Rebellion
Summary: Explores Edward's 'rebellious' years as a young vampire. What happens when he leaves his family to hunt evil and meets Kagome instead? Will Edward's youth and bloodlust stand in the way of his love for Kagome, or will it make him all the more stronger?
New York
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Her breaths came out in pants, her pace brisk as she made her way through the alleyways of New York. The cold bit into her skin and she cursed herself for not bringing along a shawl. Her thin dress and corset did little to keep the chill of the fall night away.
Yet she was upset, hurt and angry. As would any woman would be if faced with the reality that the man she had loved for the past two decades no longer loved her. Oh he still cared about her, loved her but was not in love with her.
Her heart clenched at the thought.
Decades, she had wasted decades with him. Giving up her family her future and her humanity for him.
Her eyes burned as tears gathered in her sorrowful blue orbs. She was still human in a sense. She could be hurt, she could feel, and she could bleed. She just didn't age nor did she die.
Forever cursed to be immortal for her sins.
She was foolish to think the gods would not punish her for her deeds, while she had meant well the end was still the same.
Rivers of blood.
Mountains of corpses.
Oceans of tears.
The folly of youth had cost her much, and others oh so much more.
At least she still had him, her happily ever after. He had promised to protect her, to love her.
Those promises had been broken.
She was alone.
She felt the tears slide down her face feeling like trails of fire on her frozen skin. She didn't care. She still marched her way through the alleyways trying to get as far away from him as she could. She was so mad and hurt!
Yet she didn't hate him, she could never hate him.
She just needed to get away, to be alone. Maybe one day she could face him again but not now, no.
He had offered her money, safe passage back to Japan yet she had refused. She didn't want anything from him. She would forge her own way. She had been alive for decades, she would prove that she could handle being on her own.
She needed no one.
Or so she thought.
She had been so caught up in her inner musing that she hadn't realized the drunkard was there until he had her pressed face first into the wall. The cold brick bit into her skin and she gasped as he placed a knife at her neck. She stilled, instinct taking over.
"Such a pretty little thing..." He grunted as he pressed into her, his free hand tugging up her skirts.
Her body shivered in disgust. He was going to try and rape her. Anger and disgust flooded her body and she jerked back against him, for what was a knife to an immortal?
The ragged blade dug into the skin of her neck making her hiss. She could still feel pain but it would not kill her. She yelped involuntarily as he yanked on her hair and threw her into a pile of trash.
"Bitch!" His loud yell echoed in the alleyway and she hoped someone would hear. Yet she pushed that thought aside. Not even hours after she had refused his help she was hoping someone else would come to her aide.
When had she fallen so low?
To need to rely on a man to protect her.
Her stomach churned in disgust.
She quickly scampered to her feet, as if to prove the voice in her head wrong. In her hand was a glass bottle. She held it before her like a wepon. The man only laughed, his rotting teeth and rancid breath fanning over her as he leered down at her.
"That's a girl put up a fight it'll only make it that much sweeter..." She could tell from that one sentence and the way he said it that he had experience with what he was attempting to do and it disgusted her.
It made the flicker of fear she felt understandable. This was a monster that preyed on women.
Well she would show him not all women were prey!
She lunged forward swingin the bottle in a large arch it collided with his head with a solid thunk and she grinned as he let out a strangled cry yet let out her own cry as he threw his body weight on top of her.
He crushed her to the ground and wasted no time. In an instant his knife was cutting through her clothes and she fought him each step of the way. She didn't care that the knife was biting into her skin causing blood to flow.
The only thought running through her head was that she would not be a victim!
He had been resting against a trash can, minding his own business for his kind didn't need sleep. He was merely staying out of sight until he found the urge to get up and move on. He had fled his family in rebellion, not wanting to live off of animals when there were horrid humans in the world that he could feed off of and do the world a favor.
They understood and had let him go with promises that he could return whenever he wanted to. They were so kind, they didn't need to be burdened by him. Carlisle had finally found his soulmate in Emse and all he was doing was bringing them down with his dark and negative thoughts and feelings.
They tried to hide it but really nothing got past a mind reader, he had left them saying he didn't need them. They had given him money and wished him well. He still had every cent they gave him, it rested in his breast pocket untouched.
He didn't feel he had the right to use it, it wasn't his money but theirs and should he ever go back to them he would show them that he had forged his own way with his own two hands.
It was only when the sweet scent of blood wafted under his nose that he took notice of the struggle happening not even a block away. As soon as he had pulled himself from his thoughts he was assaulted by the most vulgar and disgusting ones he had happened upon in a long time.
He was on his feet in no time and with a dark sneer he pulled the source of such disgusting thoughts off of a woman. He snarled as he took in her appearance, throwing the man a little bit too harshly into the wall behind him.
He heard bone crack and blood vessels burst.
She was trying vainly to cover her pale skin, her clothes ripped to tatters and blood stained. Twin pools of scared blue stared up at him in fear and he merely shrugged off his jacket and tossed it at her.
"Run." He had barely uttered the word when the drunkard had righted himself and lunged at him with his knife raised.
"The bitch is mine!" His eyes flashed red as the drunk gasped his blade shattering when it came in contact with his cold marble like skin.
"W-what are you?! Devil!" He merely chuckled darkly his thirst brought to the forefront due to the scent of the woman's sweet blood which still lingered in the air.
"A real monster." His voice held a small shred of dark humor that made her shiver.
In the blink of an eye his teeth were tearing into the drunkards throat spilling his blood. He drank like a mad man sucking down the blood. It had a sour taste to it but it was still blood. It will quench his thirst, his hunger, for the night.
Kagome pulled the jacket closer to herself as she listened to the last gurgling breaths of the man that had attacked her. She watched with morbid fascination as her savior, clearly not human, let the dead man fall in a heap at his feet.
She knew she should have run when he told her to but damn if she never listened to good advice when it was given to her. Instead she slowly sat up and cleared her throat. She didn't flinch as his glowing red eyes stared at her.
Like a hungry lion would a wounded bleeding lamb.
Instead she mustered a smile, feeling nasty sitting in a pile of garbage, and clenched his jacket closer around herself.
"Thank you."
Kage's Note: I hope you guys like it. I've been itching to post this along with the others we have done so bad. Yuki's been UBBER busy with work and next week I work six days so I figure I'd post this as is. That way once Yuki gets a chance she can work on chapter two and then we can both work on chapter three and etc when we get the chance! So please regard us kindly!
Yuki Note: Sooo we seem to be in twilight...or vampire mode.. I came up with the idea since Kage wanted something darkish...so this is what came out...^^ Kage wrote the first chapter, and I am gonna write the second. So give Kage some nice comments.