A story set a year after Bella is turned into a vampire. "The haunting, metallic smell fills her nose. She shrieks and turns in the dark room, searching for the source. Her hands are sore from the chains that bind her. But they will not bleed, no matter how hard she tries she can not bring forth a single drop to drink." Bella has difficulties dealing with becoming a vampire. She will do anything for blood, and Edward wishes that he could please her.
These are two triple-drabbles. Each exactly one hundred words in length.
1. Chapter 1
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The haunting, metallic smell fills her nose. She shrieks and turns in the dark room, searching for the source. Her hands are sore from the chains that bind her. But they will not bleed, no matter how hard she tries she can not bring forth a single drop to drink.
Oh Lord, where is it? She cranes her neck, her entire body twitches with need. She wants to see it, blossoming from skin, seeping into her. She wants to feel it on her tongue, fresh and warm.
The he opens the door. The light filters in and illuminates the room. She searches for the source of the smell.
He sets down a plate with a large slab of cougar corpse. She wrinkles her nose, this isn't what she was looking for. It smells rancid compared to the memory of human blood. It is red, thick with juice, but she does not desire it.
He backs against the wall. He is scared of her, though he knows that she could not harm him. The fang marks that cover his arms are proof of that. He was not hurt and did not bleed.
She growls. It's his fault. He will not let her free to taste and feed as she pleases. He made her this, but will not let her be what she has become.
"Bella..." He is trying to talk. As if that will do anything. She lunges at him, but the chains that bind her are unbreakable. Her arms are nearly wrenched from the sockets as she falls back to the bed.
He shakes his head. It has been a year, and nothing has changed, but he has to try.
"Bella, I love you."
She sneers and laughs. Her teeth are bared and her grin is frightening.
"I love you."
He stands outside the room with his head in his hands and leans against the wall for support. He always retreated swiftly from her chamber. Her shrieks drift through the walls and choke him with their spite.
His heart beats quickly, he is terrified of her. He is terrified that she will never be sane again.
He is terrified that he will never forget what she became.
The sound of a horrible crack comes from inside the room. She has thrown the bed against the wall again, hoping to get out.
It is hopeless, but the only thought that enters her mind is the need to be free. The blood lust drives her and destroys any rational thinking.
He wishes that he could sooth her. He wishes that he had blood to give.
He wishes that he was mortal, then she would want him.
He aches to join her in her cries, he wants his voice to intertwine with hers and howl to nothing in pure hatred.
This curse that has befallen them both destroys everything in its path. It hungers for life, and will not rest until it is crippled beyond repair.
He turns and faces the wall, his fingers brush the door between them. He longs to be with her in there, even to have her attack him, even to have her kill him. Because feeling her at all is better than living without her.
If only he wasn’t such a damn coward.
He touches the silver doorknob, contemplating the thought of re-entering. He is torn between his hatred and his desire to be with her.
Her feral growl resonates through the door.
"I love you, Bella."
He hears her panting and knows that she is curled up in a ball, wishing for impossible sleep.
"I love you."