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Distruzione (Destruction)

Summary:
This is La Tua Cantante in Edward's POV--as was promised. A lot of your unanswered questions from BPOV will be answered in this story. So I hope you enjoy and please rate and comment. I love hearing from you guys!


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24. Chapter 24: Unrepentance

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I had to force myself to ignore everyone's thoughts and focus on Bella's well-being as we made our way to Jacob's cell. It was so hard for me to see him and not rip him apart at that very moment.

He was sprawled out on a cot, his head hanging off one end and his feet hanging off the other. He was unrepentant and rather cocky that he had gotten away with it.

'..."You take one down, pass it around, 34 bottles of beer on the wall," ' he sang in his head, bored senseless, ' "34 bottles of beer on the wall, 34 bottles of beer--" ' He broke off as he noticed my presence. 'Or is it blood?'

"You've got some nerve comin' to see me, bloodsucker!" Jacob said, angrily, miserably sitting up and leaning his back against the wall.

I growled softly, out of anger and irritation.

He rolled his eyes, "Relax; the guard's out on coffee break; your secret's safe." 'For now,' he added, in his head, standing up and advancing towards us, clenching and unclenching his fists. 'I'm not makin' any promises.' He taunted, "You're lucky I don't rip you to shreds right now, Cullen! Dirty rotten leech!"

Oh, he did not go there! I was the dirty rotten leech. After what he did--the words 'dirty rotten leech' sold him short.

" What kind of man are you; feeding off the woman who loves you to save your life like hers means nothing?! I'd give my soul to have your head as a souvenir."

'Hell, I'd give Bella's soul,' he thought, as Bella, said, angrily, "Over my dead body, Jake!"

Jacob turned his glare on her, causing her to tremble in fear. 'Well, that could be arranged. Aren't you on the Volturi nugget-face thingie's top ten most wanted list or something? No worries, though. I'm sure they'll make it quick and painless--or rather slow and painful.'

I snarled and pulled Bella further back from Jacob.

"You!" Jacob said, tauntingly, "You know, I don't know about you...but as for me..." he raised his eyebrows and grimaced suggestively, envisioning the two of them having sex, "You're definitely the best I've ever had. And I've gotta say...I've definitely gotta be better than that."

Bella stiffened up and I growled, "Don't you dare talk to her like that, Jacob! You have no right to even be seeing her after what you did."

"And, why is she here, huh? I'd've thought you'd rather die than let her come. With how stubborn you are, I can't believe you caved. You must be more whipped than I thought." 'So tell me...' Jacob thought, 'How is the whipped cream, huh? Never got a chance to test it out myself.'

I growled again, wanting nothing more than to kill him right now.

Bella yelled, "SHUT UP, JACOB! What the hell is the matter with you, huh?! Don't you feel any remorse for what you did? Any sorrow at all for hurting me?"

'I don't feel sorrow for pathetic bloodsuckers like your son of a bitch. Or, is he the bitch in the relationship?' He shrugged, "Remorse? I can't even spell it." No surprise there. "Why should I feel remorse? Your beloved bloodsucker sure as hell doesn't, does he?"

He glared at me with a taunting smirk, "Why does Bella love you? All you've brought her is pain." At that moment, he played the memory of Bella in the forest after I left her when Sam had found her. "Pain," he remembered her coming to see him to ask him to fix the motorcycle--pain and misery etched permanently onto her countenance; "pain," he remembered her crashing the motorcycle to and getting hurt to hear my voice; "pain," he remembered her jumping off the cliff and almost drowning, "and more pain." He played every second of his raping her in his mind--her every scream, her every cry for help, her pain which had become his joy. "You don't deserve her!"

No longer able to control myself, I growled so loud that the room literally shook and Bella cringed away from the sound as I involuntarily lunged for Jacob, strategizing in my head a thousand different ways to kill Jacob and what would hurt him the worst.

"Edward, no!" Bella grabbed me and struggled to pull me back. "Please! Not now, not here. He's not worth it."

She held him, her arms wrapped around me from behind, forcing me to calm down.

'Yeah, Edward...'Jacob had to force himself to think my name, ' "Please!" ' He mocked her in his head, ' "Not now, not here. I'm not worth it." '

I staggered slightly, weakened by Bella's pain that I inevitably felt. The mere memories of her pain was so endlessly torturous...excruciating. It would haunt me everyday for the rest of my life--however the hell long that would be.

I turned around to face Bella.

"Let's go, Bella."

"Wuss!" Jacob accused, 'Come on--be a man. Stand up to your woman. Don't let her control you. You really aren't much of a man; are you?' "What's the matter; can't face a little regret?"

He did not know one thing about regret. He could never understand what regret really was. Regret was not just feeling guilty about your mistakes--it was literally being destroyed...your being destroying itself because your existence means nothing...you have no right to exist.

"No..." I said, softly, turning to face him, stiffening as I did so, to keep myself under control. "I live with every regret imaginable everyday of my life. I am guilty of so many acts that you could never even dream of, Jacob."

'You'd be surprised,' he thought, cockily, 'I am quite corrupted. Or have you not noticed...I just don't give a damn anymore. What for--I never had my reason to live.'

"But, you feel no guilt for what you did." I said, desperate to make him see the error in his ways.

'Like I said...I have no reason.' Yeah, he got that right. "I was completely justified in doing it." Jacob said, carelessly.

What? He did not just say that to me. How could he justify hurting Bella? No reason was justified enough for that. I had learned that the hard way.

"Justified?" I asked, bringing Bella around and showing her to him, holding her by her arms. "Look at her, Jacob! Look what you did to her! You call this justice? Who the hell are you to do this to my Bella?!"

'Which question do you want me to answer first?' He thought, while saying, "I don't see your name on her, leech. Free game, as far as I'm concerned."

I clenched my fists and pulled Bella back again in order to approach Jacob. I glared at him and said, threateningly, "I used to think I was a monster--cursed to this hell--but you proved me wrong. You are the monster, dog! If you so much as think about touching her again, I will kill you. Mark my words, it is not over."

'Touch!' He taunted, in his head, imagining touching her. "Yeah, you bet your ass it's not. It is only the beginning."

I took a step back, not taking my eyes off of Jacob, and took Bella's hand, and pulling her slightly as I turned to leave.

"Wait." She pleaded, softly, looking now to Jacob, "I came to say good-bye. You have no idea how much it hurts me, but I think it's best."

'Ah, yes, and you always think about what's best, I'm sure.' He thought, sarcastically.

"When you do get out," she continued, "...stay away from me. I never want to see you again."

Jacob smirked, "Ah, but you will." His thoughts now revolved around her in a sexual sense. "You'll be seeing in your dreams tonight. Deny it all you want, Bella, we both know you liked it. We both know who you'll really be feeling inside you tonight. And it is definitely not that leech, who I can only assume is impotent, based on his whole century spent getting no action."

"Leave. Her. Alone." I said, through clenched teeth, longing so desperately to kill him.

In my whole time of being a vampire, I had killed people--limiting myself to only the truly evil--and not touching the innocent. I killed to feed; not once did I ever take pleasure in the kill. I only did it as a necessity. But, right now, I would've given anything to be able to kill Jacob in the most painful of ways. And, I would only take too much joy and pleasure in the kill...in the pain...in the hell that I would inflict upon him.

"She wants nothing more to do with you...and you will respect her wishes."

'As far as you know.' Jacob breathed an arrogant chuckle and said, ignoring me. "Bye, Bella..." He forced himself to act polite. "I miss you already."

To test me, he made to touch her when I grabbed his hand to stop him. "Do not touch her again, dog..."

'Or what?' He thought, angrily.

With a quick twitch of my hand, I broke Jacob's wrist and he stifled a scream, wrenching his hand free and clutching it with his good hand.

"...or something unfortunate like that will happen." I said, angrily, unable to control my hatred and anger towards him any longer.

Carlisle wouldn't like it, but I didn't really care right now. I was too mad to care about what he thought about this.

I took Bella's hand and made to lead her out when Sam came in, angrily, ignoring me and Edward.

I couldn't help but stiffen up slightly at his presence, knowing that he hated me, worrying that he might react like Jacob had, but he was too concerned with Jacob's reckless idiocy.

The guard followed him, reluctant to do this, as he unlocked the gate to let him in.

I tried to pull Bella out, desperate to get out of here, but she removed her hand from mine to watch in disgusted horror, keeping her distance, as Sam yelled, "Jacob, you damn idiot!"

He backhanded him so hard he collapsed, falling onto the cot.

'OW!' Jacob thought, 'What did I do?'

"What the hell is your problem? I cannot believe you. Does your life mean nothing to you; your purpose?!

'Good going, tell the whole world, why don't you?' He thought, irritably, eyeing the guard.

"You have a duty to fulfill and now, you've lost it all. You worthless moron!"

Jacob scrambled to his feet and looked at Bella, over Sam's shoulder. 'Or rather...who did I do?' He thought, saying, "It was all worth it." He shrugged, carelessly, "Besides...Bella needed to get laid by someone who could offer her some satisfaction instead of Captain Cardboard over there."

He nodded to me, thinking, 'What the hell do you have that I don't?'

"Bella, let's go!" I said, angrily, "Now!"

Jacob smiled and Sam pushed him against the wall, grabbing him by his hair, jerking his head back against the concrete wall.

Bella eagerly followed me out, seemingly as desperate to get away from this as I was.

We got outside and it was pouring down rain and Bella groaned, "I can't catch a break!"

"You okay?" I asked, ignoring my irritability towards the rain. Right now was hardly the time for little irritations.

She nodded, "Fine...let's just...go."

I wanted to push it further, but we were both so beaten up enough already that neither of us could handle anymore. So, I simply nodded and opened the door for her, helping her in, before going over to my side and getting in. I let her drive, considering I was in no condition to be driving, with how angry I was.

We took off immediately, both eager to escape our troubles.