Killing Me Softly

by In No Mans Land

When the Cullens launch an attack on Bella after the van incident they discover that Bella is immortal. She vanishes in a frenzy after a phone call and Edward follows, getting involved in a grizzly scavenger hunt that will definitely end with someones death and with an old friend leaving a trail of blood and corpses to bring her back to her old self - even if it kills her.

1. Prologue

Bella heard just the tiniest breath behind her; it was that which alerted her to what was about to transpire, though she could not risk doing anything to stop it,

She turned at a slow human speed, seeing not but a flash of white and gold that told her whose attempt on her life was coming, the faint scent of perfume wafted about her house and she scented it with senses slightly better than a human's.

She knew this was coming; That the Cullens, in their strength and perfection and beauty, with their golden eyes that sang about their good intention, would be her murderers for this evening.

You see Bella was the perfect human to their eyes.

Soon they would know she wasn't, but until then they thought she had the good fortune to simply be a sweet, human, teenage girl.

She didn't have that luxury.

She felt a strong, cold hand on her back, as she stood at the top of the stairs in her small, empty home, as it shot forward and shoved her of balance she wondered if the result would be witnessed, or if, so pleased with her handy work, Rosalie, with her long legs, and designer labels, would leap into her awaiting sports car and drive away with no remorse.

Whilst she teetered through the air she pondered their reactions to the the result of their kill.

As her skull smashed into the waiting stair case she queried if they would talk to her, or simply try and try again, until she grew frail with the effort and pain until she conceded, and ran away like she always did.

As blood poured from the wounds on her head she wondered if Edward Cullen, the boy with such pretty hair, regretted saving her from the careening van.

As her vision clouded and her heart started so slow she considered her own lot in this life, what was achievable and open to her future, what would never be hers, what she still hadn't done in her long and pitiful life.

As her heartbeats became desperate she heard a soft apology whispered from an angel's lips, and felt a cold hand stroke her hair.

And as her heart stopped, she thought nothing more.

And then, she felt the icy, fiery, agony of continuing her long and unhappy existence.

Any coherent thought became impossible.

And she screamed.