The Death of Edward Cullen

Set New Moon: Edward Leaves Bella, who has a terrible last few months as a human. Bella is hell bent on revenge, and tracks down Edward with all intentions to kill him, but mess with his head first......Mini- fic- rated T just in case. Warning: Dark Bella.

I do not own twilight

Mini- fic.

BELLAS POINT OF VEIW

I lay there; in pools of my own vomit and blood, mulling over my life and thinking 'if he hadn't left I wouldn't be here...'

It's been nearly a year since the Cullen's threw me to the sharks. At first I was a shell, my depression and utter self hatred consumed me like a terminal disease. Charlie ended up kicking me out. I did anything I could to feel accepted, to feel validated. I didn't realise until too late that the only person you need to be accepted by is yourself.

Boy I wish I'd known that.

The things I did... I dropped out of High school a few months after they left.

6 months later I was an alcoholic drug addict who fuelled her addictions by becoming a prostitute. In a small town like Forks, prostitution isn't a large industry. So I skipped town. I was all alone, no money- selling my body, and craving the fix of anything that will numb the pain.

The pain of being rejected not just by the love of my entire eternity, but by my family. I had been denied a life that I chose with a man I was willing to give my life to.

And he left me to rot. Bastard.

So once again here I was, chunks of last night's fries which I scrounged out of trash cans were tangled in my hair, and blood spattered my clothes. I was in a sleazy motel room, after a client got mad when I wouldn't let him call me mama. I was drunk- really drunk. I vomited everywhere. The low-time businessman who wasn't getting any at home beat the shit out of me, and left me to die.

Well thanks.

Truth is I was about ready to welcome the end. I'd been swimming against the tide for a while and just could not be fucked to carry on. So, I lay there. A complete mess for the police to find in a few weeks time. But who cares? Just one more dead prostitute, she had it coming of course.

But then fate dealt me a hand that not only dumbfounded me, but gave me a new lease on life.

My vision was blurring, darkening around the edges... and in the periphery of my failing vision came this fiery red angel.

'Humans are disgusting Laurent' her voice mused.

'Indeed. Can we get this over with?' another voice said with distaste.

'It looks like she's going to die anyway. This was a complete waste of time.' She cooed.

I decided to take some action. I had of course decided that this was Victoria, and if she had come to kill me, she'd do it a lot faster than me dying by blood loss. I may as well get it over with.

'Vi...kkie....' I croaked.

'Did she just call me Vicky?' she said with disdain. Stuck up cow.

'K...kill me you...you bitch!' I said as loud as I could.

I did not see her face. I didn't see anything for awhile.

I only felt. And what I felt was a million red hot pokers pressed hard against every inch of my skin. I don't know how long it took, but it was a bloody long time.

I finally came too, in a different hotel room, definitely nicer than the one I was in before. The walls were a chocolate brown, rather than the tobacco stained shit colour I was used to.

There was an ornate four poster bed in the middle of the room, and...a dead bloke tied to the bed. Oh no...He's not dead.

I would get up and look, but I was bound myself. I had deduced I was a vampire, my vision was like looking at a High definition TV all the time, I was thirsty but not for Whisky, and I'm pretty sure I didn't smell like puke. So what the hell they used to hold me I don't know.

Victoria glided in. Witch.

'What's the big idea?' I said to her. Time to show her who's boss, regardless of who tied up who. 'I distinctly remember saying 'Kill me' not 'turn me into a vamp!'

'Why should I let you have a quick escape? You can live for the rest of eternity knowing that now I am leaving to destroy your precious Edward.' She smiled very slowly.

My face must have changed as I thought about this- because she smiled wider.

'Oh yes Isabella Swan Your Edward is in the outback trying to track me down so I don't come after you. I will rip him to shreds then discard him like yesterdays newspaper!' I was definitely expecting her to do an evil laugh.

Edward dead...That might just help me move on or at least him in a lot of pain. He would never know...never know the paranoia that comes with being druggie, the self hatred that comes with being a prostitute and an alcoholic. He could never fathom the disgust that I held myself in. I would make him know my pain.

'Can I watch?' I said to Victoria.

She looked puzzled for a moment. 'Watch what?'

'You kill Edward.' I said.

She looked startled, and then she smiled. 'Your tricks won't fool me.'

I felt angry then. 'Listen here lady; I've been at rock bottom because of that family. They dumped me like yesterdays newspaper; I've fucked anything that will give me 40 bucks, which I'll then spend on booze or drugs...When you have nothing...you have nothing to lose. You can kill me right here right now, and kill the whole lot of those fucking Cullens for all I care.' I was nearly shouting by the end of my little speech.

Laurent came in at that moment. Victoria took one last look at me, before turning to her companion.

I zoned out. I don't care what she has to say. I imagined all the different ways I was going to make Edward suffer.

I had to get out of here.

I was going to kill Edward Cullen.

Laurent and Victoria were feeding on that dead-ish bloke; the burn in my throat was so strong I whined like a beaten dog.

They would be distracted for a while this was my chance. Using my Vampire strength, I snapped the bindings away from the wall. Well Victoria didn't even try to keep me here!

She turned.

'I was hoping you would break free, I wish to fight you Bella Swan.' She whispered.

'Uhh...Why?' I asked.

'The Volturi dispatched me to find you, and bring you to them. I want you dead; I'll just make it look like an accident.' She said after a moment's thought.

She launched herself at me, but quick as a flash I jumped clear through the window, and through double paned glass, down four stories and onto the street.