Unwavering Shadows

The Humanist

Sometimes, vampire emotions were hard to control. There was much that couldn't be tamed. She tasted her own red fury, boiling on her tongue with scornful retorts used only to insult the bronze haired vampire, Edward Cullen. She abused him in 89 languages exact finding no fitting word for his stupidity He had exposed the Cullens'.

Rosalie Hale, her mate, and 'siblings' followed brusquely in a human pace. Outraged and generally surprised. Only Alice resembled a mental calm. She predicted worse. I tugged at my gold hair with unnecessary force. The roots bucked but stood rigid as a gold map of wavy hair. My rage trembled with my body, glaring coldly at the potential coven member. It was painfully obvious he had fallen hard in love with the average human; I criticized with a dull vain façade it didn't occur that he cared so much that it resulted to this mistake. Her brown reflective eyes held exasperation, pressed hard to his side. Thick strands of Auburn hair dangled before the ice. There should have been nothing special about her.

There was.

I was grateful for the distraction Edward held on her, prodding her eyes for thoughts, for truth. The other humans didn't notice, primarily going to help the damaged human in the dark van that I didn't care to identify at the moment. Fighting the daring need to just see the blood spilled from afar. I understood his dilemma but had not further reasoned he was doubly tempted and confined to his nature. All I thought was the progressing scene of his heroic act, and annihilating her. It didn't help to become instantly detached when attached to another. Edward hid, his retreating back raced away unnoticed. There were many reasons he must have reason.

The truth, our criticism, the irony, from Isabella Marie Swan.