What if…Edward Killed Bella When He First Smelled Her Scent? A question I had thought of one night. When I told my sisters one of them answered, "Then there would be no story". She was wrong; it would just be a whole different story.
WHAT IF…
EDWARD KILLED BELLA WHEN HE FIRST SMELLED HER SCENT?
She walked up to Mr. Banner's desk. He pointed to the only available seat, next to me. I moved my books, making room for her. I watched her from the front of the room. I didn't just watch, I concentrated. Why were her thoughts inaccessible to me?
She past the heater, her scent blew across the room and hit me. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever smelled. The aching in my throat, the thirst, was more intense than it had ever been before.
I would have to kill Isabella Swan.
Where was I? I was in the middle of the back of the room. She would be right beside me. My eyes scanned the room swiftly, observing my fellow students. None of them would be able to stop me, naturally. I would have to take out Mr. Banner first, and then the rest of the class. My prey would be last. I would need as much time as I could to enjoy the feeling of her blood in my throat…
No! I can't kill twenty four innocent people! But the thirst burned harder, making it harder to think clearly. There was no escaping it, she had to die, they all had to die.
I jumped up from my seat and ran to the front of the room. I killed my teacher within a mille-second.
None of the students noticed that their teacher and disappeared behind his desk. Mr. Banner did not make a sound, he had had no time.
Next was the front row, six children, whose thoughts and secrets I knew. I had to work faster now; surely the student would notice that their classmates were all dead.
The blood from the fallen students and teacher were strong in my brain, but none as sweet as Bella's.
I was not paying much attention to the thoughts of the students, so I was surprised when a scream rang out and pierced my sharp hearing.
It was Angela Weber, a shy girl. Her thoughts had always been kind, but that would not save her from the danger that was coming at her. She shortened her time.
I skipped the one person that was left of the row, and went to Angela. I was a little more violent than needed, but I was angry. She had gotten rid of needed to time.
Angela, like the others, was dead within seconds and now a crumbled pile on the floor.
Mike Newton ran across the room to Bella, a movement I saw with his peripheral vision. I killed the two nearest students, then lunged myself at Mike, who was still taking the same step I had just seen.
I did not hear or see any sound from Bella, who was only a few feet from myself and the now broken Mike.
Just a few more moments, I told myself, and she would be mine.
I destroyed the few students that were left as fast as I could. Bella was a few steps away from where she had been before.
I went to her. At this very moment I wished with all my being that I could read her thoughts. To see what she was seeing, see how she was feeling.
Edward Cullen was gone and had been replaced with a mindless monster, driven by a mere scent to kill innocent people.
I pressed my lips to her neck, taking in the scent and feel of her pale skin. I lost every control I had,
And sunk my teeth into her neck.