posted by smileyfaceddude
My moyo skipped a beat, my head spun and my breathing fastened. I looked at him as if I had never seen him before. It was like he was speaking a foreign language. “Well, when,” I had to take a deep breath. I need to stay calm. “When did this happen?” He was looking at the silk duvet, tracing the patterns with one long, pointy, pallid finger. I put my hand on it and he looked up. “Not long, just a few days.” He confessed in a sad tone. His earlier crimson eyes had turned to scarlet. I couldn’t think why. Maybe it’s the light? I thought. “I’m sorry about what I alisema earlier, I was confused. I hope wewe can forgive me.” I apologised sadly. That apology came from deep inside my heart. That was what triggered what I did next. I leaned in closer to Cynddylan, my breathing fast and indefinite. My lungs and moyo battered my ribcage. I kissed him quickly on the lips. I was about to pull away, but unconsciously, my fingers knotted in Cynddylan’s black-with-brown streaks hair, I couldn’t get them out. Cynddylan was trying to pull away, but for some reason I couldn’t move. My thoughts were on Cynddylan. He managed to pull away; it hurt my fingers and my heart. It ripped through my half-angelic soul and tore through my body. Cynddylan just looked at me in a confused way. “Thanks for saving me.” I alisema thoughtfully. I suddenly realised why I hadn’t been able to stop. “Cornelia!” I screamed. I jumped of the kitanda and stomped out the door. Cynddylan followed me and I felt his eyes on my back. I continued to stamp through the dark cottage shouting Cornelia’s name in disgust. Cynddylan put his cold skin on my flushed shoulder. I could feel it through my slip. I turned to him and glared. “Renesmee, I did it, I made wewe do it. I’m sorry. I just…” He didn’t finish.
I slapped him hard on the right cheek.
“I hate you! How could you!” My eyes were welling with tears and I became blind. He stared into them and burned them with his fiery dragon eyes. My knees became wobbly and gave way, making me fall to the ground. I cried, tears dripping endlessly off of my face and into my hands.
I don’t know how I did it, but I did, a shadow of had left unconsciously and spread its way through Renesmee, controlling her every move. She knelt on the floor, sobbing, sweet tears in her hands and running down her cheeks. I stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. I could leave and go hunting again, au stay and wait for Renesmee to calm down. I decided to go hunting again. It would help me think. I left the crying Renesmee alone in the dingy, intimidating (even for me) house, and went hunting in the midnight moonlight. The stars shone brightly among the snow-frosted mountains, making them sparkle like pearls. I ignored it. Instead I thought long and hard, about what to do, which path to take.
I could choose the unselfish deed, find the Cullens, give Renesmee back, leave them, never interfere again and walk the earth for decades, maybe even centuries, miserable and alone. There was also the very evil, selfish path that I could take. It involved influencing Renesmee to forget about the dog and to live in harmony forever after making her my Queen of sin, of shadows maybe. She would live in the protection of me. But there was always the third path. I could kill my twin sister and leave Renesmee in peace for a few days, then let her decide who she wants.
I knew who she would choose. My head pounded as I walked in midnight cloaks. Snow was falling again, but in big clumps this time. I didn’t want to hunt; I wanted to do something different, something that would hurt so much... I couldn’t come up with anything. Then I thought of what Edward had hissed at me in disgust when I was accused of assaulting Bella.
“I don’t want to even FEEL the presence of your dirty mind, wewe over-dressed snob!” The last part rang in my ears. My clothes, I loved. I had bought them from a young maiden in the Tudor era when she was trying to earn some money sewing. I wore them siku to siku without fail, and it would wound my in a way I would never get rid of. Good, I deserved it. I opened my eyes that I hadn’t realised I had closed, and looked for where I was. My eyes searched the darkness for a sign, anything to tell me where I was. I finally made out a small sign underside of a mitaani, mtaa lamp. The light from it glowed onto the sign that read Mulberry peek. I knew Scotland very well, living there for over ten years after moving away from Italy with Cornelia just aged twenty. I knew that only one corner to the south-east would take me to the high street. Once I had reached it, I looked for an open clothes shop. One neon pink sign caught my eyes. Fresh, was all that it read. I peered into the duka once I had stepped twice mbele and was close enough to. It was a clothes duka that I was looking for.
I wondered through the snowy plains of Scotland, I decided that I was in the Northern Scotland. I strained my eyes to see any sign of life, au a street. I saw a tiny flash, and I recognised it immediately, a car. This means there’s a mitaani, mtaa there, which should, eventually, lead into a city au town! I ran up to where I saw the light, how could I of not seen it earlier? The mitaani, mtaa was cold and wet from the snow, I walked unconsciously, not even watching where I was going. I was suddenly, urged to get out of the street, I walked into another field, I think it was the same one where Cynddylan “Saved me” except from a different angle. My feet stung fro the moment, it made contact with the snowy terrain, I stopped when the pain got unbearable, and sat down to examine my aching foot.
“Hello Renesmee…” a voice hissed, I was standing in a flash, the pain forgotten I stood face to face with Cornelia, my plan wasn’t as flawless as I thought…
“Nice to see wewe too, Corny.” I alisema with sarcastic pleasantness.
“Don’t call me that, ever!” she murmur harshly. “My pathetic brother won't save wewe now…” she hissed.
“I don’t him, I don’t even upendo him!” all this sounded all to familiar, all that was missing was deep intake of breath. I felt weird when it didn’t come. But I suppose I was relieved that it didn’t come. Cornelia shook her head, in a mocking sympathetic way.
“Mmm. Whilst he couldn’t upendo wewe zaidi if he tried…”she alisema pouting her lips then bursting into laughter. A pang of guilt flashed through me, followed kwa sympathy, I just couldn’t help the fact that I don’t feel the same way about him, and Jacob beat him to it kwa over 17 years! Cornelia was in my face, her crimson eyes glowing with smug satisfaction. Her forehead was creased in a glare, and her perfect, shining teeth on show. Words bubbled in my mouth waiting to burst out. “Are wewe going to kill me?” I blurted, suddenly. Just when I thought Cornelia couldn’t get any closer, her head came closer to mine, her breath on my face. She took a breath in and breathed in my face, “Mmmhmm,” Then she opened her mouth and licked her teeth…The situation triggered a familiar instinct, all in a moyo beat, my arm flew up and slapped Cornelia as hard as I could, her head swung to the side in surprise and astonishment…
“I wouldn’t to that…” she warned, a cruel humour in her voice. I tried to slap her again, she let go of me and dodged the slap,
“Ah ah ah-h-h.” she said, shaking her skinny finger, which set off my anger, but she seized my shoulders and held it place. Here we go again; I waited for the frenzy to begin…
I entered the repulsive shack, wearing: a grey T-shirt, black skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, with a black ukanda among a silver buckle, and black boots. The scent of Renesmee was only faint. I was confused since she was still in the house, au so I thought. The darkness stood before me in the hallway. I made my way to the spot I had left Renesmee before, to realise that she had disappeared. I searched the rest of the house eagerly, determined that Renesmee was still there. When I only had one room left to search, I began to get panicky. I was breathing hard and quick. I entered the kitchen. As dimness appeared behind the door, my moyo sank and my head pounded. She had run away. She had run away! I went into the kitchen, slamming the door behind me, searching for objects to throw au mash. My hands found a kettle. I threw it to the ukuta and stomped on it. I then came across an old, oak, wooden chair and crushed it to dust in my hands. I then screamed in rage. It didn’t occur to me, that I should go and start looking for Renesmee, until after I had destroyed the whole of the jikoni and living room. When I did I rushed out of the door and started searching the valleys and alleys of Scotland. My anger faded slowly as I searched the air of a trace of Renesmee, suddenly, her pleasant odour filled my nostrils, a mild jolt of joy overtook my senses, but then it just disappeared, and was filled kwa uchungu, chungu rage, because with Renesmee’s scent was also with Cornelia’s! I ran even faster to the source. My legs felt as if the were rockets travel kwa unimaginable speed, but it still wasn’t fast enough! Finally a slender figure came into sight, Renesmee! Once the pleasant smell of Renesmee wafted to me, my moyo melted from its frozen form. I ran to the chanzo of the scent, my legs felling like rubber. My eyes came across a limp Renesmee and a ravenous Corny. That was the last straw! I ran up to them both and pulled Corny off of Renesmee. I threw Corny on the floor and Renesmee, pale skinned, fell to the leafy floor. I ran to her, grabbed her in my arms, and ran to the rundown shack. When we were back at the house she leaped out of my arms, sat down on her kitanda and hung her head in her hands. I remained standing.
“Why…why Renesmee? Are wewe trying to get yourself killed?” I asked quietly. She jumped off of the kitanda and into my arms, she hugged me, I stumbled back from surprise.
“I’m so, so sorry! Thank wewe so-o-o-o much, I promise I’ll never leave again!” she said, her voice was slightly muffled, for she was talking into my shoulder she got off, revealing her red eyes and wet cheeks, this is new. A wide grin tugged my lips.
“Um…” I signed happily. She wiped her eyes and smiled warmly, for the first time she actually looked pleased to be in this shack, even if it was almost destroyed. Her smile faded but her expression remained happy.