Monday, January 11, 2010

DrabblerScrambler: Death

A Death

Today's Drabbly Babblers

Drabble #1:

Her Revelation comes at a pricey exchange. In order to obtain Revelation one must go through waves of emotions, tolerate pain, and find out horrifying details toward themselves.

When one wakes up they find that nothing is the same. One must look around, take in deep, gasping breaths and cry out in agony at what others will think. Thoughts rush with such speed and force that the eyes go blind and the limbs tingle with numbness. There’s often the prick of a needle and screaming.

Death, I imagine, is like a tropical void. All your happiest moments float and wave bye.

Drabble #2:
I hear him coming closer. His thoughts reach me long before the crunching of his footsteps, and I greedily pull her warm body to mine. The viscous liquid pours down my throat, the sweetest nectar soothing the burn a century in the making.

Edward, what have you done?

His tone is sad, both in thought and voice. “Who was she?” he murmurs aloud.

I see my reflection in my father’s mind – scarlet eyes, vicious snarl. I wipe away the single crimson drop threatening my chin and stand up straight.

I let her limp body fall to the ground.

“Isabella Swan.”

Drabble #3:
Her eyes, which only an hour earlier he’d found so piercing, were unfocused and glazed, looking right through him. They rolled back and closed as she struggled for breath.

These last moments were the ones he craved.

Her body, despite its feminine strength, was losing its battle against him. He smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be long now.

She gasped, fighting it, as his hold tightened. He could feel her pulse both race and falter with a final surge of adrenaline.

She bowed against him, trembling desperately, until she was finally still.

“Thank you,” she breathed, smiling dreamily.

La petite mort.

Drabble #4:
The end wasn't the best part. He got off on the moment just before, seconds before their deaths became inevitable, when fate had one final chance to fuck him.

James loved cheating fate.

When fate finally avenged, he refused to scream. Torn limb from limb and tossed, piecemeal, into the fire, James never begged. He wasn't looking for escape. He'd always expected this day; centuries of carnage meant nothing without challenge, without sacrifice.

James embraced death. He only wished the vampire who bested him had done so out of a thirst for victory instead of a misguided Mary Sue fetish.

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  2. Oh, snap. Only 2 out of 4. My streak is broken. Haha. But I did get Legna's!


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