Dec. 20th, 2018 11:06 am
ficlet: Twilight
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foreverdawningThe first draft of a short ficlet I wrote for the Twilight gift exchange on tumblr for witchyangela (link to pillowfort)
It was raining as it usually did. The raindrops were so cold, they felt as if they were biting at Angela’s skin. She made a mental note to herself to make a heating potion for herself later on that day.
Forks was a quiet town, and everyone knew each other. Angela kept to herself even when the new family moved into town had become the town’s gossip. Angela kept her head down and averted her eyes whenever the strange family was around. Despite how cold the rain was, their collective gazes were colder.
The rain was letting up by five A.M. and Angela being a night owl, was turning in for the night when three short raps came from her front door. She glanced towards her parents’ room making certain they were asleep before heading to the door. Angela’s parents say that she’s too young to be doing such complicated magic for her patrons, but Angela knew the limitations of her abilities quite well.
The door squeaked slightly when she opened it, and there stood one of the strange Cullens soaked from head to toe. Angela guided her in to her bedroom and sat her down on the bed, ignoring the wet spot her guest was undoubtedly leaving.
“I am in need of your service,” the blonde woman stated matter-of-factly. (What was her name? Angela thought Rose, Rosalie?)
“Of course. Is this for you or one of your family members?”
Rosalie hesitated but for only a moment. “It’s for me.”
Angela nodded waiting for an explanation. Rosalie stood too still and yet seemed to buzz with a mix of nervous energy and excitement.
“Do you know what I am?”
Such a loaded question. Angela had an inkling, she shoved the truth to the back of her mind. Ignorance was power.
It was raining as it usually did. The raindrops were so cold, they felt as if they were biting at Angela’s skin. She made a mental note to herself to make a heating potion for herself later on that day.
Forks was a quiet town, and everyone knew each other. Angela kept to herself even when the new family moved into town had become the town’s gossip. Angela kept her head down and averted her eyes whenever the strange family was around. Despite how cold the rain was, their collective gazes were colder.
The rain was letting up by five A.M. and Angela being a night owl, was turning in for the night when three short raps came from her front door. She glanced towards her parents’ room making certain they were asleep before heading to the door. Angela’s parents say that she’s too young to be doing such complicated magic for her patrons, but Angela knew the limitations of her abilities quite well.
The door squeaked slightly when she opened it, and there stood one of the strange Cullens soaked from head to toe. Angela guided her in to her bedroom and sat her down on the bed, ignoring the wet spot her guest was undoubtedly leaving.
“I am in need of your service,” the blonde woman stated matter-of-factly. (What was her name? Angela thought Rose, Rosalie?)
“Of course. Is this for you or one of your family members?”
Rosalie hesitated but for only a moment. “It’s for me.”
Angela nodded waiting for an explanation. Rosalie stood too still and yet seemed to buzz with a mix of nervous energy and excitement.
“Do you know what I am?”
Such a loaded question. Angela had an inkling, she shoved the truth to the back of her mind. Ignorance was power.
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