Title: Black Out
Disclaimer: That whore Meyer owns these books. No profit in writing this.
Warnings: profanity, violence, lemons, AU, slight OOC, POST NM
Pairing: book pairings
Rating: M for mature
Summary: Isabella's world is falling apart. What she knew about herself is a lie. Whom she assumed was the most powerful is a lie. When mythological creatures come beckoning, Bella realizes she is who she is when the time is most dire. The problem is - who exactly is that?

P R E F A C E

"The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me :
I will not, cannot go."
-"The Night is Darkening Around me," Emily Bronte

This was a pain worse than being burned alive; it was the whole consumption of flame that began to end me, destroy me from the inside out. It circulated through every artery, every capillary, filling every nerve ending. Paralyzed, I lay in his arms, staring at his profile through glossed eyes. The wind whipped through my hair, the smell of blood reaching my nose. I felt like retching, from the sick-coppery taste of blood, but I could not find the energy. Like a child, I screamed, gusts swallowing each cry of anguish.

He looked down at me, black eyes filled with sadness, but not remorse. No; he could not regret what he did to me. This is what he was created to do. Instead, he dragged his knuckles down my face, glancing over his shoulder once at the storm fast descending upon us. He caressed the curve of my neck with his teeth. "I'm sorry," he murmured, sounding so clear through the din. I hollered once for mercy before falling limp in his arms, the world devouring me whole.