Bella has a nightmare about her wedding day where her beautiful, but mysterious groom is attacked by a monstrous wolf. After she wakes up, she goes looking for the groom where she remembered she had noticed him in real life only a few days before. When their meeting is interrupted she wonders, why is everyone trying to make decisions for her? and why is Edward so dangerous? Banner courtesy of Eternitys_Charm Based off of the movies (and the book) Ever After, and Twilight.
16. Chapter 17
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“Good, now we can get on to the fun.” I could only imagine what horrors he thought were “fun”, and none of them were pleasant in any way for me.
“As you can see, I set this room up for our wedding, but there is a plus side to all this decorative white fabric. It makes it so when your Edward comes and tries to save you, he sees that he is too late, and he’ll also see your blood everywhere.” He circled me, gesturing with his hands as he talked, and a proud smirk on his face. “It’s all ingenious really. The mirrors also add to the affect, they only emphasize how painful that this will be for you, extending forever in a reflection.” He looked over at me, cocking his head to the side, and narrowing his eyes slightly.
“You seem impassive. Let’s see how you’ll feel after our first round.”
“First round of what?” My fists clenched to my dress, ready to embrace anything he was going to throw at me.
“Just a moment, Highness.” He bowed and disappeared backward, only to return a moment later, two long swords in his hands. He probably took them from the infantry closet in the basement.
“Here.” He tossed one of them on the ground, just missing my feet, the blade perfectly perpendicular to my body.
I slowly bent down to grab it, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. I didn’t trust him. I drew the sword up to my waist, pointed at him. Not that it could really hurt him.
“There. The first round is a duel. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” He winked and raised his sword toward me, a gesture that was meant to signal for the start.
I took a deep swing overhead, using as much of my strength as possible. He blocked it easily, barely moving his sword at all. I tried another swipe, this time underhand. Again, I was blocked; his strength and agility gave him a great advantage. There was really no point in this.
Again and again I tried, all my technique was good, but I was no match for his bulk and speed.
“You’re very talented with this. I suppose you took lessons as a child.” His assumptions were right, and during those lessons I was taught to maintain as much of my strength as possible throughout a duel, but by now my arms were about done, the muscles begging for a break, along with my heart that was just trying to keep up.
“I did. My father was a master swordsman.”
“I see. It’s too bad that you couldn’t pierce me, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Too bad.” I muffled the words under my breath, but I knew he could hear every word. Instead of getting angry, he was amused. Even laughing.
“Now, I know you don’t mean that. Come on. Take a strike. It won’t do a thing.” He rose his hands up, as if surrendering. I took out all of my anger on him. If I would die here, I didn’t want to die angry.
Each stroke did nothing; in fact it was making me even more tired. I was only ripping his clothes, his body nearly shattered the sword every time I would try and hit him, the energy rattling my arm. I eventually dropped the sword, no longer able to keep it in my hand.
“Tired? I guess we can move to our next objective. But you did end sooner than I expected, that deserves some punishment.” He strut over to wear I stood, sword in hand. To my surprise, he didn’t cut me; instead he grabbed me by the hair, throwing me across the room, slipping across the floor that was also covered in fabric. I eventually slid into one of the mirrors, a piece of glass stabbing into my head. I took it out, examining the gaping hole with my hand. Blood stained my palm and fingers, practically making me sick.
James followed quickly after my fall; he finally unleashed the power of his sword, swiping it across my cheek. It caused a thin, but deep cut to form, and I could feel the hot liquid run down my cheek, they felt like warm tears.
He tossed the weapon aside, bending down to eye level with me. I was screaming into his ear, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Ready now?” He pulled me up by the shoulders, nearly crushing them with the force he inflicted. “Answer me!” His head shook back and forth violently with fury, his teeth clamped tightly.
“Yes!” I couldn’t help that my tone was slightly aggravated; no one could believe that this man was sane.
“It seems like you need a break. We’ll have a little story time. But first let’s take a little trip to the center of the room. I like the lighting better.”
I started to move sluggishly, the fastest pace my body would carry me.
“It’s not like you have a broken leg. Move faster!” I tried in vain to move forward, but my speed was regretfully the same, almost like I wasn’t moving at all. A large growl escaped out of his mouth.
His anger got the best of him, and he kicked my leg. Directly after, he ran to the middle of the room, impatience written through his tense stance. My leg had allegedly snapped it half, the bottom slamming back against the mirrors which were probably an inch behind me because of my slow pace. My body crumpled to the ground.
I tried crawling with one leg, but it turned out to be my arms dragging the rest of my crippled body. After a long and painful amount of time, I reached James.
“Finally.” His eyes looked behind me. “ Ah, I see you made a nice trail for Edward to find, that will kill him. I’m sure you’ll want him to avenge you?” I felt like I needed to say yes, but I knew I was going to die either answer I gave, so I told him the truth.
“No. I don’t want him…anywhere…near you.” My words were becoming slurred, and I could feel my eyes closing. I had lost too much blood.
“Tell him to avenge you!”
“I-” I didn’t finish the sentence, I was too distracted by the tracker suddenly disappearing. I found him with my eyes, my body unwilling to move anymore. To my surprise, Edward had him pinned to the wall, but soon after, James was flying through the air. I was met with the comfort of Edward’s arms carrying me.“I’m so sorry, Bella. I didn’t want this to happen.” His eyes were pained as he jumped through the air. Suddenly we were falling back down. My body detached from his grip, letting me slam against the ground. The last thing I saw was James come toward me, lowering his mouth to my wrists. My eyes closed, and there was a sharp pain, almost a burning. There was great pressure all over my body, and nothing else existed. I knew in that moment that I was dead.
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