Shadows of Forks

by Hopeless_ness

Summary:

Marceline Rain — bold, sarcastic, and chronically unimpressed — suddenly finds herself in a world that looks terrifyingly like the pages of an old YA novel. She has no idea how or why it happened, but the sheer impossibility of it all is enough to push her right to the edge of a breakdown.

This new world doesn’t ask for her consent; it just shoves her into its own rules and expects her to play along. Now Marcy has to face the inevitable: adapt, survive, and work with what she’s got. But one thing’s for sure—she’s not planning to play a role that was written for someone else.

Twilight, but with a spark. 🔥

Chapter 1: Prologue.

I used to think about death a lot.

Back in my old, real life, there were more than enough reasons for it — war, depression, despair, that crushing emptiness that ate me from the inside. All of it made me believe my life had no meaning, that my existence was just a pathetic, tragicomic parody of what a normal person might call "living." But I never imagined my story would end like this — in the middle of the absurd, surreal mess surrounding me now.

Holding my breath, I stared at the hunter. He stood on the other side of the room, smirking smugly, eyes locked on me, already picturing what my final moment would look like.

Dying in a fictional universe, torn apart by the fangs of a character who doesn't even exist — that's one hell of a ridiculous death. Honestly? Embarrassing. He knew exactly where to push. He played on my fears perfectly, hitting every nerve to bring me here, to this rotten, freezing building.

Of course, I tried to justify myself. I told myself maybe things would've turned out differently if I'd made other choices. Picked a different day. A different life. Maybe then I wouldn't be stuck in fucking Forks, staring down my own death. But when fate has you dancing to some prewritten script, any attempt to run turns into a sad little joke.

And yet... I can't say I regret everything. This cursed universe gave me something I was always starving for in the real world: support, care... maybe even love?

And as everyone knows, you always pay for the gifts.

The hunter smiled at me — welcoming, almost tender — and took a step forward. His movements were lazy, even graceful, but I knew better: behind that calm was deadly precision.

I thought I'd be shaking in fear, crying. But I just froze, burning him with my glare. One single thought spun through my head: I could at least try to fight. At least not give him the satisfaction of seeing me wait for death like a lamb.

Fucking psycho.

He moved closer, each step so silent it felt like a mockery. My heart pounded in my chest — no doubt he could hear every beat.

That friendly smile still on his face, the hunter kept walking toward me. Intent on killing.

 

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