Like a Vampire Bat Out of Hell
A songfic to Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell. Set to the break up of Edward and Bella, Bella's POV is an excerpt of my main fic Forbidden to Remember. Enjoy, don't hate :) I did it because I was bored and needed a one shot
1. Bat Out Of Hell
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The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling way down in the valley tonight. There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye and a blade shining oh so bright.There's evil in the air and there's thunder in the sky and a killer's on the bloodshot streets. Edward Cullen lifts his black eyes from the twisted knife in his hands that had failed to enter his dead heart, listening carefully to the people moving down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising, just beyond the shadows where he’s hidden.
Oh I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter, thinks one as he glances down the alley where Edward’s hidden from sight. He was starting to foam in the heat.
Edward flinches away from the image the man produces. Even if nothing matters, he doesn’t want to know what he looks like. Oh, Bella, Bella, Bella. Baby you're the only thing in this whole world that's pure and good and right, Edward moans so quietly only he can hear it. I never deserved you - wherever you are and wherever you go there's always gonna be some lightbut I bring darkness with me. I cannot risk your life any more than this knife risks my own.
Edward breathes in deeply as the temptation of stranger’s blood calls to him like a siren. I gotta get out, I gotta break it out now before the final crack of dawn, before the sun tempts me to be careless and reveal what I really am to the world.
So we gotta make the most of our one night together: When it's over you know we'll both be so alone. Bella forgive me, thinks Edward as he plans his escape route from Washington. Like a bat out of hell, I'll be gone when the morning comes. Out of Bella’s life, out of the way where I can do no harm to anybody ever again. When the night is over, like a bat out of hell I'll be gone gone gone. Like a fictitious vampire bat out of hell, I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down and the moonlight's shining through... Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I'll come crawling on back to you, my angel I never deserved, thought Edward miserably. I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram, on a silver black phantom bike that Jasper bought last weekend despite Esme’s disapproval. When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry and we're all about to see the light. Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole, everything is stunted and lost like the rest of his family. Esme and Rosalie lost in their immortal sterilised state, Jasper struggling to resist humans, Alice and Edward freaks in a sub-world of freaks. Edward sighed, a hundred and ten years and nothing really rocks and nothing really rolls and nothing's ever worth the cost. And somehow I know that I'm damned if I never get out of Washington, away from Bella, and maybe I'm damned if I do. But with every other beat I got left in my dead heart, you know I'd rather be damned with you, Bella, my sweet, sweet Bella. If I gotta be damned, you know I wanna be damned dancing through the night with you at Prom like we did only months ago. If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned, gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned,if I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned dancing through the night, dancing through the night, dancing through the night with you.
Oh Bella, baby Bella, you're the only thing in this whole world that's pure and good and right in my damned existence, Edward’s insides screamed. And wherever you are and wherever you go, there's always gonna be some light because you are one of the few humans are pure of soul. Edward had never needed to see into her mind to see that. But I gotta get out, I gotta break it out now before the final crack of dawn. So we gotta make the most of our one night together, when it's over you know we'll both be so alone. Edward pressed his lips to Bella’s one last time before leaving her to sleep it through. He couldn’t stay. Not after Jasper had threatened to cease her existence. Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes. When the night is over, like a bat out of hel,l I'll be gone gone gone. Like a bat out of hell I'll be gone when the morning comes, but when the day is done and the sun goes down, and the moonlight's shining through into your baby blue bedroom, then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I'll come crawling on back to you. Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, I'll come crawling on back to you.
And suddenly I’m flying, cutting through the air like a sharp cleaver through meat. I can see myself tearing up the road, faster than any other boy has ever gone. I know Jacob can see me too, and that’s why he’s yelling after me to brake, but I can’t will myself to halt the hallucination of Edward that’s cursing in my ear. My skin is raw but my soul is ripe and no one's gonna stop me now: I gotta make my escape from reality or die trying. You might not want want me anymore but I can't stop thinking of you. And I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late. I never see the sudden curve till it's way too late...
“Bella!” bellowed Jacob and my hallucinated Edward simultaneously. “Brake!”
Panic began to spurt in my body like boiling water spitting out of an overfilled pan. I tried to reach the handbrake without taking my hand off the steering, but my clenched fists tilted the handle bars, throwing me off to the left. I tried to straighten up but the bike caught a small moss covered boulder. I could hear the roar of Jake’s bike as he tried to catch me up, but I was too far gone. I was on the tarmac of the road, surging me further towards the edge of the cliff where I had watched Sam Uley and his cult cliff-diving hours earlier.
“Bella!” cried Jacob as he was forced to brake to prevent himself following me over the edge.
“Bella, you have to brake!” snarled Edward, his volume increasing. Realising that a small cut didn’t matter compared to death, I slammed my foot into contact with the back brake.
I took off, soaring over the handlebars, like an eagle in flight. I dove down gracefully towards the water, no longer in control of my direction as the raging sea threatened to swallow me whole.
“Bella! No!” cried Jacob from far above me.
“Bella!” Edward was suddenly there too, his butterscotch eyes tortured, his marble skin glittering faintly in the sun, his auburn hair rustling slightly in the non-existent breeze. He was so beautiful; how thankful I was that I could still remember his exquisiteness even after months of trying not to remember.
Edward, I thought as I plummeted down through the empty air, my stomach turning in the g-force as efficiently as if I were a washing machine. Edward Cullen, I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you!
Then I'm dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. And I think somebody somewhere is tolling a bell, and the last thing I see is my heart... Still beating. Breaking out of my body and flying away like a bat out of hell.
Edward opened his arms as he welcomed death. There was no life for him without Bella. He could not function - could not exist! – without her presence in the world. As Edward closed his eyes, he heard the sweep of the Volturi as the pulled him from the warmth of the mortal sun above. Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun, torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike that had been thrown in as a cover story. When his overdue ashes were discovered by the humans, they would assume there had been a motorcycle accident, like that that had taken place in a small town in the South of Washington.
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell, for a funeral or to mark the passing of time, Edward did not know nor care. And the last thing I see is my heart still beating for a loved one. Still beating for Bella Swan. As it began breaking out of my body he thought of Esme, Carlisle and his siblings. Forgive me, he thought peacefully as flames enveloped his immortal corpse and the smoke that stunk of burning flesh was flying away like a bat out of hell. Like a bat out of hell, like a bat out of hell, like a bat out of hell....