Leaving your love is hard, but forgetting about the pain is even worse. Try telling that to Edward Cullen. When he thinks he's imagining things, he doesn't know how real things are about to get. A twist on New Moon Chapter 3 is up!
I know what you're thinking, this story is so over done! But really, IT'S NOT what you think it is. I don't know how to explain it, but it's actually really good. I just hope you'll like this.
1. Pain of losing you
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Every part of my undead, stone-like body throbbed, as if I had been submerged in liquid fire. More than anything I had ever felt before… the pain of transforming, the pain of a conscience while I had been on my blood binge… more than anything, I just wanted it to stop.
I took a deep, painful breath and stared at the ground, trying to come up with something to make her let go. I could see that this would be near impossible. She loved me more than anything for some foolish reason. I tried not to show my grimace, but my mouth twisted slightly of its own accord. I looked up, trying to keep every ounce of my love out of my eyes. I needed to do this. For her safety. For her love.
“Bella, I don’t want you to come with me.” The biggest lie of my life, spoken to the most important person I’ll ever have. I kept my eyes trained on her face, watching as the brown chocolate of her eyes picked apart my cold, hating words.
“You…don’t…want me?” She said, her voice weak. I wanted to kill myself over and over again until there was nothing left. Curse this hateful monster that swelled under my skin.
“No,” I said in the most coldly and impossibly believable way I could manage. This was tough love we’re talking about.
“Well, that changes things.” Oh, Bella… no, I’m so sorry.
“Edward Cullen!” A loud, booming voice sounded unconventional against my ears. I looked up and saw a dark, looming figure above me.
“Emmett?” I asked, my voice sounding dead. I was dead. His face came closer as he kneeled next to me.
“Man, I knew you were bad, but I didn’t think you’d be this bad.”
“How did you find me?” I had run away, far away, from all of those whom I loved, especially from the one.
“Well, although you smell absolutely disgusting from staying in this…” he looked around the shack. “…place, I could still smell the real Edward underneath the stench.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, getting up and shaking my head.
“That’s the thanks I get for coming here and finding you?” He sat down next to me. “Man, everyone is extremely worried about you. The house is like, absolutely silent without you. Jasper and Alice still haven’t came back from Denali, Carlisle barely ever comes home from the hospital, and Esme just flits around the house, trying to make it seem like a home. Even Rose barely talks. How could you do this to us?”
“How could I do this?” I tried to sound angry, but it didn’t come out that way. I just sounded dead.
“Yeah! You ruined all of our cool ‘family’ love. Listen… it’s been three months already…this obviously isn’t working… maybe we should just go—“
“Emmett!” Now I sounded a bit angry. “No. This is my choice. She is safe without us interfering.”
“But…I miss her,” Emmett sounded sad. “I know it’s your choice, but what about the rest of us? She was my buddy too. And, she was Alice’s best friend. She was like Esme’s and Carlisle’s daughter, you know? And—“
“Stop. Please, Emmett. Please, stop,” I begged him. “I know…I’m so sorry, but I can’t put her in any more danger than she’s already in. She means more to me than anything else. If she died by one of our teeth, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“No. There are no buts. We’ll simply have to survive without her.”
“You know what?” Emmett yelled in anger, standing up. “You suck. At life!”
“Like I don’t know that?” I mumbled, lying back down on the straw bed I made for myself.
“If you don’t go back to her by the end of this year, Edward…” he warned. “I’ll go back myself.”
“No, you won’t,” I said coolly. “If you do, I’ll leave forever. In a place you’ll never be able to find me, regardless of how I smell.”
He punched down, fiercely in his anger, and the ground shook under his fist.
“I hate this!” He shouted before running away.
He was immature, but he was so right. I hated this too. I hated all of this, mostly myself, with pure unadulterated anger.
“I’m sorry, but I love her much more than I love myself,” I whispered to no one. A spider came crawling out of one of the holes of the shack and I let it crawl into my hand.
I needed to hunt. Not because I wanted to survive, but because I’d go crazy and kill innocent people if I didn’t. I had no reason to survive anymore. Crawling out of the shelter, I slowly walked around the woods, searching for the creature that would fall prey to my primal urges.
Killing held no enjoyment. Drinking the deer’s sweet blood held no sustenance. Once the trail of Victoria’s blood no longer held to the ground, I prepared to leave. Picking up my small pack of clothes, I buckled it to my back and wiped the blood off of my face.
“Is anyone there?” A small voice asked softly, sounding so alone and desperate that my heart strings throbbed. I stared out, into the weave of trees and branches, unable to see anyone in the dawn’s light. I could not pick up a hint of anyone’s thoughts, either.
That was when the blood’s scent hit me. The burning in the back of my throat erupted and the venom pooled in my mouth. My teeth glistened and my body tensed. The blood reminded me of one other’s, whose blood I would do anything to keep myself from. My eyes widened and I watched as a girl came flitting between the trees.
“Oh! Finally, I found someone! I was so lost,” she smiled gratefully at me. How could she even see me? I crouching behind a couple of tall bushes and it was too dark for a human to see in. I moved the branches and looked closer at her.
My dead heart seemed to leap out of my chest and I gasped for unneeded air.