What if James had been about to kill Bella but he had recieved a warning that Edward was coming. So he had escaped with Bella? Bella thinks Edward is dead and still hasn't moved on. Edward thinks Bella is dead. What if they met again when Bella had changed? i have got severe writers block. i have no idea how to end this. i hate to ever give up on a story but if i don't get an idea by monday, i'm deleting it. i need help, please. help me.
I have severe writters block. i have no idea how to end this. i hate to ever give up on a story but if i don't get an idea by monday, i'm deleting it. i need help, please. help me.
1. The Deadly three.
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I stood in the mirrored room, waiting. I heard the front door run and pressed play on the remote.
“Bella? Bella?” she ran in. she spun round, trying to locate the voice. I smiled. I was going to kill her. She would die here. She froze, seeing the VCR. I laughed. She spun around and saw me. Her heartbeat intensified.
“She’s not even here” I moved closed to her and she backed into a wall.
“Sorry” I said, holding her face “but you really made it too easy. So to make it more entertaining, I’m going to make a little film of our time together” I produced the Video camera I had taken from her house. She looked so weak and feeble.
“Ah, that’ll break Edward’s little heart”
“You…Edward has nothing to do with this!” she snapped.
“Oh, but he does. His rage will make for more interesting sport then his feeble attempt to protect you” her breathing was labored. She ran. I was in front of her in a second. I hit her and she flew back and hit a mirror.
“Would you like to rethink your last request?” I asked. I stamped on her leg, hearing it snap.
“No! Edward, don’t!” she screamed. I kicked her. She yelled out in pain.
“I’m going to kill you,” I whispered. She lay still. I thought for a moment. I inhaled, smelling blood. My eyes were black with thirst. I bent down and placed my lips on her neck. I could feel the pulse beneath it. I stroked her face. She was perfect. I bit down. I tasted her hot blood as it gushed into my mouth. She screamed and writhed in agony. I moved from her neck to her wrist. I bit again. The blood tasted sweeter this time. She groaned. Her blood was gushing out of her neck and her wrist. I did the other wrist. The door banged as someone came in. I looked away from my prey. Victoria and Laurent.
“James, they’re coming!” she said.
“What should I do with her?” I asked.
“Take her with us. She can join us,” said Laurent.
“Help me carry her to the car,” I ordered. Laurent picked up her legs and I took her wrists. They were slippery with blood.
“I’ll get a bandage,” said Victoria. We reached our black BMW and shoved her in. I heard a car draw up behind us. He had arrived. Victoria climbed into the driver’s seat and Laurent was in the back with the girl. He had bandaged her wrists and neck.
“Quick!” Victoria said. Edward got out of his car, a silver sport car. The girl with black hair followed him. He glared at me and was about to attack. My eyes were ruby from her blood.
“You’re too late. Don’t follow us” I jumped into the passenger seat and we sped off. She was groaning in pain in the backseat.
“Shhh!” whispered Laurent. I couldn’t hear any sounds of pursuit so I assumed he had given up. The girl had gone quiet. She was part of our group now. The deadly three, now four.