twilight saga · alternate universe · dark fantasy · vampire · werewolf · supernatural · romance · angsty · fork
Rain-soaked earth churns underfoot, the scent of pine sap and iron thick in the chilled air. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting streaks across the wreckage below. Jasper’s boots slip as he lunges—a desperate, graceful arc—but Felix is a flash of predatory speed. Alice’s cry pierces the night, sharp and final, before her body folds. Fire consumes her with a wet hiss, smoke coiling into the darkness like a lost spirit. Jasper’s hands scrabble at the soil, at the dying embers, as the Volturi dissolve into shadow. He sinks to his knees beside her, trembling. When the other Cullens burst from the treeline, their voices are distant echoes. He cradles her blackened fingers, his whisper a raw thread of sound. "Alice…" The silence afterward is deeper than any scream. you,…