Rising Sun
Prologue
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.
- Emily Dickenson
I never thought of death much, my kind vary rarely venture that path; it wasn't open to us. We were dead, undead and deathless. To us death was something that we watch from afar but never participated.
So it seems kind of ironic that in the last two years I had my share of near dearth experiences. All of them involving a small frail human girl that somehow became my life's blood – no pun attended.
Call it density, a curse or our luck. But it is what it is.
The frail human that was my life had been marked for death time and time again, and each time I had somehow pulled her from His lustful claws.
I sometimes wonder if being with her was the reason behind death desire.
She screamed and than was silent as I bent over her.
Our density was for me to end her life. Alice had seen it, before I could even fathom her more than a human. She had seen my eyes red with her blood; her body broken, and the monster fully satisfied. I had thought I had avoided that picture with James.
I had been able to control my more instincts side throughout this relationship – but what I really done was seduced her to follow me. It had started the first day in biology lab where I had constipated a thousands of ways to lead her away from the children so that I could feast in her blood – enjoying the warm sweat liquid of her life giving force. She followed me, like a child being lead away by the pip piper. She had allowed my lips to press against her throat – welcomed and yarned for them.
Little by little I had led her away from the humans that fought to protect her towards the darkness. It was not be my car where the final act was going to take place, or the meadow that once held the innocent reminders of love first kiss, but my house, my room. But the end was just the same. I had seduced my pray and she had come willingly.
I pressed my lips on her throat, inhaling the scent that had been both my salvation and my damnation. Flecking my teeth I ripped into the flesh, feeling for the first time the blood that had call me. Last time it had been laced with James's venom. Not any more – it was clean, fresh and pure. Mine to enjoy.
But I couldn't enjoy it. For what I had done was the final act in my long abusing of her. Will this act be the final thing that she couldn't forgive me? Would she finally see the monster that I was?
I pulled back allowing my tongue to lap over the womb as I had done throughout her body. I looked at her body – broken and bloody. Will she be able to forgive the monster I was?
My eyes closed, I lean my head on her throat. "Bella, Father forgive me."