Since its Christmas here's a gift from me to you. I own nothing
twilight but I am grateful that S. Meyers allows us to play with
her toys.  White Snowflakes and Blood Red Sheets  EPOV Christmas
Eve  Outside the massive floor to ceiling windows that stood
open, snow fell softly over the forest. A blanket of blinding
white covered what was normally an emerald haven to me and my
family. I could see the snowflakes as they flew past the
windows. Each one a different pattern of symmetrical lines and
shapes; all different, yet all the same. Individual flakes made
soft wet sounds as they scattered across the ground.  It was
twilight and soon the night would overtake the day but would not
hinder my vision. It made no difference if there was light or
not. I could still see it all. Hear it all.  The animals of the
forest, large and small, were scurrying on their way to nowhere.
Most of the larger breeds were alert as they moved; knowing
instinctively that a larger predator also resided on this land.
Tonight they need no