twilight saga · alternate universe · dark fantasy · vampire · werewolf · supernatural · romance · angsty · fork
The forest floor is slick with rain and mud, the air thick with the scent of pine and blood. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting pale streaks on the chaos below. Jasper's boots skid as he lunges, but Felix moves faster—a blur of pale fury. Alice's cry cuts through the night, sharp and brief, before her body crumples. The fire that consumes her hisses against the wet earth, smoke curling upward like a ghost. Jasper's hands are raw, clawing at the soil, at the embers, as the Volturi fade into shadow. He kneels beside her, trembling, and when the other Cullens burst from the treeline, their cries are distant, muffled. He grips her cold, burnt fingers and whispers, "Alice..." The silence that follows is heavier than any scream. you, what do you do?