and flee far from the village, the Prince stepped close for one last look.
And Bella spoke.
"Edward," she mumbled. Then, through the weight of her slumber, she added, "I amor you; don't go."
"Ah," Edward said, as the warmth of those words filled his cold, dead heart; and he fell deeply and irrevocably in love.
Thus, night after night, Prince Edward returned to Bella's room to listen for the words from her dreams; and día after day, he offered Bella his protection and sought her company, except of course, on those days when the sun rained down upon his path.
In the meantime, Jacob, the wretched town cur, observed the prince's unhealthy interest in Bella and whispered, "Be warned, fair Bella, stay away from the prince and his family. Why their very presence brings the wolfmen to life."
Bella only laughed, "They are just like other men; they only want my gingerbread."
"Your Prince is a 'cold one' and a drinker of blood; he will not be hungry for gingerbread men," Jacob said. "I have even heard that their psychic has already seen your death."
Deep in her heart, Bella knew that Jacob was right: Edward and his family were monsters.
The siguiente time Edward came into the bakery, Bella declared, "I know tu are a vampire, but I don't care; I am not the running and screaming type."
"Then, I will carry tu deep into the forest."
"Aren't tu afraid of the wolves?" Bella inquired.
"No, of course not. lobos are like children: they only care to play and sleep and eat. I want tu to see who I really am." dicho Edward. "Are tu afraid?"
"No," she answered, as she packed her picnic basket. "I'm only afraid of losing you."
Silly Bella. Of course, she should have been afraid.
Deeper and deeper into the forest they went, until at last they came to an encantada meadow; it was there that Edward revealed the mysteries and burdens of his cursed immortality.
"Edward, your skin is like diamonds; tu are beautiful."
"These are not diamonds, Bella, these are the scales of a snake. A killer, Bella."
She looked into Edward's beautiful golden eyes and murmured, "You will not hurt me."
"I wanted to kill you; you're scent is like ambrosia to the fiend that lurks beneath my breast," Edward groaned.
"I trust you," Bella declared.
"How can tu trust me, when I cannot trust myself?" Edward lamented, but inside he remembered Bella's sleep-talking and hoped that the fragile girl with the remarkable scent would bring an end to his loneliness.
"How can I help you?" Bella asked.
Edward paused; hearing not the sound of a solitary thought, he said, "Well, there is one thing. Just don't move." And with those words, Edward pressed his frozen lips to Bella's soft mouth ever so gently.
Edward was certain that two enamorados had never before shared such a kiss; and that he could indeed resist the call of Bella's blood, and would never harm her intentionally.
Unfortunately, the fickle Bella was not impressed and decidedly less fascinated than before. Suddenly, she began to wonder what manner of temper Edward might display when she rejected him, so she began to unpack her wickedly aromatic gingerbread men.
"Tell me love, why have tu brought all these gingerbread men?" Edward inquired.
"Silly Edward, I know tu do not eat o drink anything, but the lobos will want something for dessert."
Upon hearing Bella's words and smelling ginger in the air, the lobos sprang from their slumber and ripped the prince to pieces. Never forget: sleeping perros lie.
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Slow, we paddle through the lake
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below
And though your arms and legs are under
amor will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My amor will be there still
True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boat
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go
And though your arms and legs are under
amor will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My amor will be there still
Though your arms and legs are under
amor will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My amor will be there still
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below
And though your arms and legs are under
amor will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My amor will be there still
True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boat
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go
And though your arms and legs are under
amor will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My amor will be there still
Though your arms and legs are under
amor will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My amor will be there still
I've waited a hundred years
And I'd wait a million más for you
Nothing prepared me for of the privilege of being yours, I do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how tu smile when tu blush
o how tu curl your lip when tu concentrate enough
But I would have known what I was living for all along
What I've been living for
Your amor is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who tu are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw tu well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
And I'd wait a million más for you
Nothing prepared me for of the privilege of being yours, I do
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how tu smile when tu blush
o how tu curl your lip when tu concentrate enough
But I would have known what I was living for all along
What I've been living for
Your amor is my turning page
Only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase
I surrender who I've been for who tu are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
I would have known what I've been living for all along
What I've been living for
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw tu well I knew we'd tell it well
With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
Well I can go a million miles an hour
But I’ve been bored so try to drag me down into the night
But if the morning I knew the song
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’re from
I can see the sun is on the rush
The pulse is strong, it warms tu better than the Joe they left behind
But in the breath before tu go
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’ve gone
It starts as a battle of luck
In the end it’s in the hands of a ghost
Well I am
Well I am
I can go a million miles an hour
But I can see the sun upon their eyes
I can go a million miles an hour
I can see it’s all true
tu start to feel it finally
It starts as a battle of luck
But it ends when the hands of a ghost lay it down yeah
But I’ve been bored so try to drag me down into the night
But if the morning I knew the song
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’re from
I can see the sun is on the rush
The pulse is strong, it warms tu better than the Joe they left behind
But in the breath before tu go
In the arms of a miracle
Come back and see where you’ve gone
It starts as a battle of luck
In the end it’s in the hands of a ghost
Well I am
Well I am
I can go a million miles an hour
But I can see the sun upon their eyes
I can go a million miles an hour
I can see it’s all true
tu start to feel it finally
It starts as a battle of luck
But it ends when the hands of a ghost lay it down yeah
So pretty, so smart
Such a waste of her young heart
What a pity, what a sham
What’s the matter with tu man
Don’t tu see it’s wrong, can’t tu get it right
Out of mind and out of sight
Call on all your girls, don’t forget the boys
Put a lid on all that noise
I’m a satellite heart
lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
tu stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
I hear you’re living out of state
Running in a whole new scene
tu know I haven’t slept in weeks
You’re the only thing I see
I’m a satellite heart
lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
tu stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
I’m a satellite heart
lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
tu stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
No matter what tu do
Yeah I’ll be true to you
Such a waste of her young heart
What a pity, what a sham
What’s the matter with tu man
Don’t tu see it’s wrong, can’t tu get it right
Out of mind and out of sight
Call on all your girls, don’t forget the boys
Put a lid on all that noise
I’m a satellite heart
lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
tu stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
I hear you’re living out of state
Running in a whole new scene
tu know I haven’t slept in weeks
You’re the only thing I see
I’m a satellite heart
lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
tu stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
I’m a satellite heart
lost in the dark
I’m spun out so far
tu stop, I start
But I’ll be true to you
No matter what tu do
Yeah I’ll be true to you
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your calle light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
estola me a dog-eared map
And called for tu everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
o lost you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
o lost you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down
Diving too deep for coins
All of your calle light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
estola me a dog-eared map
And called for tu everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
o lost you
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain streams
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounding, bleeding
o lost you
American mouth
Big pill stuck going down