She was pure, the very essence of purity, making the dead heart of his jolt to life at one look. He corrupted her, taught her to sin, to take the life of the one's she loved, cared for, needed. It was love, but the darkest and cruellest love ever conjured from the burning pits of hell. When black wraps around white, dark around light, dead against alive, evil against pure, wise against naive and cold against warm what could anyone ever expect, the good died out and melted into nothing.
The light in her heart goes out and dies, her eyes stand guarded against the world as she watches the fire burn, scold and destroy all she once knew.
The final petal of the last rose withered and died, leaving the crisp thorns behind weeping from the destruction around them.
Her family once told her 'death was only the beginning' that saying only goes so far, her heart raced as his silhouette emerged from the burning inferno before her. She'd hoped he died. It was a bad love, one no one would ever understand, they fed off of pain, pain of the other, to see the deep crimson pouring from the other's wounds, inflicting unbearable pain upon the other.
She knows the most pain she can cause him, killing the ones he loved just like he had done for her.
His cold skin brushed against hers as he stood before her, the passion in his eyes reflecting in her own, the perfect mirror images of their souls, of what is left of their souls.
He backed her up against the cold granite brick wall as his hand moved up over her lips and nose, she knew this day was coming, and she craved for it, he placed pressure, restricting any access for air in her lungs as they shrivelled and crumbled. Not one single tear fell from her chocolate eyes as her vision blurred, she tasted the blood in her mouth, metallic and sweet. Her heart froze over and became nothing but an empty shell of hate and loneliness.
He ruined her, everything she held dear and now as her eyes drooped and limbs gave out she felt happy for once in her life, like she was complete with no strings attached. Yes, Alec and Renesmee had a messed up love, but love was present. But now, now she felt young again. Innocent.