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Kill Me

Edward Cullen lay on the couch in his rented apartment in South America. He flipped through his notebook which he had used to keep track of where and what he found out about Victoria. So far, he couldn't find her. His cell phone went off and he grabbed it. It was Rosalie, "Hey, Rose," he said.

"Edward, I just heard this from Alice and I thought you ought to know." Edward heard the laughter in Rosalie's mind.

"What?" he asked, wishing she would stop mind shielding it.

"Bella jumped off a cliff."

Edward froze, momentarily glued to his seat. "What?" his voice shook. He couldn't believe it. No, he wouldn't…

"Is she…alive?"

"No," Rosalie said. Edward let loose a roar of pain. He saw Rosalie cringing and he hung up the phone. Forget Victoria, he had a serious problem. He grabbed a suitcase with his clothes and hurried out to his car. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the Swan's number in Forks. He heard a male voice answer the phone and he went on alert.

"Swan residence," that was not Charlie!

"This is Dr. Carlisle Cullen; I'm trying to reach Chief Swan." Edward was nearly panicking.

"He's not here," the voice was angry, almost evil.

"Where is he?" Edward's voice rose an octave and he snarled it.

"He's at the funeral," the voice was hesitant. Edward didn't say good bye he just hung up. He dialed for the airport and it answered in Spanish. Edward spoke clearly and slowly so as not to concern anyone as he drove on his way towards the airport. "I need a plane that's on its way to Italy, today and as soon as possible."

"There's one leaving at in an hour, but you'll have to ride in first class."

"Money's no object, take it out of this account," Edward read off his PIN number from a credit card, passing a car. He hung up as soon as he knew that he had a ticket and how to get it. Arriving at the airport he got out of the car and left his luggage. Who cared if he didn't have anything to carry on but his keys (which were in his pocket out of habit), his wallet, and a cell phone?

He boarded the plane when it arrived and sat down in his seat. He was more than aware of the looks he was getting from the females on the plane. One girl was staring at him and he heard her thoughts. Oh my gawd! I get to sit next to him!! He looks so angry…I wonder what's wrong. Maybe I can get his number and arrange to meet him again. My gawd, he is so hott! Edward wished he could sleep, wished he could ignore her, he wished he was dead.

But the biggest wish was…he wanted Bella. He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, hoping the pain in his eyelids would cover the pain in his heart. "Hey," he heard the girl's voice. "Are you all right?"

"Yes," but it came out ragged, too raw. Well, what was he supposed to do? Go 'Yes' in a perky tone and smile like a phony? Bella was dead!

"You look upset," oh, clever human! "I'm Rachel, who are you?"

"Edward," he said slowly. It seemed to satisfy her…a bit. Edward, that is so refined! So old fashioned, but who cares? It totatlly redefines the word the way he looks! He's obviously NOT ok, but if he won't say why, I'll wait to press him. Edward laid his head against the window. In a few hours he would go before the Volturi. He just hoped that hell would be tolerable without Bella, an eternity alive was worse than an eternity dead. Slowly he swallowed, though he didn't need to. He closed his eyes and slowly began to pray. "God, I know I probably don't have a soul…but will you forgive me for everything and just let me be at Bella's side? I can't live without her and I can't be dead without her. Just please forgive me…and please let me be in Heaven with her…amen." He had no idea if it would work but he hoped so.

Rachel watched him slowly and Edward wished she would look away. "Would you like something?" the flight attendant had arrived. Damn humans.

"A Coke, please," Rachel ordered.

"And you, sir?"

"Nothing, thank you." His voice was rough. Rachel whispered conspiritorally with the attendant. "He's had a bad time, I think, maybe if you brought him a Diet Coke?"

The attendant nodded and Edward's fist tightened. A long annoying flight. The two Cokes were brought and Rachel drank hers. It was finished as they crossed the ocean. Edward glanced at him watch, only a few more hours. He began to dwell on first meeting Bella Swan but Rachel interrupted him.

"Where are you going in Italy? I'm headed to Rome for study."

"Volterra," he answered.

"Where's that?" Rachel couldn't shut up.

"Italy."

She smiled, "You're a joker aren't you?"

He turned to her, a glare in his eyes. "I don't like to talk."

"Oh, sorry," her mind said she wasn't sorry at all. "I love to talk, but I suppose all girls do. What are you going to be doing in Volterra?"

"Dying," he snapped. Maybe that would shut her up.

"Oh my gawd," she gasped, "what's wrong?"

Wrong thing to say! Edward thought to himself.

"I'm so sorry! Is this…like, a last wish?"

"Please…" he held up one hand, "I've had a terrible day. I really just want silence."

Rachel's mouth closed. Eventually she drifted off to sleep and Edward laid his head in his hands. The attendant approached, unable to stay away for so long. "Would you like a pillow and a blanket?"

"No, thank you." He sighed and pulled out his wallet. Opening the wallet he pulled out his pictures. One was of his family. He flipped to the next one, Emmett's senior picture. It was Rosalie's senior picture of her and Emmett. He growled softly with anger and flipped to the next one. Alice with Jasper, her head against his shoulder. It pained him to see more people in love. He quickly switched pictures. Esme with Carlisle, they were seated on the couch, Carlisle's arm wrapped around Esme's shoulders, a look of rapture on Esme's face. The final picture was the one that brought soothing relief to his torn chest and pain.

Bella's face was tinted pink along her cheekbones. The dress she wore was blue and low cut but her chest was covered with a light blue corset. Her hair was gathered back, ringlets falling to her shoulders. One arm was around his waist, the other in his hand. He allowed himself a brief glance at himself.

He wished he could have been able to tell his past self what was going to happen if he left. Instead the innocent 104 year old vampire was grinning with pure happiness, the idiot. His black tuxedo struck him as ironic, a pale vampire in black, so typical. His shoes were polished and as shiny as the Aston Martin he had used to drive her to Prom. Esme had taken the picture, happy that her youngest son had found a love.

His chest tightened as he thought of that Prom night. Bella had absolutely hated the idea of the dance. She kept insisting she could dance, not that he was going to let her. He fully intended on being the one who allowed her to move. Even that he hadn't been able to protect her from himself, or lack of, for that matter.

"Bella," he whispered, "why did you do it?"

Rachel stirred and Edward didn't pay attention. "Why did you kill yourself?" he was quiet, but Rachel heard him.

"Who killed themselves?" asked Rachel. Edward looked at her, his neck turning at breakneck speed.

Edward stared at her, his voice refusing to work, his mind not wanting to tell her, but knowing she wouldn't take no for an answer. She rested her hand against his jacket, he pulled his arm away. He didn't want her to touch him; he didn't want anyone's touch except Bella's. To his amazement, she dropped the question as she caught sight of the prom picture.

"Oh, wow," she whispered. "You look even more stunning in that picture than you do in real life!" She looked at Bella, a frown forming on her face. "But why did you go with her? She's so plain compared to you. She-"

Edward stood, placed his wallet back in his back pocket, and strode into the aisle. His walk was a stride and he locked himself in the bathroom. He glanced at his watch, they would be arriving in Italy in twenty minutes. He sank to his knees and laid his head against the counter of the sink. Shuddering he let out his dry sobs. He didn't have the ability to cry real tears, but the sobs still wracked him. He heard a gentle tap at the door.

It was the blasted flight attendant.

"Sir? Are you all right?" He gave no answer, holding his side in a desperate attempt to stifle the pain from his non-beating heart. "Do you require assistance?"

"Go away," he raised his voice so she could hear him. "Why can't you all just leave me alone?"

There was silence, but then the sound of footsteps told him she had left. He didn't move from his position, still and another memory hit him. 'Don't move' and he hadn't, Bella's hand had trailed over his face. He glanced at his watch, eighteen minutes. There was another knock at his door. Edward raised his topaz eyes to the door, if he'd been a human they would have been bloodshot.

"Mr. Cullen," obviously they had found out his name from the boarding pass. It was a male, but he didn't think it was the chief flight attendant. It wasn't, "This is the captain, we'll be landing in a short while. Would you please go back to your seat? Or acknowledge that something is wrong?"

Edward's voice was bitter, "What good would saying something was wrong do?"

"Do you require a doctor?" Clearly they thought he was ill.

"No. There's nothing you can do. Please, just leave me alone."

They left and Edward waited until there was only ten minutes left until landing and he exited.

The plane landed and he walked away from the airport. Edward got into the nearest, fastest car and drove off towards Volterra. It was a short drive for how quickly Edward drove. After parking and getting admittance into the castle/fortress he found Aro, Caius, Marcus, and the rest of the coven looked up at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm Edward Cullen," Edward introduced himself. Aro stood to introduce himself but Edward cut him off. "I know who you are."

Aro nodded, "Are you related to Carlisle Cullen?"

"I'm his…son." Edward said, pausing, wondering if they would understand. Aro nodded, his scarlet eyes widening.

"Well, Edward, if I may call you Edward?" Edward nodded. "What brings you Volterra?"

"I have a request."

Caius looked up, curious. Aro continued, "Ask away, we'd be delighted to assist you in whatever way possible?"

"Kill me."

There was a huge silence that went around the room. "Well, now, Edward," Aro said, recovering first. "That is a rather…unusual request…why do you wish to die? Perhaps you would let me see into your mind?"

Edward raised his eyebrows, "My mind is not guarded, you may enter yourself."

Aro raised his hand, extending it towards Edward. "Touch my hand then, Edward."

Edward did as requested and realized that Aro needed physical contact. He thought that was rather odd, but said nothing as Aro went through his thoughts. Pulling away, the lead Vampire looked at him. "Interesting," he said slowly. "You want to die for her? A human? Who's blood you crave but cannot taste? La tua cantante!"

Edward frowned and Marcus explained the meaning. Aro waved his hand away, "Yes, yes, yes, I call her that because her blood sings for you." He smiled, "But, Edward, surely you realize I cannot grant you your request. The child is dead, you have brought no harm to my coven or our world-"

Edward sank to his knees on the stone cold floor. "Kill me," he begged.

"Edward, you would make such a welcome addition to our coven, join us if you will, but we won't kill you unless you-"

"I'll expose you if you do not kill me." Edward's topaz eyes pleaded with the group of Volturi. "Kill me."