New Moon: Edward's version
Have you ever wondered what happened to Edward after he left Bella in the forest? What was he thinking when he searched her room for physical proof he exists? How did the other Cullen's react? Were Edward and Bella the only sufferer's of the break up? Here are some answers....
Alright, here is what I think happened and I'm pretty proud of what I've written so please review!! I don't feel this is going anywhere anymore, so I've ticked the completeed box and that's the end of that. HOWEVER if you are desperate for this to be finished, leave me a review and I'll see what I can do, because I know how much it sucks if you're enjoying something and it never gets finished. Lots of love, SparklyCullen xxx
3. The Chase
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I began to run with maddening determination. I was going to hunt her down and scare her witless before I ripped her into shreds with malicious, masochistic intent and burned each individual slither of her body to ashes. Then I would bury every single grain in an individual destination; the bottom of the Atlantic, inside Everest, beneath a volcano – places that were forever in the dark or where she would burn further for attempting to damage my angel. It would be easier to list the places where she wasn’t going to be buried; under a young tree, in Arizona, in Forks... wherever Bella may cross, Victoria wasn’t going to be.
I snarled in frustration. I had promised Bella it would be like I had never existed and it was I who had hung Bella directly under Victoria’s nose. It was my fault. Everything was my fault and I was going to put it right.
I choked on the venom that had been triggered by my violent delight of imagining Victoria in various situations of distress. My frustration eased the shame and self-loathing that soaked into the few last pieces of my dead, blackened heart. The monster in me was dragging me away from civilisation and even further from Bella, my sweet, innocent, caring, undeserved angel sent to me from God to give my existence a meaning. She hadn’t even featured in my life for one out of a hundred and ten years, yet she meant more than the world to me and I needed to repay that debt.
I flew across the country, forcing myself to go faster than any vampire could be capable of. My eyes searched the horizon constantly, waiting for the flicker of red that would indicate I was getting closer. The venom swilled in my mouth, as I darted over Texas. I stopped dead, my head turning south trying to catch her scent. A thousandth of a second later I had made my decision and was flitting South towards Mexico.
I would catch her. She wouldn’t escape.
Eventually I wound up in Porte Alegre in Brazil. My heart shivered sadly, a grieved smile of ironic amusement washing over my hardened features. Bella, I sighed inwardly. My Bella, where are you now? Port Angeles was so far away. I wondered if Bella had returned there recently. She would’ve probably ran into more trouble though hopefully not as troublesome as those despicable, disgusting rapists I had to save her from. She promised - nothing stupid. The thought brought me little relief. Bella never purposefully dropped herself in danger, but the danger magnet that she is, another group of so-called men who’ve obviously never been taught rules of etiquette to the female gender would inevitably cross her path. I snarled at the thought. To calm myself, I continued to trace Victoria’s track whilst remembering our first, if not revealing, “date” that followed my rescue mission...
She knew what I was. Of course we were wrong to put our faith in Ephraim Black’s ancestors if they were going to speak openly of our true nature...
“...And then...” She pauses, chewing her lip, looking down into her lap, embarrassed.
“What?” I ask, confused as to why she wasn’t screaming, why she had agreed to stay with me, if she vaguely understood that I was dangerous.
“I decided it didn’t matter,” she murmurs quietly, not lifting her gaze from her knees.
“It didn’t matter?”
She looks up, seemingly regretful of my facial expression.
“No,” she says calmly. “It doesn’t matter to me what you are.”
“You don’t care if I’m a monster?” I bite back, frustrated and pleased with her dangerously low level of natural prejudice. “If I’m not human?”
Bella. Forever in each self-destroyed fragment of dead heart she would remain. Only Bella, the kind-hearted angel who always looked out for others but never herself, could look past the monster I was. That was why I had to leave. She would never put her own mortality first. For Bella, I toasted mentally as I returned to focus every scrap of my existence to hunting down Victoria across Brazil. For Bella, echoed my heart.