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Post by spottie on May 24, 2010 23:56:52 GMT -5
>>> The room dropped a few degrees. Bella shivered, suddenly wishing that Jasper wasn't dead and wasn't ice cold like, a dead person.
"You sniffed his breath?" >>> Oh, great. Look what you did, dumbell. 'Let's go for a walk.' Shut up. Don't girlfriends usually break up with the guy when they say that? A) She's not my girlfriend. B) I wouldn't know, because my last one freaking snuffed it. Yeah, yeah, make excuses
Zane shook his head again. The Voices sucked, man, especially when they chose to pop up and give advice at this time. "Listen, you don't have to... I, uh...."
Suddenly the garden was ice cold. Great. Now look. Angry boyfriend time. Way to go. He gulped mentally. Usually if Stone popped in to watch some human stuff, he brought popcorn along with him. but Zane had a feeling that if he brought it, it would be used and thrown at Zane's head.
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Post by ツღ on May 25, 2010 0:01:31 GMT -5
Jasper laughed and tapped his nose. "Vampire senses, remember, Bells?"
Rosalie ignored the feeling she usually got when Stone visited and merely pulled Zane further into the garden.
"Zane? What did you feel when I kissed you?" she asked, rather shyly, looking up at hum from beneath her long lashes.
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Post by spottie on May 25, 2010 0:06:02 GMT -5
>>> I felt my freaking Voices shout in my head and give me a headache. Then I felt like my insides were going to fall out. And then I felt my brain took a trip to Alaska.
It was Zane and his Voices thinking that. "Surprised." He said dryly. "Plesantly surprised; but not in the way that...well, you know."
Not necessarily in that way. Mostly in the, oh, okay, a girl/vampire's kissing me. And she's pretty. And I like her as a person. Okay. Cool. That kind of sex crazed hormone way.
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Post by ツღ on Jun 7, 2010 21:58:22 GMT -5
This wasn't going well. Rosalie took a slow, deep breath. If she had a heart, it would be fluttering wildly. Here goes nothing.
"Zane..." she said softly. "Zane, I think I love you,"
Said it.
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Post by spottie on Jun 7, 2010 22:20:53 GMT -5
>>> Zane had absolutely no idea what to say. What does one say when your dead best friend's vampire ex-girlfriend said the freaking l-word, and you know that you want to say it back but you can't say it because the aforementioned dead best friend happens to watch everything that goes on. Some, dry, smart voice in the back of his head said: you do this.
Zane looked her straight in the eye, and said, with a tone to match Antarctica, "Well, that's too bad." And then he stomped on her heart and left her standing there.
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Post by ツღ on Jun 8, 2010 20:11:29 GMT -5
"Zane." Rosalie grabbed on to his wrist. "Zane, I know what you're thinking. Stone. Oh, holy Stone! You know, I feel whorish just telling you this! I've loved Zane for nearly a century! And suddenly, in half a year, you can make me get over him and fall in love with you? F*ck, I know he's listening right now! And, goddammit, he's the one who told me to express my emotions!
"You know what I feel like right now? I feel like a real bitch. I mean, I go sneak into the lab, basically get him killed and then fall in love with his best friend? I mean, what kind of lover am I? Obviously, not a good one! You know what? Yeah, I totally, completely get it if you - yeah. I get it. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Alright, bye," she shook her head, releasing his wrist.
Don't chase after me, she willed him as she ran, as fast as she could, away from the raging party.
She had gotten the lingering L-Word off her chest, but it was far from being off her mind. She felt no different - maybe she felt even more stress. Zane knew now - so what?
This isn't the way it's supposed to go, she thought helplessly, halting in the forest and gazing down at her hands. This isn't the way it's supposed to go, she repeated in her head.
What if she had committed suicide all those months ago? Well, I certainly wouldn't be in this deep shit, she thought, with a hint of tired, dry humor.
If she had shot herself with Bella's Bloody Rose, she could be living with Stone up in the Clouds. She could remain mere friends, perhaps not close friends, but friends, nevertheless, with Zane. Albeit, maybe she would have to give up Jasper and Bella, but they could solve their own problems. They were old enough to do that. But, goddammit, they had to go stop her. She'd lived her century worth. She'd done her breathing and helping and living on Earth. Wasn't it time she moved on?
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Post by spottie on Jun 8, 2010 20:58:11 GMT -5
>>> Zane's first thought was: Sh^t, I thought I could get away with it.
Then his second thought was:That was a lot to say in one breath.
And then he wasn't really sure what to think. How many years worth of wrinkles did Rosalie just get off her chest? The thing about being half dead, plus being best friends with a guy whose ex-girlfriend was supposedly in love with him, was that he wasn't really sure what to think or say, let alone do.
Okay. Rosalie supposedly loves you. Now what? Zane had no effing idea. If he ignored Rosalie, thus in the process breaking her vampire dead heart...again. No. He couldn't do that. (Yes, you turd, yes you can. Shut up.) Then there was always another idea: he could like her back, like he did. Or he thougt he did, anyway.
But he couldn't do that either, because of the aforementioned half dead friend of dead boyfriend thing. So...that left Option 3. Act like nothing happened, act indifferent. Zane, huffing, took a step to the door. A flower pot crashed on his head.
This is what happens when you're half dead.
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Post by ツღ on Jun 9, 2010 9:48:37 GMT -5
Warm tears began flooding Rosalie's eyes, sitting on her dark lashes before falling off, streaming down her porcelain face. They fell on to her baggy sweatshirt, but hey, it was just a sweatshirt.
Isn't it funny how humans care about the silliest things? They stained a shirt; have they stained their mind? They ripped a paper; are their hearts ripped apart too? They never realize... Never realize what they have. They never realize what they have...
"Until it's gone," she whispered, tugging at her sleeves.
Stone.
Stone.
Her small chin trembled as she took a large, shuddering breath. The wind whistled around her pale lips, tears falling at an increased pace as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Stone," she said aloud, standing up on her dangerously shaky knees.
"You know, you were always there for me. Always there. You would listen to me as I ranted about some random bitch. You would hold me as I cried for any silly reason. You would laugh with me as I shopped... Ran... Hell, skipped through fields, too! You would be by my side. You were always there as my other half.
"So why can't I be there for you, right now? Why is it I always have to be the one taking, never giving? I know I'm just going on another rant, but I'm just wondering... Why do you stay with me? Why do you love me?
"Yeah, I love you. I love you a lot. I just... I don't understand. What's happening? You said, up there, it's like seeing everything, except it's all cut in half. You can see through buildings and read thoughts. Do you know why I feel like this, Stone?"
Feel so lost? So confused? Numb? she wanted to add.
"What the hell's in it for me? Will anything good ever come out of it for you? Or for Zane? she tacked the last part on nervously. Then she realized where that would lead.
"Oh, please don't be mad at Zane. It's really not his fault, if you're mad. It's mine - my fault. So, I understand if you don't love me anymore. I understand if you don't want to answer my bitch question too. It's selfish. Sorry for being so selfish, Stone. I also... I want to thank you for staying with me all those years... So... Thanks, Stone. You're really too good." she finished in a quieter whisper than ever before.
He was; it was true. Stone was much too good for his own well-being. He would sacrifice himself for her, for their clan in the forest. He would throw himself among the enemy as a spy. And then he would die.
Die.
Because of Rosalie.
Her idiocy.
She killed him.
Rosalie murdered Stone.
It was silent for several moments.
Rosalie slid back down, her sweatshirt catching against the bark of the tree before being released multiple times. Then she probably did the most pathetic thing of her entire lifetime.
She pulled her jean-clad knees towards her chest and curled up in a stupid ball, buried her head on her knees, and sobbed her eyes out. She repeated Stone's name over and over, repeatedly and repeatedly. Her voice cracked and wavered, but his name never stopped leaving her lips.
"Stone..."
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Post by spottie on Jul 13, 2010 19:56:27 GMT -5
>>> Zane felt like: a) he was suffocating b) that he was an a^^hole c) that he was a coward.
It was kind of like being transported back to those stupid, immature years: where your buds would tease you about being a chicken. Then they'd do a chicken dance and look like total idiots. For Zane, that was a long time ago. But if his buds were still alive, they would be doing a chicken dance now.
Well...Stone probably wouldn't be doing one...but then again, who knows?
Zane had to push his way through the wild, drunk crowd. Past the prying eyes and all the rest of the seemingly minor obstacles. Then he stormed into the bathroom and nearly threw a couple out of it.
I need water...
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Post by ツღ on Jul 14, 2010 20:47:20 GMT -5
Lilia saw him suffering.
She felt hate for that girl. That filthy little whore. She had been married to another man! And now, when he was dead, she would just turn to Zane? Zane, who just happened to be Stone's best friend? No, that simply didn't go with Lilia.
Deep inside, she supposed, Zane did have feelings for that girl. But she was a whore, and until her actions proved otherwise, Lilia would think of her that way. The girl definitely deserved it. Skipping around men like children would skip around flowers! Ugh!
Silently, she slipped beside Zane in the bathroom. It wasn't like they hadn't been in a bathroom together before - heck, they shared the same room! What do you expect?
Almost hesitantly, she reached out to touch his shoulder. Not as if she could truly truly touch him anymore. Yet, it was a feathery, ghostlike touch that managed to process between their two worlds. She smiled softly at him.
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Post by spottie on Jul 14, 2010 21:05:59 GMT -5
>>> Her touch, or at least what Zane thought was her touch, soothed him. But only for about three fifths of a second. Then, it stopped.
His life sucked. His after life sucked even more. Why? Why was his life so screwed up? Even his after life was screwed; even more! Zane was so tired of all of it, so damn tired! Last time he got so tired, he took it into his own hands. Literally.
But then things ended up worse. Way worse. because he got spiraled into (after) life. And as aforementioned, it was worse. His jaw snapped shut, and his fangs rubbed aganist each other painfully. But he liked it. Oddly enough, and no matter how emo it sounded, but the pain felt nice. It was a...nice way to get rid of some of his frustration and anger.
But it wasn't enough. Not nearly.
Zane forgot about Lilia, Rosalie, and every other freaking thing that made his life and after life so damn difficult. He glared at himself in the mirror, looking very unlike Zane. He looked like a devil. Pun intended.
His fist shot forward, snapping at the mirror. It cracked, predictably, and shards fell into the ornate sink.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 14, 2010 21:11:50 GMT -5
"Oui, that's not your mirror!" Lilia chuckled, her hooded eyes sparkling slightly with the joke. "I think you've got a couple of years of bad luck lined up now, don't you?"
It pained her to see him like this. Zane had always been so strong, defiant. He did what he wanted - always. It was like seeing her favorite teddy bear being torn to shreds (she lost that long ago anyway [the legitimate teddy bear, I mean]).
She shut the lid of the toilet seat down with a feathery touch and sat down, looking at Zane with her large eyes.
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Post by spottie on Jul 14, 2010 21:24:32 GMT -5
>>> Zane hesitated. He stared at his now bloody knuckles. He watched his iridescent (sp?) purple colored blood drip down his knuckles. He remembered the first time he hurt himself; he was surprised to find that his blood was shimmering purple. It had reminded him of gasoline. Then he watched as they slowly changed to the normal scarlet.
His tongue darted out, and he licked the cuts before the blood could escape further. After his blood fascination, he grabbed a tube of toothpaste and used it to write: Sorry on what was left of the cracked mirror.
"There." Zane said moodily.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 14, 2010 21:29:51 GMT -5
She felt that ache in her chest again, right where her heart was supposed to be beating.
"Zane," she reached out to touch him. Like she used to do.
She'd reach out and wrap her arms around his chest and rest her head on his shoulder with a smile. She'd place her hands right where his heartbeat was. How she wish she could do that all again. Just one more chance to live with him, and she'd do everything to make their relationship right.
But it was too late for that anyway.
"Zane, you've always been so hard to read. Please tell me what you're thinking," she whispered.
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Post by spottie on Jul 14, 2010 21:35:36 GMT -5
>>> He extended his fingers, and tried to take her hand. Zane knew, of course he knew, that he wouldn't be able to touch her. He could see her--just like he how he could see every other spirit--but that wasn't enough.
"What are you thinking?" He countered softly.
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