Fallen
Summary:
A series of one-shots, each based on a song from Evanescence's album Fallen.
A/N:
Hey. I just wrote this when I was bored. If you like it, I've got another Fanfic similar to it: it's based on Paramore's album Brand New Eyes. This Fanfic, though, is based on Evanescence's album Fallen, as I said in the summary. Enjoy.
Chapter One: Going Under
I had a choice.
Take his hand, or walk away.
Taking his hand would be giving in, drowning again, losing reality again.
Walking away would be an impossible task, and it would rip my heart form my chest. But, maybe, I'd wake up for once.
"Bella, you owe me."
His words slice through the warm night air like a knife. A cool, sweet smelling, soft, velvety knife...
But what was that he said? You owe me.
I turned to face him fully (because I had been half turned away for the past few minutes) and felt my eyes narrowing into two narrow, hate filled slits.
"I," I said slowly. "Owe you," I jabbed my finger into his chest, "Nothing. I owe you nothing. Not a single thing."
He laughed. The bastard laughed. (The gorgeous, romantic, charming bastard laughed...) Lust and fury boiled up inside me: lust for his melodic laugh, his perfect face, his chiselled chest; fury for how he dared to say I owed him, and how he dared to laugh at me! Bastard.
"Let me tell you why you owe me," he said, stepping closer and running his fingers down my cheek. My eyes closed half way and I shuddered. He was so close now; my fingers reached out to touch his chest, to slide up and rest on the back of his neck... He was everything, he was all around me. Subconsciously, my body moved closer to his, the primal sexual desire taking over. Everything about me was primal now: my love, my hate, my lust... I wanted him; I wanted him all over me, inside me. I wanted to... to...
To kill him.
I shoved him away with both hands. I pushed myself backwards, leaping up onto a fallen tree. The wind whooshed past me as I growled ferociously at him.
"No, let me tell you! Let me tell you what I've done for you."
I walked slowly along the tree trunk, towards the tangle of the branches. The wood felt rough beneath my bare feet; the wind felt cool but warm against my skin as it tugged at my ripped and torn dress.
"Fifty thousand tears I've cried," I told him in a low, threatening voice as I pulled myself up through the thick branches. "Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you!" I shouted as I jumped up to the branch of a standing tree then swung there for a few second by my arms before dropping down to the ground.
"And you still won't hear me," I murmured, walking slowly back towards him.
He was standing still in the middle of the clearing, the wind rustling the grass around his feet and playing in his hair. His hair that I wanted to run my hands through; his hair that I wanted to tear out from the roots.
"I do hear you," he said, reaching his hand out towards me. His skin looked beautiful in the moonlight; my fingers itched to reach out and touch his, as always. "You'll get hurt on your own, Bella. You don't know what you're doing. I need to save you, to help you. I only want what's best for you."
He was right. Of course he was right. I needed him like I needed air to breathe, like I needed a heart beat. He was like a cool oasis in a desert: a terrifying desert of the unknown.
But I didn't need any of those things anymore. I didn't need air, or a heart beat, or water. For a second, he tricked me. But not anymore.
"There you go again," I countered, casting his outstretched hand a brief, disgusted glare. "Blurring the truth; stirring the truth and the lies."
"I'm not lyi-"
"Yes you are! You're always confusing the thoughts in my head, so I don't know what's real and what's not! Just leave me alone! Just shut up, shut up!" I shrieked.
"Bella," he murmured, his voice always calm and soothing and gentle. "Bella, calm down, you're going to hurt yourself."
"No, get away from me!"
He was walking towards me, his arms outstretched. "Bella, you don't know your own strength; let me help you."
He was so hard to resist. He was all around me again, and I wanted that: I wanted protection; I wanted love. All over again, he overtook me; he was all around me, completing me. I shrunk into his chest, my hands tracing every inch of him. He was my guardian and my lover. We could be passionate; this was all I wanted. Blood and sex; sex and blood.
I pressed myself up against him; his fingers roved everywhere over my skin, every touch another pinprick of lust, another spark inside me, another throb between my legs. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his face closer to mine; pulling myself up towards him, wrapping my legs around his waist and holding myself there. His hands were on my ass, my thighs, the inside of my thighs... he was so close to where I wanted him; I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving against him; his lips pressed against my breast, biting and nibbling the skin there. It was felt so good... but not as good as it could do.
I threw him to the ground, sitting straddled on top of him and ripped away his clothes. He was so good... so nearly inside of em now, touching all the right places...
"You see, Bella," I heard him whisper to me. "You see..."
"No!" I yelled, jumping away and into the branches of a far away tree. I was furious now; he'd tricked me again. Bastard, cunt, mother fucking son-of-a-bitch!
"Ugh, Bella!" he growled. He was mad now; his hands were curled into fists and his teeth were bared. "Get back here, you worthless whore! You stupid bitch!"
Now wasn't the time to fight, even though I so wanted to rip and tear and destroy. If I went back, I would be seduced again, and that couldn't happen. So I tore away, through the trees, throwing myself through the air. I didn't know where I was going; I was just getting away; getting away from that monster.
I knew I'd escaped when his scent was completely gone; when I could no longer sense him nearby. Then, I was safe; then I could stop and rejoice in my escape.
"Go on!" I bellowed up at the sky. "Go on and scream at me! I'm so far away, I won't be broken again! I won't!"
I fell into cackles of laughter and let myself tumble to the ground. I was free: a wild animal, a vampire, free to live out the wild, primal life that I wanted to live. I could have blood, and I could have sex: it was mine, all mine, because I was queen of the world.
I will never drown again.
A/N:
By the way, this was based on Evanescence's song Going Under.