What if Edward had been unable to resist the temptation of Bella's blood on that fateful day? What if it resulted in her transformation? Would their love story be the same?
Even though I say this is angsty, I'm not generally an angst writer. I tend to try to have a good balance, so this isn't anything too hardcore. I'm not completely sure of whether or not there will be more angst in future chapters or what.
1. Chapter 1
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I sit in my car while the rest of the students are heading to class. For a moment, rationalized thought returns to me; for a moment, I regain my self control. Some part of my mind tells me that this is wrong, but the beast within me can't resist the blood flowing through Isabella Swan's veins; it has smelled the finest wine, and its restlessness will not cease until it has tasted it, too.
You must leave now, it says. Otherwise, Alice will see you; she'll stop you before you get to the girl. Upon remembering Alice, my thoughts shift. Can she see me? I listen closely for her voice. No, she won't notice until it is far too late. She is focusing on Jasper, and she has not the slightest inkling of my plan. I rev the engine of my Volvo, speeding out of the parking lot. I'll be there when Bella Swan gets home, but when will that be? I glance at the dashboard clock and see that there are forty minutes left until the end of the school day. Factoring the drive home in her ancient truck, that means I have a little under an hour to wait. Clenching my jaw, I push down on the pedal, willing my car to go faster. My thirst, my master, is driving me insane, screaming at me to hurry. I reach the Swan house and, upon realizing the suspicion my car will evoke, I park in the nearby woods and wait.
I want--I need--to taste Bella Swan's blood in my mouth, trickling down my throat, temporarily holding my insatiable hunger at ease. Bitter venom swirls in my mouth as I stand in the woods, my stomach feeling incredibly empty. I imagine myself eagerly devouring the crimson nectar...
A sound in the distance makes me smile darkly to myself; it's the loud roar of a very old pick-up truck, unmistakable despite the its distance. The minutes crawl by like hours until the engine gets extremely loud and I finally see the red truck pulling into the driveway. I resist the urge to leap out of my hiding place and ambush her as she trudges up to the front door. No, my thirst commands, not yet. She'll scream, and someone will surely hear. I want to respond that there are no nearby neighbors, but I know that the risk is not worth it. So I wait once more, willing myself to be patient as I hear water running from inside the house. Now. I must obey my thirst at this point; what little patience I have had has finally worn thin.
I dart to the door, briefly wondering if it's locked before remembering that it does not matter. In a single movement, I push down the door with a deafening crash and follow the saccharine aroma wafting through the house. In the kitchen stand a frightened Bella Swan, a dish towel in her hands. Her eyes are shining with tears as she opens her mouth to speak. Before a single syllable comes out, I've knocked her to the floor, pinning her down with one hand. I inhale, allowing the scent of her blood to fill me as venom completely fills my mouth. She looks up at me in fear, struggling against my stone grasp. I hear Carlisle's voice echoing in my head: Please, Edward. Don't do this. What little trace of humanity that I have left must be attempting to stop me. This part of me will come to regret what I'm about to do, but the beast does not relinquish me from its hold.
Edward, you can do this! She's all Charlie has, Alice's voice tells me softly and urgently. I lower my head to Bella's neck...
Edward! My conscience has taken Rosalie's form this time, and she's shrieking at me. You will reveal all of us!
My lips press against the girl's throat and she squirms more than ever, uttering a strangled scream. I can feel her blood pulsing through her veins...
EDWARD! It is Carlisle again. My teeth sink into soft skin and I feel the blood rushing into my mouth as the voices of my family shout in my mind. The warm, red liquid is like nothing I've tasted before, and I know that I will never feel this sort of satisfaction again.
"Please, Edward! Stop!" Carlisle's voice comes from behind me this time rather than within my head. I tear myself away from my prey to see that he is standing in the doorway to the room, gazing down at me with a tragic look in his eyes. "Please," he echoes softly.
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