WARNING!
This fanfiction contains severe Twilight hate. Please don't read if you are a fan of the series, because I'm not trying to offend anyone. I'm trying to show a darker side to immortality and to vampires. And I'm not a fan of Twilight, I'll admit that. But this story is depressing, as you might be able to tell by my attempt at a dramatic title, so I'm just giving a warning. Okay, enough from me. Please, send me no flames.
Read at your own peril! Wow that sounded dramatic.
The Darkest Hour:
Bella looked deep into Edwards amazing, copper eyes. She felt her heart flutter and tears brimmed to her eyes.
He was so, so perfect.
Her Edward.
But she could never be enough for him- not while she was so disgustingly human…
Oh, why, couldn't she be good enough… It wasn't fair! Her life was horrible, horrible, horrible…
Nobody understood her… except Edward.
These thoughts filtered across Edward Cullen's mind, and he smirked, enjoying the doe-eyed look that appeared on Bella's face. She really was a fool. Weak, easy to manipulate… It was almost pitiful how easily Edward could lure her into his trap, with just a smile or wink or even a look in her general direction.
He could almost feel sorry for her.
A foolish young girl, drawn into a world of beasts and killers. And she thought it was fun! Edward sneered for a moment and heard her thoughts- Oh, why is he upset? What have I done? Why is he so wonderful, so beautiful and I'm not? She gushed.
All he had done was lie to her. He had told her he could not hear her thoughts, with no explanation. She hadn't questioned it, the mindless sheep that she was. He had pushed it further- watched her sleep, he had been listening in on her conversations- he had wrecked her goddamn truck so she couldn't see her best friend!
Yet she still stayed with him.
Why was he doing it? To betray her trust, to betray his adopted family, the life he had never chosen to be a part of? Why had Carlisle turned him? Thousands of people died every day, what made him special? Why should Carlisle get to play God? Edward fumed silently. But he made sure not to let it show, keeping his mask in place, gently stroking Bella's hair.
He could barely remember his old life. His mother, his father… empty words, with no faces to match. Why would Bella want that? Why would anyone? To live forever, to be cursed like that… who would want that?
Then again… perhaps he would. Perhaps he would keep his little pet. Make his human a vampire, toy with her and make her love him. See how much fun she was having as the decades passed, as her friends and family died, as she became alone.
Alone as he was.
See how fun it was then! See how brilliant being a creature who relies on death for its very existence is then, Bella!
Edward laughed aloud at the thought. He's happy now. The relieved thoughts of Bella. "What is it?" She asked breathlessly. And well she might- she thought he was handsome. So easy for people to only see the surface. "I'm just so happy to be here… with you." He said, smiling down on her, the lie slipping faultlessly from his lips. He gazed down at her, watching as she became awestruck by his beauty and his words.
Later she fell asleep in his arms.
He made sure she was asleep, and then he quietly slid from her arms, to stand by the window as the moonlight reflected on his bare arms. He dug his fingers into the wood of the windowsill- hard enough for him to leave deep cuts in the wood.
He hated this life. But it was the only one he had left.
Edward giggled softly in the moonlight as the realization came to him. Perhaps, Edward reflected, he was doing it for one simple reason.
He was bored.