Paisley hadn’t meant to get herself lost in the Oregon Film Museum on Duane Street, but film was a bit of a hobby for her. How many people it took to make a film really work in the end was something she had always been enraptured by. The fact that the old building the museum now was housed in used to be a jail, was another quirky fact about the place that she adored.
After losing her father to his battle with cancer, Paisley hadn’t really spent much time looking or being interested in the things that used to make her tick. In fact, lately, sleep had been the only real escape she had been using. But, her mom had recently gotten onto her about how mopping around wasn’t going to help. And, admittedly, her mother was correct. So today had been a little adventure for her. It was chiller then she had assumed, so she was a bit bundled up in the big jacket her father had bought her the winter before his passing. Lately, things he had given her were another comfort in a world that felt a bit emptier with him. With her mind all swirled into different thought, Paisley didn’t realize she was backing into someone until it was too late.
he hadn’t found a single thing fruitful since her passing. she hated grey weather, but he was CONFINED to it, roaming from city to city, keeping his only promise to her with her dying breath, that he WOULDN’T go to the volturi. he would keep himself ALIVE. but his life had lost all purpose, making him more of a living corpse than before. he tried to ignore the pain, but it kept circling back with INCREASED INTENSITY although it had already been over seventeen years. if you asked him the exact second to which the light left her eyes and he could do nothing to save her, he could without HESITATION.
his grief had taken a TWISTED PATH. he’d left the olympic coven for a few brief years, tearing into town after town, listening to the thoughts of PREDATORS, not unlike the ones that had caused her demise, and TEARING them apart with his TEETH. his eyes had faded back to amber now, but most days they resembled the color of his still heart;--- cold, lifeless, BLACK. a heart that had learned to love on it’s own accord and which would never heal, it couldn’t. it wasn’t his, she’d staked her claim on it a long time ago and now it law tattered somewhere within his indestructible chest. he spent every waking moment hoping he could DIE, hoping divine justice would intervene and put a stop to his endless PAIN. but there was no divine justice for people like him, for monsters.
his wanderings had finally lead him to the town of astoria, his family now with him. it was dark, cold, WET;--- not unlike forks, their house a grand structure still under relentless renovation, with rosalie and esme trying their HARDEST to throw him into thoughtless work, shopping for things he couldn’t possibly have any LESS interest in. he was out on a job, hunting for a chandelier so grand it could match up to the expectations of his so-called adoptive mother. he’d only made it so far into the TOWN, when a familiar whiff had his head reeling and his throat BURNING with an intensity he hadn’t felt in about seventeen years. he could say that for certain, because it smelled like HER. like her, but DIFFERENT. a smell so potent he could only imagine ripping into the body it encompassed, all the RESTRAINT he’d practiced in the short time he knew her GONE since he’d lost her.
but he wouldn’t. he wasn’t that MONSTER. and so he HELD his breath, a discomfort rising in his chest as he forced himself to walk a normal pace, following the scent into a museum he recognized as what used to be a jail cell for the WORST of criminals, from the last time him and his family had inhabited this town a few centuries ago. he SEARCHED for the thoughts of the one the scent came from, but to no avail. his senses heightened and his entire body TENSE with unanswered questions, he caught a flash of BRUNETTE hair peeking through the displays;--- every inch of him stiffening more than ever.
the scent was coming from HER. the brunette, who’s thoughts were SHROUDED from him. it couldn’t be.
within a flash he was standing behind her, not CARING if a human was watching. he looked down at her curiously, probing his mind forward but he was greeted with stone cold SILENCE. not a single word flew from her mind into his, and he felt a FAMILIAR frustration rising up from his gut to his chest, clawing on his insides.
he took a startled step back the moment she turned, UNUSED to being caught off guard.
‘ sorry, it was my fault. ‘ he tried to offer a smile, but the PAIN of FAMILIARITY was dragging him down. he glanced at what she’d been looking at, recognition sparking in his dark eyes. ‘ you’re interested in un chein andalou? ‘ he needed to KNOW her.
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