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Anna
27 September 2009 @ 08:49 pm
Title:  Doors Closing Slowly - Part 3
Rating: M
Warnings: Angst
Summary: A different take on Bella and Jacob´s conversation at the end of Eclipse and how everything developed from that point on. Told in flashbacks with Quil and Embry acting in the present.

PART 1
PART 2

and so she is gone... )

Reminders of a time that almost made sense.

 

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As a child Bella always thought she would one day die because of her clumsiness. Stumble and get hit by a bus, run in front of
a car, fall down the staircase, cut her wrists open by
accident, hang herself with the clothesline. All those day-to-day accidents. That was how Bella imagined her death to be like as a child.

 

When she grew older she was sure that her magnetic pull for danger would be her death. At a time it was red-haired, cloaked or vicious vampires sucking her empty, leaving her behind somewhere in a damp, cold forest.

 

And then it was some big void that threatened to overwhelm her. Something she could not define.

 

But that she kept a secret, unable to explain it to herself and not wanting to worry anybody else with it.

 

And so it seemed an ironic turn of faith when Bella returned to her roots in the very end.

 

 

It was a foggy morning, cold and unpleasant; depressing.

 

Embry had taken Hannah for a walk on the beach and Bella sat in Emily’s kitchen, watching her friend breastfeed the black-haired boy in her arms.

 

Bella smiled, watching the tiny fingers clutch at Emily’s chest, soft squishing sounds and whimpers filling the content silence.

 

It was a rare moment of peace, a moment where the loss and the almost´s and the in vain´s where for once absent. A moment like it should be all the time.

 

Laughter outside made Bella’s smile brighten even more, her daughter’s voice like bells in her ears.

 

Storming outside to have her daughter back from Embry´s enthusiastic babysitting-nature, Bella tripped across the doormat, loosing balance and falling down the five porch steps, her head hitting the ground first.

 

She pulled herself up before Embry even reached her and Emily appeared at the door with a scared expression on her face, Bella waving her hand at their concern, rubbing her left ribcage and cuddling her daughter into her arms, inhaling the salty scent of her hair – water, ocean. Sunshine.

 

They told her to see a doctor straight away but Bella only told them they were being overprotective, that the bruise on her ribcage and the tiny, tiny scratch on her left temple were nothing to worry about.

 

Bella spent that day at Charlie’s house, Sue always being such an adorable sort-of grandmother to Hannah, playing with her as if she were her own child.

 

“Hit your head again?” Charlie asked in a matter-of-fact voice when Bella sat on the couch, the two of them laughing at her omnipresent clumsiness.

 

They have cake and tea, played with Hannah in the backyard, reading, talking. A nice day. Even the sun broke through the clouds sometimes.

 

Bella left her daughter with her father that evening, wanting to attend a bonfire with the other’s. Her last had been a while back.

 

So she kissed her daughter goodbye after humming her to sleep, stroked her soft cheek with the tip of her finger, calling “See you tomorrow!” to Charlie and Sue and heading for First Beach.

 

It was two hours later when Bella started to feel a headache, ignoring it – not mentioning it to anyone.

 

Emily eyed her with concern the entire night, still worried about her. But she kept telling herself that Bella was old enough to take care of herself.

 

The sun set and Bella got up, taking of her shoes and slowly wandering towards the shore, dipping her feet into the cold, wet sand, water washing the dirt away each time the debris of a wave reached her.

 

The orange sky comforted her, reminding her more of her daughter these days than of Jacob. That thought hurt too much, so she instead concentrated on Hannah, on every feature she could eye inside her head.

 

Emily smiled softly as she watched Bella standing in the water in front of the magnificent sunset, her own fingers intertwined with Sam’s.

 

This picture would later become the memory Emily chose to be the last she had of Bella Swan because what followed – she decided to banish that from her brain.

 

Suddenly Bella just dropped to the ground, water splashing softly when she hit the damp sand beneath.

 

They rushed her to hospital but her heart already stopped beating the moment she lost consciousness.

 

The doctors told them that her brain had been bleeding for several hours and that she had probably not been in too much pain before she passed. They knew better...

 

It seemed odd to them – that after all these years of struggle and fight Bella’s heart just stopped beating. Just like that.

 

That she gave up so easily.

 

* * *

 

And so she is gone. Disappeared just like Jacob had. Nowhere to be found anymore. Only in fading memories. And the eyes of her daughter.

 

Charlie and Sue take her because Billy is incapable of raising another child, too weak – having lost Bella as well giving him another break.

 

Renée, who arrives a day after Bella passed, and who might be the most capable person to raise her granddaughter refuses to take the little girl away, away from La Push, away from her family, away from home.f

 

 

The idea of forcing Bella’s restless being into one dark place for the rest of time seems so inappropriate to all of them that they soon decide on burning her, her funeral being held this very morning.

 

They are all barefoot at the beach, damp sand clinging to their toes, the sun about to rise, a reddish glow already predicting the breaking dawn.

 

And when the sun breaks through the clouds and illuminates the day they let the wind and waves carry Bella’s ashes away, carry her to all places, letting her restless soul find peace.

 

There is not much talking – hurt, anger, sadness and frustration to present for everyone, no one strong enough to hold a speech – but they also know that Bella would not have wanted them to held a memorial for her. It is simple and calm, peaceful.

 

They say their silent goodbyes, hoping that passing was the step Bella needed to finally find happiness.

 

 

It are the happy memories that run through Quil, Embry and Seth’s mind as they stand at First Beach at sunset, the same place they had already been at this morning, a small fire burning and cracking by their feet.

 

They think of the motorcycles which are still hidden underneath a bush behind the garage, they think of cinema and homework, spaghetti dinners and cliff diving – every happy memory they ever received through Jacob’s thoughts or witnessed themselves.

 

All they think about is the happy moments, the rare moments of peace, the moments in which Jake and Bells seemed reachable, possible.

 

Embry slowly opens his fist above the fire and three items fall into the orange flames. A picture of him and Jacob when they were seven, standing in front of  the local store with ice-cream in their hands, both of them smiling brightly into the camera. A picture of Embry, Bella and Hannah on Emily’s porch, the tiny baby wrapped securely in Embry´s arms, Bella’s hand caringly stroking the dark fluff of hair. And the postcard he once sent Jacob from New York City, full of blabber about the lights and

the big houses and the girls.

 

Quil is next, a picture of him and an eleven-year-old Jacob next to a Harley Davidson – their faces full of admiration and envy – and a wooden hammer Bella had bought him for his last birthday joining Embry´s memories in the fire.

 

The three of them sigh deeply as the last rays of sunlight glow on the far horizon and Seth finally kneels down next to the fire and pulls something small out of his back pocket.

 

It is a strange picture: the images slowly burning away, inch by inch turning into crumpled black debris of paper, the hammer turning shade for shade darker… and the tiny russet wolf slowly turning into ashes while the sun disappears beneath the ocean’s surface.

 

“I bet he is complaining about us destroying hours and hours of filigree work right now,” Embry sighs with a chaste smile on his face as he watches the burning beneath him.

 

For a second they are silent, only waves and cracking woods filling their ears. But finally Quil starts laughing.

 

Sure, sure,” he says with a bright smile on his face, winking towards the very last inch of sunlight that hovers over the red water.


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the end
thanks for reading

 
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Anna
18 August 2009 @ 09:29 pm
I am so bored. And this is the result.

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more, more, more )

Feel free to take what you like, comments would be nice, though.
Enjoy!

 
 
 
Anna
11 August 2009 @ 02:04 pm
This was... a nightmare to make. Actually making it only took me an hour and was more a try than a real attempt. But then it took like 5 hours to render and I don´t know why since it´s really short and when it was finished the teture was all messed up. Anyhow, I am not going to render this again...

This is a video about Jacob and Bella. But there aren´t too many clips of them in it, I concentrated on using quotes because I wanted to try using more text in videos.

Some might be a little difficult to read...



 
 
Anna
11 August 2009 @ 01:22 pm
So I finally decided to recycle all the graphics I made recently. There is a lot....

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| Icons |
 
1.                               2.                                3.
 
click for more icons, several manips and a breaking dawn character poster )
 
 
 
Anna
20 July 2009 @ 12:30 am
Another Twilight fanfiction.

Title
: Won´t You Be The One I´ll Always Know
Rating: K
Summary: Here I stood in my spilled wedding dress, at the roadside by First Beach, reddish eyes, my fiancé holding me in place while our guests were waiting for us somewhere nearby. And here was right were I belonged.
Bella & Jacob at their wedding day.

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, I just play around with the plot and characters.

Notes: I wrote this for the promt Crimson which was suggested by [info]runningsissors in  sort of beautiful. I know that [info]itslikenature already used a rose in her oneshot, but it was just necessary for the story here and I guess it´s a pretty quick thought to come into your mind when thinking of the word. However the story is mainly focused on something else which is crimson-coloured.


“It´s just what I do. Come on, let´s get married.” )
 
 
Anna
17 July 2009 @ 10:49 am
I´m at my friends computer and she´s not home.... well, she allowed me to use it, so.... still this is weird.

I was going nuts when yesterday there was the new New Moon Still and I couldn´t do anything about it but now I was able to use my friend's photo program. It´s just that all my fonts and textures are, of course, not here so I had to deal with what she has....

I want my computer.....

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ICONS

1.                               2.                              
  


more icons, a recolour and two banners here )
 
 
Anna
14 July 2009 @ 09:58 pm
Now that I don´t have school I have no idea what to do with all that free time I have now. Actually I´ll go nuts soon...

But, since I´ll leave for a friends home for a week tomorrow I thought I could share my recent achievements of boredom with you before.




Icons
       //18//

1.                                2.                               3.


Manips       //1//

Preview


Movie Posters     //3//

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only one way to find out )

 
 
Anna
11 July 2009 @ 03:42 pm
Nothing special - just two wallpapers I made.
Click on the previews below to see the full picture.

The first one is mainly about the love triangle in general.


To see only the Jacob and Bella part of the wallpaper - click here.

The second one is just a random one - I just wanted to try and use a picture frame within the picture.


Enjoy them and feel free to take what you like.

 
 
Anna
10 July 2009 @ 11:22 pm
Title: Pieces
Chapter: A Broken Mess
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, I just play around with the plot and characters- and invent some, eventually.

Summary: What if Bella had insisted on driving Jacob home that night after the movies instead of just letting him leave alone?
Notes: The storytitle - as well as each chapter title is based on the song Pieces by Red.


 
 
 
 

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