Edward looks through Bella's window. He has been gone for six months, two weeks, a day, and five hours. He knows every minute because it hurts so much. All he wanted to do was see her one more time. What happens when he learns what he has done to the only one he will ever love? banner that actually shows up made by the FANtastic iris!
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My teeth pierce her skin. It is so soft, like butter.
Then I taste her blood. It flows over my tongue, surrounding it, soothing my parched throat. She is so sweet. It is like I am tasting my angel’s soul. Delicate, delicious, perfect. How can I ever stop?
Why should I stop? This is what she wants. She wants me to drink this all, to let the precious liquid finish my thirst, flow into me, become a part of me forever. What could be romantic than having the one you love within you?
No. I will not kill her. How can it be right to end the life of the one I love? I cannot live with her blood on my hands, or rather in my body. I must let her live. I love her.
It is so true. And that truth shines so good, so pure, that somehow I, weak as I am, find the strength to pull away, to lick only a single drop more of her sweet, sweet blood.
She will live, now forever. I have done what she once wanted. If only I’d listened then! If only I’d changed her when she first wanted me to. Then we would be together forever, and she would never have suffered.
Never have suffered! What a ridiculous thing to think, when she is being consumed by my fiery venom as we speak.
Yet I cannot live without her.
“I love you too,” I whisper, but I am certain she cannot hear me. I can see the pain burning her, destroying her. Have I done the right thing?
The selfish part of me is certain I am right. After all, now I have eternity to win her love.
The other part? Not so much. I have defied the wishes of my angel.
Not really, I lie. She is dead now, just as dead as you.
As though she can sense my falsehood, Bella screams.
“Fire! I’m on fire. Help! Someone help!”
But she does not call my name. I can’t even begin to say how much that hurts. Once, when this venom burnt through her, she cried for my help. Now I suppose she does not even want me near.
She talks to herself, a feverish muttering, just as she does when asleep.
“It’s not as bad. It hurts, but it’s not as bad. Not as bad- AH! Not as bad.”
There is a tremendous, almost furious power in her voice.
“AHHH!!! Not as bad.”
Not as bad as what? I wonder. What could hurt more than this?
“Nowhere near as bad. And this will end. And then I’ll be alone again. But maybe he’ll want me then. Then I’ll be beautiful. Not as BAD!”
The answer to the question I posed comes tumbling into my mind, and I too am in agony. I remember very clearly the pain of being changed. For Bella, my leaving was worse. How could I do this?
How could I cause her pain?
I broke my promise to her.
And now I have damned her to forever.
What have I done?
I hold her close to me as she flails in agony. Oh, my angel. What have I done?
I have broken my promise to do the one thing that would win back her love. I have violated the deal that would prove my devotion. I have taken the soul of the most wonderful thing in the world. Now she is dying before me, her soul consumed by the flames. I scream with her as the change burns. What have I done?
I have broken her heart. I have lied to her. I have killed her. I have stolen her soul. I have consigned her to further agony. I have probably convinced her that I am nothing more than a liar, tricking her, never having loved her.
But that is the one sin I have not committed. My love is eternally pure, Bella. It will always be yours.
Even having stolen your life, your heart, your future, your soul. I do it all because I love you.
This has all made me one lowly thing. I have taken it all from my angel.
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