Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.. Though I wish I did.. *sigh*
I would like to point something out, I know nothing about Mental Illnesses, and I apologize if I have gotten anything wrong or have offended anyone!
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He paused at the entrance of the alley way, relishing in her blood-curtailing screams as they echoed off the brick walls. He knew she would be silent soon enough; she would start to quiet with his knife still sheathed deeply in her stomach, her once crazed lust filled eyes would start to close as the blood loss began to affect her body.
"Help me! P-please!"
Watch her eyes, Edward, they're dimming.. the life is slowly being drained from her veins. Emmett thought to him quickly, pure lust filled his deep voice.
He has always been able to hear three alternate voices, all distinctly different; Edward's first real confidant was Carlisle who was somewhat like a father figure to him. He believed that he was due to Edward's real lack of male influence when he was younger. Carlisle taught him to relish in his darker nature.
He scowled as he recalled his real 'father', the alcoholic drug addict who could not even spell his own name; having no teeth, and dating any street trash that would exchange heroin for sex after Edward's mother passed, was his father's life until Edward turned 17. It all changed then, he realized that the scum that had inseminated in his mother's womb, resulting in his birth, was not worth the air he breathed. So he got rid of the problem.
Next was Emmett, who was incredibly talkative, most would say he was kind but that was all an act. Last was Jasper, who was quiet yet very insightful. Preferring to speak only when provoked, or to offer advice. He would often tell Edward when he was making mistakes, Edward liked to joke that Jasper was his conscience. Though, Jasper enjoyed many of the things Edward did, loving the distinct feeling of being in complete control of a situation and had a obsession with blood play.
Her screams quieted, and her beautiful pale face fell onto the ground with an echoing thud, her silky blond hair laced with her own blood.
Edward could feel his cock hardening at the glorious image in front of him, but decided to leave after pulling his knife slowly from her stomach. Groaning at the blood that was still coated on the knife's blade, he touched her fair hair gently once more, before leaving the alley quietly.
The streets in front of him were deathly silent, no one would find her till morning. She would be just another fallen victim of Chicago's unforgiving streets.
As the night progressed, he walked further into the city. Making sure to keep near the shadows and out of people's line of sight, as he walked past a group of woman, all stared at him with a look of wonder on their pretty faces he flashed them what most would call a charming smile, yet inside, he was picking out which to target.
A small dark haired woman caught his eye, her petite, lithe frame stood out among the group of tall, fair haired women. Her pale skin only made her deep blue eyes shine brighter, he cocked his head to the side, as if appraising her. He saw a tiny smirk start to form on her red lipstick clad lips.
Just imagine them wrapped tightly around your cock, gagging from the force of her head being pushed down repeatedly, blood forcing its way from small cuts inside her hot little mouth, Jasper thought to him quickly.
The other girls glared as they noticed the extra attention he was paying to their friend, if only they knew how lucky they were, he thought to himself. Carlisle chuckled.
He walked over to the group, his walk exuded confidence, "Hello ladies," matching blushes coated all the women's face. One woman stepped forward to introduce herself, her fake strawberry blond hair shone dimly in the neon light from the bar across the way. Her skin reminded him of the bag his mother used to carry around when he was young, a deep tan color with the same sagged texture.
"Well hello there, handsome."
Edward glanced over to the dark haired beauty and was delighted to find jealousy lurking deep within her cobalt eyes. He turned to her quickly, "Hello," he whispered seductively, his voice was smooth, inviting even.
She looked at him up close, his copper hair in a charming disarray stood out among the backdrop, his jade eyes were filled with mischief. She glanced down to see what he was wearing, she almost moaned at the sight of his tight, straight legged jeans, classic white button down with the trademark rolled up sleeves and black tattoo that covered most of his forearm.
"Hello," she all but whispered, her voice was beginning to thicken, he could see the obvious approval within her eyes. He took the chance to look her over once, hoping to decide what it is he wanted from her; she was far too thin for his favorite game, he decided on letting her hang from the ceiling, bound and gagged. She could be easily convinced, all women could. A bit of begging, well placed kisses, and a promise for more is the key to manipulating any woman.
"I dare say, you are even more striking close up, my dear."
"I'm Alice, and I dare say you are trying to charm me," she teased, her body turning towards his, she heard a scoff from one woman behind her.
"Alas, you are correct. And I, am Edward. Do I have any chance of charming you into a date?"
"Now?" She asked shocked, it was already one in the morning. She began to fold her arms over her chest, momentarily worrying about possible motives he might have.
He saw the obvious gesture and intervened, "Why not? It is Chicago, everyone is still out, the night is young, dearest."
One of the ladies she was with, placed her manicured hand on the dark beauties arm, "Sweetie, we can go if you would like.." she whispered, hoping to sound sincere. Her light brown, almost topaz eyes watched Edward from the side of her eye, lust was lurking beneath their depths.
"Unless you would not like to go? I would un-"
"I am just ner- I mean, I want to go, but it is quite late." She looked up him through her lashes, the trust and desire were obvious in her gaze, it sickened him bringing forth a memory he wished he could forget..
"Ed, please!" His mother called again, her voice was filled with what he believed to be fear as she knelt near his fathers legs. Begging, like a dog. "Yes, Lizzie?" "I need it, I'll do anything! Please," Her jade eyes filled with desperation, and trust as he held the bag she so desired in his hands. He watched as his father grabbed her by the hair, pulling her face closer to his, whispering something he couldn't hear but by the changed look in her eyes, it disgusted her. She got up on shaky legs, and walked toward the door, the one they both knew he was hiding behind and shut it, effectively shutting him out of the room. Later that night, he was the one to find his mother's brutalized body; her eyes unseeing, her bare chest sliced open viciously with a switchblade, her pale legs bitten and bruised.. Every part of her body blooded. He watched from the shadows as his father's 'friends' appeared and dragged her body away, dried tear tracts ran down his saddened face. The men grabbed her by the arms, placing her into the black trash bag, commenting on what a great job Ed did, laughing jovially as they did it. His father stood off to the side, his normally dull brown eyes filled with excitement as his friends dragged the bag from their small, dirtied house. He looked at Edward, a smile graced his severely scarred face, "The bitch is gone, Eddie," he grabbed the bottle of vodka from the bag next to him, and the small 'dime' bag from his pocket. He beckoned Edward over with his free hand, not taking his gaze of the white powder on the small table, taking a razor from his pocket. "Want some, Kid?" he asked, with a smile making Edward look on with disgust...
"Are you all right?" Alice asked, her blue eyes alight with concern. He nodded, placing his hand on his stomach giving the women what he believed to be a convincing facade of illness, "I'm so sorry, I don't feel well all of a sudden." The women all started forward to help him stand, but the small beauty beat them to it, grabbing his elbow in her tightly.
"Shall I escort you home?" She asked politely, her eyes locked with his, he hid his internal glee at the charade working.
"I wouldn't want to ruin your night.." he said sadly, his jade eyes filling with what she believed as remorse. She tightened her grip on his arm, "It wouldn't, I will see you all later." She said quickly, looking at the group that watched with envy on their features. One woman stepped forward, her caramel brown hair, and dark brown eyes which told of her concern for her friend, "Alice, call me in the morning, okay?"
She nodded with a small smile, "Okay Esme, I will," he hid a smirk, as they walked from the group.. If only she had followed her gut instinct, Jasper thought.
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Should I end it here? Or continue on with it? Let me know. :)