Author's Note:

Hi everyone. This has been stuck in my head for the last couple of weeks and I thought I would share. There are no plans on turning this into an actual story. Feel free to use your own imagination on who the character's are within this little scene. I've left it open to interpretation. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any other affiliation with the brand.


"Are you a good person?"

The question sent a wave of shock through the drunk tresses of his mind. She stood on the stage, balancing all of her weight on her toes. He sat slouched in front of her, thighs spread and arms crossed over his chest.

"No."

It was quite possibly the only time he'd ever spoken the absolute truth. And to a stranger no less.

She did not respond as she paused, both of her arms in the air. Her attention now removed from her dance. When she descended the staircase toward him, it was as though her feet only touched air. Soundless grace. She bent and balanced her hands on either side of the arm rests. It wasn't until he met her gaze fully did she speak.

"That's alright. Most people aren't."

"You are."

"I am?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll take your word for it."

She lifted herself away from him, floated back up the stairs, and continued her dance. He watched her. An angel on earth. Clean and unbroken. An image entirely too good for mortal consumption.

Something deep within his unclean, black soul came awake and rumbled to attention. It whispered darkly. A promise, a curse.

Mine.

And somewhere, the devil smiled.