Cold. I was bleeding everywhere, the red, hot liquid pooling around me as a reminder of what my husband did, stark against the snow. Tears came flowing from my eyes and I collapsed from my half sitting position, settling in the cool blanket of white. It was night time and every man and woman on the block had gone to their precious beds, like the middle class good doers they were. At that moment I hated the city I lived in, the life I grew up in, because what good did it do?
I was destined to die, undignified, instead of growing old with my alcoholic husband.
I heard voices; two men and a woman walking down the street and pale in embarrassment and shame. What if they saw me like this? The banker's daughter no less, naked, not composed in the least.
"I smell blood," I heard one of them say and stilled, the pain retreating into the background. Footsteps crunch and I look up at the man standing before me trying to curl up tighter as I did so.
"Esme," the man said to the female. "Could you please carry her? We're going to take her to the hotel." I was lifted and whimpered as I was picked up and wrapped in a jacket. Pain returned and I stare at an oddly fuzzy woman, more beautiful then myself.
"She was raped," another male said fiercely and I flinched in emotional pain, finally succumbing into unconsciousness.
RH
Pain, a man apologizing over and over, agonizing pain in my veins I screamed and thrashed, crying towards anyone that would help me. Someone held me and I cried even more, whimpering at the knives digging into my bloodstream. I couldn't think or move, but not moving hurt as well.
RH
I awoke again, hungry and suck an animal that was thrust in front of my face. My hunger depleted and I turn my head away. It's gone and I heard voices shouting, accusatory. Memories returned and I leaped from the bed with extra-human effort and ran to the bathroom, gagging. I didn't want to do back, didn't want to face those men, those animals again.
The voices stop and someone walked towards the bathroom. I struggle upright, flipping my long blonde hair and stare right into the eyes of the most handsome man I had ever seen. Behind him were another disgruntled teenager and a sweet woman. I felt crowded and sit down again on the bathtub, ignoring the sharp pain in my derriere.
"We are here to help you. I'm a doctor, Dr. Cullen and this is my wife Esme and my…adopted son Edward. Neither I nor my son will harm you like your husband did. We are against assaults like those. Why don't you come back into the room?"
I nodded slowly and sighed, my long hands clasped on my lap.
"Let me just get cleaned up a second and I'll join you," I replied. Edward raised a sarcastic brow and I gave him one of my glares. They closed the door. I looked in the mirror and was shocked with what I saw. I was more beautiful then before, more beautiful then his wife, then anyone else. I grinned, admiring ever aspect and decide then, that I would take revenge. What ever they did to me made me more then my husband would have dreamed and I would work that to my advantage.
The family told me about being a vampire and that night I killed everyone who was involved, hearing their screams and finishing them all off. I returned weary and they looked at me with concern but I didn't tell them, knowing Edward would know anyways.
After that, I never looked back at my old life, never again thinking of bad memories, because nothing would become of it.
