Title: No Sympathy
Rating:T (For Now)
Couple(s): Canon
Summary: Every time she sees a reminder of him, her heart speeds up. Not out of desire. No more like the way your heart speeds up as the music pounds to a crescendo and the major character is stabbed to death in a scary movie. He is invisible. AU Twilight BxE
Warning(s): None.
Authors Note(s): Characters are not mine. Reviews are always nice. Special thank you to my amazing beta: Dolphin4442
Chapter 1: Disarm: The Smashing Pumpkins: The Killer In Me Is The Killer In You, My Love
Edward Cullen does not understand humans.
They are illogical, stupid, and blind. They lack empathy, sympathy, the ability to reason and see the impact of their actions. They are selfish by nature, always worrying about how they look, how they act, if anyone loves them, if they make enough money. They moan and whine about how horrible life is to them; then they die. A human's life span is so short it is illogical to waste almost half the time that are granted complaining about life. But it has already been stated that Edward Cullen does not understand humans.
Carlisle respects humanity. He envies their range emotions; their capacity to love. Then again Carlisle does not hear humans' thoughts. Edward hears their hypocrisy; they swear love, and then fuck the stranger in the next room. They hate then fear, want and desire then become disgusted.
They are unstable.
They are delicious.
They are intriguing.
Every human is a little puzzle complete with insecurities, traumas, wants, hopes, and ambition. Edward smiles remembering Emmett's comment which likened him to a lion playing with a mouse before devouring it, perhaps that comparison isn't too far off target. Edward has always enjoyed solving puzzles.
But he isn't all that bad. He does have morals, he believes in innocence, in honor, in right and wrong, in order. He carries out his own form of vigilante justice, praying on those who prey on others, he defends the weak. He steals from the rich to give to the poor, he takes a killers life to save an innocent. He is a modern day Robin Hood, minus the humanity and a soul.
This brings him to where he is now; alone in a concrete warehouse with a young girl huddled in the corner behind him hugging the wall. Her long brown hair obscures her face that is stained with tears, her blood smells delicious, her mind is silent (from shock he assumes). He ignores her as best he can; the temptation to drink her blood in the man's stead is too tempting. She is sweet and pure like the finest of wines. He is muddy and disgusting, tainted by a lifestyle which takes too much too fast from the body and leaves a ghost of the former body behind.
The other occupant of the warehouse is before him, he is an older man, perhaps, in his late thirties, his body wiry, with a hollow face, he looks pathetic and he is. But he is dangerous. Even now tied and gagged, with Edward towering over him, the man's thoughts are whispers of the girl lying underneath him, assaulting her, hurting her, killing her. He fantasizes of her blood flowing as he takes her the last time, he believes it is beautiful.
Edward circles this monster, worse in many ways than he. This man does not thirst for her blood, he does not survive from it, he is not programmed in every way to think of this girl as his food; his prey. Oh, there is something wrong with him, his thoughts are manic, filled with pleasure only a sociopath can have. He still fantasizes of her death while he should fear his own.
Edward's eyes are pure black, even as his mind wavers on the decision to kill this man, his body anticipates it. Venom pools in his mouth, he lunges forward, his teeth sink into the man, and he drains his blood. It is the only high Edward has or will ever have, taking a life and feeling it enter into him is an ecstasy like no other.
He is so lost in his needs he doesn't hear her quick quiet footsteps. She is already halfway to the door before he realizes she is attempting to leave, but infinitely more intriguing is that he didn't hear her decision to leave. Even now, as he focuses on her, all he can hear are the distant thoughts of those outside the warehouse, inside silence echoes off the concrete walls.
"Stop." She cries.
He turns to her, from the corner of his lips drips a small trail of blood. He is neat with his food, and takes pride in his elegant matter, a trait from his human years that must have carried over. Manners, politeness, etiquette, morals, everything that once guided him, still guide him, but he is not prepared for her sudden intrusion. Before he is able to lock away the animal side of himself his body covers hers on the ground with his mouth centimeters from her neck.
"Please." She whispers. But that is all he can hear. No thoughts, though she is clearly thinking, her eyes search his, and he longs to know what she thinks. Why can he not hear what she thinks? Is she scared? When was the last time anyone had looked him in the eye?
Slowly he backs off of her, retreating into a crouched position, their eyes never once leaving the others. Their breaths are in sync. Deep and heavy.
"You killed him." She states, he hears her, but not her thoughts, it unnerves him.
"Yes." The girl nods, and pulls her hair back, her eyes are brown, he notices, so brown they are black, like his, he thinks. Her skin is pale too.
"Why?"
"He was hurting you." The girl nods, and pulls her hoodie tighter across her, wrapping her arms around her stomach to keep herself safe. Simple and classic defense mechanism. The silence settles around them, heavy and suffocating. Neither knows what to say, in most cases the victims leave, none have stayed to watch him kill. None have seen…
"You drank his blood." Her pulse is racing, and her eyes dart about. He really wishes she wouldn't be so anxious it makes her blood smell all the sweeter.
"You drank his blood." She states again, and he takes a step forward. She immediately retracts, and he pauses.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Edward holds up his hands. "My name is Edward."
"Bella."
"Beautiful."
"Stay back." Edward pauses he was unaware he even advanced, but when he looks up he can see clearly into her eyes, he notices the ring of gold around her pupils. He is overwhelmed by her beauty, her strength. She will be the greatest puzzle, a voice whispers somewhere in the back of his head.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"What are you?" Her voice is strong, challenging, but her pulse is racing. He is amazed she can be so close to him, most humans want to run. He is also amazed he can be so close; his mouth is almost dripping with venom, even after just feeding.
"I think you know." One step forward. One chance, a clue, an experiment. He can do this; it will do no good to kill her before he figures her out. She is far too intriguing.
"I don't." She assures him, straightening out to stand her ground.
"I drink blood. I am fast, beautifu-"
She snorts.
"You don't think I'm beautiful?" Edward asks as he walks closer; amused.
"No. Not at all."
He leans into her and traces her face with the tips of his fingers. She holds her breath, her eyes droop, and she leans into his touch. He leans closer, very careful not to breathe in, and whispers "Liar" in her ear.
Bella's eyes instantly open and she pushes him away. He doesn't move and as her small hands make contact with his chest she feels as if she is being electrocuted. Before he can think he pulls her close, and places his hand on her cheek once again. This time Bella makes no attempt to stop him. She is yielding in his arms, soft and supple. He has never held a woman before. Never trusted anyone enough, and yet this small little female pulls him to her without meaning to. He lowers his face to hers, slowly, testing the waters. This will be his first kiss.
His eyes memorize every line on her face, as he is closing them she tilts her face, catching him off guard, and their lips make contact. The kiss is the softest of touches. But it is enough to start a dead heart, enough to start a war, and enough change the course of their destiny.
Edward leave now Alice's voice rings in his head, intrusive and unwanted, especially after the silence Bella gives him. But he leaves, and before Bella's eyes open he is gone, vanished into the night. When he is a mile out of the city he hears her sweet soft voice.
"Dad I'm fine really… Some guy he… he saved me. Cut the guys throat."
"Bella, you need to be more careful, honestly you should know better, a cops daughter. You didn't stop to consider this other man might be even more dangerous." Her father scolds her but Edward can hear the relief in his voice.
"I did Dad. Trust me I know." Bella says and Edward wishes she does know. Wishes she understands that she needs to stay as far away from him as possible. And yet he is already planning a way to see her again.