21: Every Famous Last Word
IT continued to follow the trail of the carriage-leaving Canada, coming back to the states, through Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota. IT sensed the trail went different from north but IT was not entirely sure which way.
Master watched and occasionally offered praise to IT, always reminding IT to get the blonde, alive, bringing her to master. Along the way, IT killed a stray vampire here या there, master smiling the whole time at the mess.
Oblivious to the danger that was closing in fast, the carriage marched on to Ohio, darkness had settled in, Tristan was sound asleep in his room, David was stretched on the left bench, feeling anxious as to what was waiting for him at home, Rosalie and Jack were back in his room, laying on the couch. Again, neither were speaking, though Jack was pretending to be absorbed in Leaves of घास while Rosalie continued to let her imagination run wild with what life could be like.
Jack finally laid his book down, closing his eyes. Physically speaking he was fine-it was everything else that was making him exhausted. Emotionally everything was running around and around, never slowing down, never stopping, just making it harder to think straight. Then there was mentally. His mind replayed those godforsaken words he’d promised her over and over again, until he was certain he was going to lose what sanity he had left-which was not much at the time being.
He stroked her perfect ashen cheek, watching her flawless lips curl into a smile, her eyes, once the most perfect shade of blue, shut, fluttered like तितली wings, almost opening, yet not quite. He turned his eyes to his wrist.
12:35 a.m.
Daylight couldn’t come sooner. He would have done it before Tristan had retired, but he had seemed too tired to deal with anything और so he waited. He knew what he was doing was equivalent to trying to rope the moon but he had to try.
While he did this, Rosalie’s mind slid from the future to the past, a memory she had kept for herself in times of need: It was mid-September, Rochester, 1931, Rosalie was 16, Jack was 19. The sun was fading fast; though neither of them moved from the cool घास they lay upon. She sat up, looking at his perfect पन्ना eyes. “What?” She just smiled and kissed him, he pulled her closer, deepening it.
As always, he broke it off, far too soon for her. She looked at him, feeling his hand run down her face, her eyes shut, her lips touching his hand. She felt him shudder, rippled through his whole body. He sat up, leaning against a tree, and took her left hand. At first, he simply held it, and then he placed it on his heart. “Feel that. Feel what आप do to me” he कहा breathlessly, his own covering it.
She could feel it alright-it throbbed hard, like a million बास drums going off at the same time. “You do not like the way I make आप feel?”
His eyes looked at her, bewildered, and somewhat hurt. “Of course not. It’s amazing what आप do to me.” She smiled and continued to feel his दिल race, so strong, so sure. “I would die without you” he whispered against her ear.
“You will never lose me.”
How wrong she had been.
Another memory was surfacing-this one she wanted to shove back down, lock it up, throw away the key. <What? Don’t आप think I’m owed an explanation for the way I am? What did he mean?> She shuddered at the thought of having to tell him-of having to explain what her father meant that April night. How could her प्यार her then? How would he find it in him to forgive her-for really this was her fault.
Jack felt her shudder yet kept his thoughts to himself. Of course it was still racing of all the possibilities: doctor after doctor telling them there was just no way, trying everything, yet nothing…Then, to him, the worst scenario possible: all was well, the big दिन for the arrival was there, when suddenly everything went wrong…And before he knew it, the doctor was telling him that the child was fine but she was gone…
NO!
Once again that shouting came out of nowhere. It scared him और than anything-losing her again. He knew that if he लॉस्ट her again-in any way, shape, या form he would surely शामिल होइए her shortly after. He had lived without her before and that had been the closest to hell on earth for him. He knew he couldn’t do it again.
He knew that if she did not crave a child so badly he would have begged her to stay this way-but she did, और so than when he first knew her though how that was possible was beyond him. She had been so hungry for a child when they had been so young-they both had-though the way she wanted it nearly overwhelmed him at times.
He closed his eyes and कहा a prayer, hoping that he would not fail her. Part of him was insisting he wouldn’t but he couldn’t be sure. Not until he actually did it would he know. No, further than that-not until it was born and cradled in Rosalie’s arms, then he would breathe a sigh of relief.
Until then, he would hope he hadn’t कहा anything he would regret.
IT continued to follow the trail of the carriage-leaving Canada, coming back to the states, through Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota. IT sensed the trail went different from north but IT was not entirely sure which way.
Master watched and occasionally offered praise to IT, always reminding IT to get the blonde, alive, bringing her to master. Along the way, IT killed a stray vampire here या there, master smiling the whole time at the mess.
Oblivious to the danger that was closing in fast, the carriage marched on to Ohio, darkness had settled in, Tristan was sound asleep in his room, David was stretched on the left bench, feeling anxious as to what was waiting for him at home, Rosalie and Jack were back in his room, laying on the couch. Again, neither were speaking, though Jack was pretending to be absorbed in Leaves of घास while Rosalie continued to let her imagination run wild with what life could be like.
Jack finally laid his book down, closing his eyes. Physically speaking he was fine-it was everything else that was making him exhausted. Emotionally everything was running around and around, never slowing down, never stopping, just making it harder to think straight. Then there was mentally. His mind replayed those godforsaken words he’d promised her over and over again, until he was certain he was going to lose what sanity he had left-which was not much at the time being.
He stroked her perfect ashen cheek, watching her flawless lips curl into a smile, her eyes, once the most perfect shade of blue, shut, fluttered like तितली wings, almost opening, yet not quite. He turned his eyes to his wrist.
12:35 a.m.
Daylight couldn’t come sooner. He would have done it before Tristan had retired, but he had seemed too tired to deal with anything और so he waited. He knew what he was doing was equivalent to trying to rope the moon but he had to try.
While he did this, Rosalie’s mind slid from the future to the past, a memory she had kept for herself in times of need: It was mid-September, Rochester, 1931, Rosalie was 16, Jack was 19. The sun was fading fast; though neither of them moved from the cool घास they lay upon. She sat up, looking at his perfect पन्ना eyes. “What?” She just smiled and kissed him, he pulled her closer, deepening it.
As always, he broke it off, far too soon for her. She looked at him, feeling his hand run down her face, her eyes shut, her lips touching his hand. She felt him shudder, rippled through his whole body. He sat up, leaning against a tree, and took her left hand. At first, he simply held it, and then he placed it on his heart. “Feel that. Feel what आप do to me” he कहा breathlessly, his own covering it.
She could feel it alright-it throbbed hard, like a million बास drums going off at the same time. “You do not like the way I make आप feel?”
His eyes looked at her, bewildered, and somewhat hurt. “Of course not. It’s amazing what आप do to me.” She smiled and continued to feel his दिल race, so strong, so sure. “I would die without you” he whispered against her ear.
“You will never lose me.”
How wrong she had been.
Another memory was surfacing-this one she wanted to shove back down, lock it up, throw away the key. <What? Don’t आप think I’m owed an explanation for the way I am? What did he mean?> She shuddered at the thought of having to tell him-of having to explain what her father meant that April night. How could her प्यार her then? How would he find it in him to forgive her-for really this was her fault.
Jack felt her shudder yet kept his thoughts to himself. Of course it was still racing of all the possibilities: doctor after doctor telling them there was just no way, trying everything, yet nothing…Then, to him, the worst scenario possible: all was well, the big दिन for the arrival was there, when suddenly everything went wrong…And before he knew it, the doctor was telling him that the child was fine but she was gone…
NO!
Once again that shouting came out of nowhere. It scared him और than anything-losing her again. He knew that if he लॉस्ट her again-in any way, shape, या form he would surely शामिल होइए her shortly after. He had lived without her before and that had been the closest to hell on earth for him. He knew he couldn’t do it again.
He knew that if she did not crave a child so badly he would have begged her to stay this way-but she did, और so than when he first knew her though how that was possible was beyond him. She had been so hungry for a child when they had been so young-they both had-though the way she wanted it nearly overwhelmed him at times.
He closed his eyes and कहा a prayer, hoping that he would not fail her. Part of him was insisting he wouldn’t but he couldn’t be sure. Not until he actually did it would he know. No, further than that-not until it was born and cradled in Rosalie’s arms, then he would breathe a sigh of relief.
Until then, he would hope he hadn’t कहा anything he would regret.
"Gwen,Gwen,Gwen!" Ms.Barton कहा as I was asleep in history class."What?" I कहा when I woke up."had a nice dream?" "S-sorry Ms.Barton,it won't happen again"."let's hope not." She said. When the घंटी, बेल rang to go to lunch,my best friend,Marlon came up to me."What happend back there?" Marlon asked.To tell आप the truth,I've always had a crush on him.I always had a feeling he liked me back."Nothing,nothing at all,i was just dreamin." "What about?"he asked with a smile."I'm not telling you!" I कहा with a smile.When we went back to class,Ms.barton wanted to talk to me."Gwen,you have been sleeping in my class far to long". "sorry Ms.B,I havent been myslef lately." I कहा with a frown."OK,first of all,dont call me "Ms.B",and आप must go to sleep on time." She कहा with a light smile."sorry,it hared to fall a sleep in my house." well then...ther is only one thing to do...you need to,wake up..."
You’re keeping me up at night as दिन breaks
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what आप do, got me feeling so blue
When will आप see
आप have to let it be
When will आप see just how much आप really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do आप think you’ll be able to understand
My प्यार might be killing me
I hope आप realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do आप think you’ll understand
आप drove me to a far off land
When will आप see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will आप finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell आप that firsthand
आप have my दिल and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, आप mean the universe and the galaxy to me
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what आप do, got me feeling so blue
When will आप see
आप have to let it be
When will आप see just how much आप really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do आप think you’ll be able to understand
My प्यार might be killing me
I hope आप realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do आप think you’ll understand
आप drove me to a far off land
When will आप see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will आप finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell आप that firsthand
आप have my दिल and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, आप mean the universe and the galaxy to me
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Beluga Whales
ऐनीमे i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my प्रिय sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
In my opinion the new Suicide Squad sucks. Harley Quinn is not even Harley Quinn any more, Deadshot has stupid movie lines, and no King Shark. WTF. I will explain this all for people who are not familier with The Suicide Squad.
Since the beginning of time Harley Quinn has had an accent and, guess what, no accent in the new Suicide Squad. And since when does Harley Quinn dress like a fucking slut.
Deadshot is normaly the main charecter in The Suicide Squad but now he has two stupid नितंब, गधा lines, "So we are some kind of Suicide Squad?" Yes आप are stupid it is the शीर्षक of your movie. "Let's go save the world." Fuck it I am done with Deadshot fully.
King शार्क is, well, a giant शार्क but now they have replaced him with a less cool Killer Crok.
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