Knight in Black Armor
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preface
Something is wrong.
There is something wrong with me. I know. I might not being able to move any part of my body, let alone see anything but darkness, but I know there's something wrong with me. I was sleeping, and I believe I still am. But there's a little space inside my head that screams that I am not safe. That my death will come without warning this time.
This thought is supposed to make me shiver, and yet, I do not.
I have known that this would happen. Heck, I even expected this to happen. He has warned me about this before. He knew very well that I was in love with him, obsessed about him, addicted to him. He knew that the more we got closer, the more I put myself in danger.
Nevertheless…
My life, my sanity… in order to feel his presence. My body for his… It seemed like a very good trade for me back then.
He's sucking the life out of me, and I'm enjoying it.
There is something wrong with me. And it is not because I know that he's here and wanting, longing, to kill me. It has nothing to do with my ruined life, my insane mother, my heavily traumatic father, or my friends, who decide to become wise and gradually distance themselves from me...
It is my addiction. My obsession. My love. Or whatever you call it. It's because of these stupid feelings now I have to endure this. It's because of these stupid feelings now I have to die earlier than I'm supposed to be. It's because of my inability to block these stupid feelings, now I have to spend eternity in a hellish purgatory.
"Bella…" he whispers. His voice velvet and sounds honeyed in my ears. He traces the skin on my back and this simple gesture alone has awakened my whole five senses. It's amazing at how enormous the effect he has on me, and that I affect him just the same.
I open my eyes I see his perfect face right in front of me. He's not smiling, but he's not frowning either. His eyes are the darkest that I ever seen yet, and the lines of frustration that are drawn all around his eyes look vivid. Upon meeting my eyes, he grins my favorite crooked grin, and in that moment, I feel as though my heart has been stopped forcefully.
It's about time; it's about freaking time before I die because of him. And I meant that literally.
Not that I mind very much, though. As long as he's with me, I can be anywhere, I can be anything, and I wouldn't mind. No, not at all.
"I'm going to kill you," he says gently. Had other men say this, I would have thought that they're just bluffing. But this man is him. He can do pretty much anything, given the thought that he is something beyond human. After all, he has changed my life in just a few months. What other things he can't do?
"I know," I whisper back to him. "I'll still love you, though."
He smiles briefly. And then, he begins.
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AN
Hi! Introduction here, my pen-name's Cereisa and I'm going to write quite a lot of EdwardxBella. You just wait for it. This is my first story.
And yeah, I know that am not good with grammar. If you can help me be my beta, or find someone who could, then it would be a very great help.
Thanks, and a review would be ultra nice!