Twilight...Crossed Over with the Draka!!!

Keith Fraser, a member of my alternate-history forum, is not a fan of Twilight and reached the following (quoted) conclusions:

1. "Bella Swann's Pavlovian attraction to Edward Cullen's sparkly marble-ness (etc.) is not unlike the effect of Drakensis pheromones."

2. "(She's) such a doormat (in the first three books) she'd make an excellent serf."

So he decided to write a fanfic crossing the Twilight universe with with S.M. Stirling's Draka novels.  The drakensis, for the record, are what the human Draka use genetic engineering to transform their descendants into--an immortal physically-superior master race.

Here's the link:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6374350/1/Fangs_of_the_Serpent

This is going to be such fun.  Not sure how fast the updates will come, but to pique my loyal readers' interest, I'll post a screenplay-formatted "trailer" Keith wrote that covers where the story will go...

(An exterior shot of a city in California. Air-raid sirens wail in the background. A young BELLA SWANN looks into the sky, where the distant plumes of ICBM launches can be seen.)

UNIDENTIFIED (offscreen)

Bella! Hurry up!

(BELLA runs toward a school bus.)

TITLE CARD

SHE SURVIVED THE END OF THE WORLD

(A computer map of the world shows missile trails between the Domination of the Draka and the Alliance for Democracy along with spacecraft trajectories. Cut to an office in a Draka command bunker. ERIC VON SHRAKENBERG stands in front of the Draka flag.)

ERIC

Activate the Stone Dogs. Service to the State!

OFFICER (offscreen)

Glory to the Race!

(In an Alliance command bunker, officers suddenly go mad and turn on each other.)


(Montage: London, Tokyo, Rio de Janeiro, New York and finally Sacramento vanish in nuclear mushroom clouds.)

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SHE SURVIVED WHAT CAME AFTER

(BELLA, now a couple of years older, stands outside the entrance to an underground shelter somewhere in California. Snow is falling from the leaden sky. Tears in her eyes, she turns away to go back inside.)

(Cut forward several more years. Several dozen Alliance CIVILIANS, including BELLA, are on their knees, hands on their heads, in front of the shelter entrance, surrounded by a ring of GHOULOONS and Draka CITIZENS. Several Alliance SOLDIERS and CIVILIANS who resisted already lie dead in front of them.)

DRAKA OFFICER

From this day forward, you are serfs of the Domination of the Draka. We care nothing for your feelings on the subject; we demand only your unquestioning obedience. Submit, and you will be treated well. Refuse, and you will die. Either way, your lives are no longer your own.

(Cut forward yet again. BELLA, now about 16 or 17, dressed in a Grecian-style tunic with silver collar, bracelets and anklets, dusts a shelf in a Draka mansion. She knocks down a vase but catches it in time before it can hit the ground and break. Her gasp of relief turns into a sob, and she scrubs at her eyes before returning to work.)

TITLE CARD

WILL SHE SURVIVE HIM?

(Catlike eyes follow BELLA from the shadows as she walks listlessly down a corridor with a basket of laundry. A young Drakensis [SVEN] steps out of the darkness. He smiles after her with bared teeth, and his nostrils flare as he breathes in her scent.)


(Lying in her bed in the house-serfs' quarters, BELLA opens her eyes to see EDWARD CULLEN standing over her. She gasps, but he puts his hand over her mouth.)



(SVEN towers over BELLA, his hand on her shoulder. Her eyes are unfocused as he caresses her cheek.)

SVEN

Very soon, Bella...you will be mine.

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FROM THE BEST-SELLING NOVELS BY STEPHENIE MEYER AND S.M. STIRLING

(EDWARD crouches in the rafters of an attic room, looking down at BELLA.)

BELLA

You're not human.

EDWARD

Neither is he.

(A naked BELLA, seen from behind, stands in front of SVEN in a bedroom. He looks her over with obvious approval, then seizes her in his arms and crushes her against him. She cries out, whether in pain or pleasure is hard to tell.)



(Tears in her eyes, BELLA sits against a wall with EDWARD kneeling next to her.)

BELLA

I don't know what to do.

EDWARD

Come with me, if you want to be free.

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FANGS OF THE SERPENT

A TWILIGHT-DRAKA CROSSOVER

(EDWARD, carrying BELLA on his back, runs across an open field at eye-blurring speed, jinking from left to right to stay ahead of machine-gun fire from a Draka helicopter.)

(EDWARD and SVEN fight hand-to-hand in slow motion, landing punches that could dent concrete.)


(A Draka SOLDIER draws a bead on EDWARD through a sniper scope. Suddenly something blocks his vision, then his rifle is wrenched from his hands and twisted into a pretzel. The camera looks up to show a pale, vampirized BELLA, who throws a punch directly at the viewer.)

TITLE CARD

IN 2011

THERE WILL BE NO HAPPILY EVER AFTER

(Dozens of Draka air and ground vehicles converge on the ruins of Forks, Washington.)


(BELLA and EDWARD, surrounded by flames, look longingly at each other.)


(Montage of explosions decimating ruined buildings and woodland, closing on the contrails of space-launched kinetic projectiles falling towards Forks.)

Enjoy...

(For the record, although the first Twilight novel was pretty good, I don't think the books set a good example for young girls, especially the way they romanticize Edward's rather dubious behaviors like creeping into Bella's room at night to watch her sleep.  When conservative Christian Chuck Colson and various feminists point out the exact same set of problems, something is definitely wrong.

http://www.christianpost.com/article/20081128/talking-points-on-twilight/

http://www.breakpoint.org/commentaries/13785-flirting-with-danger

http://www.amplifyyourvoice.org/u/nikkigassley/2009/8/13/Feminism-Doesnt-Sparkle-What-Twilight-Teaches-Young-Girls

http://www.breakpoint.org/commentaries/2171-the-wrong-message

http://www.amplifyyourvoice.org/u/Culture_Voyeur/2008/12/1/Twilight-of-Feminism-in-America

So seeing the Cullens obliterated by a culture that, although it doesn't acknowledge the rights of non-Draka, practices total equality of the sexes, is rather fitting.  And dang it, vampires don't sparkle.)