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Apathy

Summary:
Edward changes Bella on their wedding day. When Bella awakens to her new way of life, things take a turn for the...less than considerate.


Notes:
the song Roxanne (from Moulin Rouge!) inspired this story. enjoy!!


1. Rings

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After they exchanged rings, Carlisle said with a smile, “Now you may kiss the bride.” I looked at Bella, took in her human complexion, her erratic heart beat that was growing faster by the second, and lastly the blush that lay upon her cheeks. I would miss that the most, especially the warmth. I leaned in to kiss her, and when her feeble, human arms wrapped themselves around my neck, I didn’t stop them. I let her pull me closer still before pulling, difficultly, my cold lips away to move them down her fleshy throat to the soft part just above her collar bone. I sunk my venomous teeth into her, and tasted her sweet scent again. I felt her fingers grab onto my tuxedo jacket, heard the gasp of pain that escaped her lips. I felt her warm, luscious blood fill my mouth and tasted it on my tongue. The monster in me sighed with satisfaction; she was better than I remembered. I hated myself for loving the taste of her blood, la tua cantante Aro had said; and it was true. I felt her neck tense as she tried to pull away. No! the monster screamed.

“Edward,” Bella whispered, “Stop, please stop…”

I immediately pulled my face away from her throat; I couldn’t believe that I had tried to kill her.

“I-I’m sorry….I…I didn’t think…I’m sorry, Bella…” I stuttered, utterly ashamed and disgusted by my actions. I felt her hands tighten on my collar, and she let out a gasp.

“Edwar--” she whimpered before the full effect of the pain hit her and made her scream. I looked at Carlisle frantically. He shook his head sadly; it was too late to go back and undo the promise I had made her.

“Carry her inside, Edward. She’ll be more comfortable there,” Carlisle said. I picked Bella up and rested her shaking, crying, pained body against mine. She pressed her hand against my face, and opened her sobbing eyes.

“I love you,” she moaned. My dead chest ached with pain at having made her like this.

“I love you too, Bella. I’m so sorry--”

I was interrupted by her scream, which was followed by more body-wrenching sobs. I loathed myself. Carlisle opened the front door for me, and I sprinted upstairs to my room. Bella was moaning and shaking.

“Shh, shh…it’s all right Bella. No it’s not…oh God it’s not. Why Bella? Why did you want me to do this to you?” I laid her on my couch, and knelt next to her. Her neck was still bleeding a little. I covered it with my hand, the ring on my fourth finger shined. “Why did you want this, Bella?” I whispered. My eyes burned tearlessly. I kissed her, and she screamed. I tried to move the hair out of her face, and she sobbed. I could do nothing but sit and wait, wait for the pain to subside, wait for my dead heart to stop aching, wait for my wife.