Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Mrs. Meyers does. Please do not tell me that "Edward would never do that to Bella. He loves her!" I am aware of this. This is merely a thought experiment which I rather liked and would like to be critiqued on. Reviews are well loved.
Everything changes when she walks into the room. All my senses shift into overdrive. I can see the pores on her skin; smell her apprehension, nervousness, and taste truly taste her blood in my mouth.
She stands in the front of the biology room, nervous and awkward. The teacher introduces her as Isabella Swan.
"I prefer Bella." Her voice is quiet, but it booms in my ears. Every quick patter of her heart sends reverberations through my chest. Horribly loud, the beating, like a pendulum slowly ticking down.
She takes a seat next to me, her delicious scent clogging my nostrils. After a moment she turns to me, "Hi, my mane's Bella." She says in that meek voice. Her mind is suspiciously blank as it had been at lunch, but in her brown eyes I see adulation, and wonder and awe. What the chorus of fallen angels surely must feel when they look upon the face of Lucifer.
And every fiber of my being pulsed 'food'.
It feels like some strange beast is trying to claw its way out of my throat as I reply with my name.
I hold my breath, my brain imagining various ways of killing her. No, think of her as a person. A person with a mother and a father. A person with hopes and dreams and thoughts and feelings I was not privy to. This irked me a bit.
It would not stick. What would I trade for just a sip of her blood? Immortality? Without a doubt. The chance to go to heaven? A small thing. My family?
I bite down on my lip. No, no surely I wouldn't trade my family to merely press my lips to her bleeding wrist. Suddenly I want to cry, truly cry for the first time in nearly a hundred years since I learned my mother and father were dead, and I had lost my immortal soul. I want to tear at my hair and curl up in a ball in the back of the room. All my years of abstinence mean nothing. I was like an addict clean ten years of the drug and suddenly exposed to a stash of pure heroin.
Except a heroin addict can not smell the heroin's sweet perfume. Or taste it in his mouth, or feel it slide down his throat soothing the fire. To feel her pulse slowly fade on my tongue...
Carlisle is whispering in my ear, "Don't do it, Edward. Stay strong." AS if he is actually here, thinking these words.
Bella leans towards me, "Is something wrong?" She looks at me with those big brown doe eyes.
Something snaps within me. I stand interrupting Mr. Banner's lecture.
"Mr. Cullen."
"I-I think Edward's sick!" Bella exclaims.
I walk up nice and slow to Banner. He backs up but not as if I was going to attack him, but vomit on him or some trite thing like that. In one of his heartbeats I pounce and snap his neck. The front row was just as easy. By this point the rest of the class is up and beginning to panic. I tear threw them easily, bloodily, till only one innocent lamb is left.
She screams as my hand grasps her arm. I feel her bones crunch beneath my iron grasp: reduced to mere powder.
"Stop! Stop! Please!" She flails, her remaining arm hitting me uselessly. "Let go off me." Her knee collides with my groin, hurting her more than me. The normally sensitive spot too solid for her. It was as if she'd just touched it. Arousal races up and down my spine. This is what serial killers feel, as they kill woman in parks. This is what the others feel.
My mouth clamps around her neck, slicing through her jugular. Precious blood floods into my mouth. In this perfect ecstasy I know this is what I am meant to do. This is the natural order, predator and its prey. This is perfect, this is euphoria. This is God's will. If not, then why would he make humans so fragile and weak compared to we vampires?
The door bangs open. People flooding in, to the sight of me with my bloodied lips pressed to the dead girl's neck.
Edward was a sight to see, drenched in blood from head to toe. His normally golden eyes were firmly clamped shut.
"Carlisle." He whispered upon my arrival. His hand reached out, through the metal bar for my hand.
"Edward." I murmur taking it.
"I..." Edward stumbled, changing his mind, "The contacts."
"Right here." I pass them to Edward.
Edward's eyes fluttered open. His source of shame now made clear in the form of two vibrant red irises. I waited for him as he slipped them in place.
"Thank you, very much, Carlisle." Edward replied, polite to a fault, "How are the others?"
I didn't need to answer for Edward to hear me. I replied though, for the guards, so that it would seem normal. "They are fine." I said adding in my mind that Alice had warned Jasper to get out. "They are all a bit shook up." Currently hunting, to clam their nerves.
"Well of course." Edward replied looking shamefaced. "Carlisle, I-I have committed serious crimes."
"I know, Edward." I replied shaking my head. But you cannot serve whatever sentence they give to you. You won't age, and you still need blood to survive. Worse they could attempt to execute you.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, Edward; it's between God and you now." Hang yourself tonight, and play dead. The rest of us will cover for you. "But you can't become a slave to your desires, Edward.
"It felt so good, though." Edward licked at the blood caked on his forearm.
"Edward." I grabbed his forearm. You are better than this. You've made a grievous mistake, but you must, must stay strong. I have faith in you, Edward.
I looked him straight in the gold turned maroon eyes. I did not need to be a mind reader to tell he wondered why I still did.
Why do I feel like I'm going to be flamed into oblivion? Oh well I had fun writing this series, more shall come whether you like it or not so join the experiment! Give me some input! Reviews are cherished like children!
