3OK I don't really know Twilight except the first one cause I think the first director did the story justice. And the book was something to read. Now I love harry Potter and I've seem to have exhausted all options for the fan fiction so I dabbled into the crossovers and I have to say there are quite a few good Harry potter X Twilight ones out there anyways here's my shot at it enjoy!
Each day we struggle and each day we strive.
Every second someone is born and the next someone dies.
Still the world will keeps turning it has no reason to stop and no time to care. stuck in a infinite loop time repeats itself playing over and over the same story. It gets a little old for me when living is irrelevant, when your thrown out of the timeline without a second glance forced to live each day stuck where it ended watching all the people live a life with struggles and smiles knowing they'll meet death soon. It pisses me off I didn't choose this life and I probably didn't deserve this, but I guess I drew the fucking short stick on this one Fuck me!. Seems fate likes to see how far she could screw me over. My stomach growled complaining to me to get some kind of nourishment into me. "Well time to go feed"as I jump of my perch. Feeling myself falling knowing no harm can Come. Like a cat I land with gracefulness not known to man. I see my next victim a homeless man scrounging around each day he suffers. Trying to find hope he lives.
The kill is quick and swift not longing to prolong it I bite. As blood stained my hands and clothes, I long ago stopped being repulsed at this, and the nightmares dulled into a black infinity. I grew to accept that this was how I was to live,to much of a coward to kill myself. I lived with this curse. Slowly losing my sanity after I lost my only love all because I denied what I had become, I ignored the hunger, pushed to my breaking point I killed my only light. The only thing keeping me grounded. My one last connection to the life I lived. I could try rejecting to feed again but I couldn't risk going on a rampage. I understand i'm weak so if I cant be Good then I'll succumb to instinct time and time again. Looking down at my latest victims eyes, I couldn't tear away from the far off vacant stare they held. The terror that resided in them would never vanish. It becomes another scar to my soul, another sight to haunt the deepest depths of my mind. And it all started so long ago... hard to believe I've been alive 30 years. All my friends gone on with their lives. They probably even had a few kids. I'm left behind...Fuck! Slamming my hand on the faded brick wall the spot I hit crumbling like fine velvet dust. I look up and see the faded orange hue that signifies another sunrise. If only a sunrise brought me that hope most people see when they gaze upon it. Ill never get that sense of happiness ever again. All I will ever see is a burning dying light.
Ok so this is just something I had in my drafts I dont know if it makes sense
But it does to me
so yeah thanx for reading