Invincible

Author's Note: This is a Twilight/Heroes crossover, only with more Twilight than Heroes, so I posted it here. It's set during Meyer's first book, after Bella's first day of school when Edward is still considering draining her dry to curb his craving ;) Only this time 'round, Eddy handles himself a bit differently and maybe isn't such a good boy…

Also- Disclaimer ('cuz you know it's gotta be done what with everyone being so sue-happy these days): I do not own any rights to Twilight, Midnight Sun or Heroes, nor am I involved or affiliated with them in any way. This story is purely for non-profit, entertainment-related purposes, yada yada.

On with the story! Enjoy…

Edwards Point of View

The new girl's scent still lingered around me, beckoning and tempting me into madness. The sweetness of it made me delirious, and the potent memory of the irresistible flavor made my vision blur. I tried in vain to push it out of my mind as I sat in my empty car, tortured by Alice's words- "She's Charlie Swan's only family. It would kill him, too."

I didn't want to be a monster again, I didn't want to take another human life. I wanted to make my father proud. But I wantedher blood so much more. And that fact made me more ashamed than I had ever been in the hundred years I had pointlessly existed.

Without ever willing myself to do so, I was speeding in the direction, the path, that would make me what I hadn't been in seventy years- a murderer. I knew that in this moment, Edward was no longer in control… the Vampire was.

And as a demon I made my way to Isabella Swan's house, creeping into it's threshold like the shadow of death. I was Death, and she was a victim of Fate that she should be brought to this small, cursed town and dangled in front of a Hell beast that would spare her no mercy in his own weakness.

I heard the delicate throbbing of her heart which sung to me like a lullaby, enchanting me into a feverish stupor as I advanced towards her silently, lips parted in anticipation, venom flowing freely behind my razor sharp teeth.

She looked up, and seeing me in the reflection the mirror in front of her, spun around just as I stepped forward and clasped my hands around her throat, aware that the slight pressure I had applied had crushed her neck. She was dead in my hands, eyes staring blankly into mine as I lowered my lips to her throat and committed the most heinous act of my existence. And yet I couldn't make myself regret it as the warmth filled my mouth and satisfied the monster in me like I never thought possible. The sheer pleasure of the liquefied life lit me on fire and dragged me down into such bliss that I never wanted to surface. I wanted to be caught in this moment forever; trapped with the dead girl, the rising guilt, and the mind-numbing ecstasy.

The outpour of blood ran dry and I returned to my senses. Still those dark eyes stared at me, vacant and cold. My right hand moved up to close the lids, and horror and disgust grasped me as I realized that I had utterly failed, that Carlisle would see the red in my eyes and look down in shame, and that I was weak. With one simple act I had betrayed all that he had taught me, and in this new rage I flung her corpse away from me, hearing it smash into the mirror in which she had first glimpsed her killer.

I walked across the room and sat on her bed, putting my head into my hands and letting the rising sobs shake me. Alice would already know what I had done. Would Carlisle? Had she told him what his precious first son had done to spit in his face?

I glanced at my victim, seeing the jagged glass pieces stuck in her limp body, the torn flesh of her throat; the picture of ravaged innocence decaying at my feet.

I had to dispose of the evidence. My family wouldn't suffer the consequences of my sins, hunted down like witches when the girl was discovered to be the victim of a fairytale monster.

I gathered her in my arms and ran out into the woods. I ran for miles, stopping at the top of a four hundred foot cliff. I looked down at the body in my arms, at the long dark hair which blew in the ocean's breeze, and the face which would haunt me for all the years to come… and I let go. She fell down into the sea's depth below and the waves crashed over her, erasing her completely.

As if by the anger of God, the sky began to pour rain and roar thunder, and the sea stirred with such viciousness I thought it may spit the murdered child back out. I turned away from my deposited sin and sped back to scene of the crime.

My car was gone from the driveway and Alice was waiting for me in the girl's bedroom, a somber expression upon her small face. The room was already back in perfect order, the mirror replaced by an identical new one. She put her hand on my back and gently ushered me out of the room. "We have to go home, Charlie Swan will be here in twenty minutes."

I followed her back to the house, pooling all of my courage to step into it and face the rest of my family, to inform them that I had put us all in danger.

There you have it- please tell me what you thought since I don't possess Edward's particular gift and let me know if you think this tale's worthy of a second chapter.