Title: To Fracture Souls – A New Moon Alternative/NM AU

Author: Fictional-Star

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Rating: Fiction M

Summary: After a fateful encounter, red-eyed vampire enjoys the limitless life of an immortal whilst torturing and draining innocent souls… that is until a coven of 7 hear word of her cruel endeavours.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement was Twilight Saga is owned by Stephenie Meyer. All copyrights associated with the series belong to her. Only ideas contained within this story are property of the author. No profit is earned by the writer of this story.

Warning: The following story is rated M for violence, blood and gore, sexual content and possibly strong language. Although this fictional story is generally suitable for ages 17 and up, you're being asked to read at your own discretion. This story does not promote a healthy relationship or mental state and should be seen as a depiction of real life.

Prologue:

Under the gleaming moonlight a predator's hysterical giggle echoed through the silent whispers of wind twirling through the dark but lovely forest. Her laugh was child-like but pierced the silence like a scream. Though the sound was sweet it marked the presence of a dangerous creature.

She enjoyed mocking her prey as they shuddered under the harsh hold of her venom. She especially enjoyed it when they screamed. The girl she captured tonight did just that.

Under the evergreen trees only small flutters of light filtered through the wet ground but her eyes could see perfectly as snowflakes twirled lazily, framing her prey's thick, dark lashes. For a moment she appreciated the beauty of the snow's shimmer contrasting on the set of cold eyes. A second later she almost got bored - then a hoarse shriek tore through the night.

The pray's fearful doe eyes dart rapidly, trying to comprehend the hell that it was taken to. Hot white breaths cloud frantically against the freezing night. Her movements clumsy... in vain as she struggled. White seething pain creeped harshly up her veins to her heart. Excruciating. Slow. Beautiful Pain.

Hours passed but she continued to watch as her prey spasmed and cried out.

For a fleeting moment golden eyes plagued her mind but she pushed away the thought before she could acknowledge it.

Now the prey's pale hands clawed desperately at the curve of its neck. Hot breaths like drags of smokes against the cool night. Its heart was beating weakly, it wouldn't be long until she turned. We couldn't have that.

Another scream. Hoarser now.

The predator frowned in disappointment, her perfect pink lips pulling down in an alluring pout; barely any time had passed since she bit into the girl and Bella wasn't in the mood of draining a pathetic child. She wondered if it would be cruel to simply tear a limb off and let her bleed to death in the snow just before she was gifted with immortality…

"K-Kill me! Pleas-"

Bella shrugged before the seed of doubt was planted and popped the girl's arm off with a flick of her wrist.

Only death would soothe the ache now.

1. Edward

There were ninety-six blood pumping bodies in the makeshift night club.

...and It would only take five seconds to end every life in the room.

The attractive thought made my lips curl against the flesh of his skin.

He stood between my legs, hands trailing under the black silk of my dress. His caress almost loving.

There was no particular reason I had chosen to keep him alive for this long. It certainly wasn't my intention to play human with a boy. If anything it risked having my presence and midnight tortures conspicuous... but I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself.

I whispered sweet promises to his ear, too aware of his burning body, the drive of blood pumping against my lips.

I press my mouth closer to his neck, almost seduced by the wicket thought of his death.

Thirty seconds of screams and agony would not alarm a soul.

Not if I made it quick.

My hands tighten. Locks of his red-tinted hair threaded dangerously taut between my fingers.

No, no one would be alarmed. No one would know.

Not while the feasts in that warehouse were busy dancing in the shrill of the music that pumped against the cold Alaskan night.

A cold finger dipped in the waistband of his jeans and felt his growing arousal. I looked up to him through dark lashes, and smiled... shyly.

The corpses, drained of life, would be left behind along with the scent of sex... undiscovered as they froze and decayed in the abandoned warehouse. Their pale cold bodies oddly seductive in their state of undress.

The corner of Green-Eyes' lips smirked, and pressed a kiss on my hairline. Breathing. Fist tight against the fabric on my back, as he pushed his heat against the fabric on my core, lifting me up, thrusting.

His hoarse voice, erotic liquid sex as he promised screams and pleasure...

There are no windows in this dim room, only two exits. Block the narrow, rusted entries... and they would be trapped. Leaving ninety-six heartbeats at the mercy of my playful tamper.

It would be effortless.

He slammed us against the metal doors. I hissed, feeling the idiotic and unmistakable dent on the surface. Fucking Humans.

I arched my back, pushing against the metal, grazing his chest with my breasts and masking the damage. Destroy evidence. A fundamental rule when you insisted on lengthening the hunt.

His thrusts distracted me as he grazed his scorching hot lips against mine. I sunk my teeth and pulled on his bottom lip. He groaned as I tangled my hands further through his untamed hair, pulling his head back, releasing his darkened lip... and exposing his mouth-watering pulse.

I pressed my nose against his neck, and inhaled. Waiting. Savouring the burn as it spread down my throat ...I curled my lips back in a snarl, exposing a line of sharp teeth...

It would be so easy. So fast.

Behind us, Limbs twisted in a sex-driven dance. Grinding, gasping little ambrosia's. So easily seduced. So easily, trusting. It would take minimal effort to snap every pretty little neck.

I purred, choosing instead to focus on the sounds of the human blood bags engaging in a deranged dance. I could hear their hearts pumping hard with wild ecstasy...the same ecstasy that comes from drowning the ache with blood. The same ecstasy he could have easily bathed in. The same he denied me.

The boy's pale skin had flushed deliciously with cold, as he stumbled outside, pressing me against the wall. His white breaths were my reminder. Unknowingly, my fingers had started to dig deep into his flesh, my nails nearly prickling his skin. My chest rose with him, fueling my inferno. His scent tainting the freezing air surrounding us. There was no longer a decision.

Warm hands curled around my thighs, trailing up my waist. The satin followed the movement, leaving little resistance as his narrow hips pushed forward and he grounded his hard denim against the silk of my dress.

His eyes darkened in an angry haze of lust... Pushing harder. More forceful... My lips curled. He was perfect. He is exquisit-

Red splattered on white.

His life stained the walls as he hit the crystal ground. Honey tainted Lilacs... I chuckled darkly as I breathed him in, watching his eyes widened. His dark lips open in a silent scream. Gurgling as my fingers tightened, digging into his warmth of throat.

Beg. I whispered with a smile as he choked on his breath. His hands clawed at my skin. I leaned forward and my nose against his skin. An intake of breath... fills my dead lungs with fire. His scent...intoxicating. Seductive. Almost exact. Honey and Lilacs.

He reminds me so much of my demon. The man that tortured me by withdrawing his affections.

I hear my hands digging against his pale flesh. A growl builds up against my throat. My eyes burn with venom that will not fall. I want him.

I feel my hands trail down and crush the structure of his arms. I feel his blood warming my pale skin. His back arches in a painful dance. He won't be leaving me. I will keep him forever.

He screams now. His voice strain against the emptiness of the dark and cold. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't have to. I can take him, and he'd never be able to leave me again.

I could make these green eyes melt into his liquid gold.

I feel my red lips wrap against the skin of his pale throat. My teeth sink into the heat of his flesh. His body trashes beneath mine. His arms...limp. Heels digging against the cold grovel. It only takes seconds.

His body thrashes as venom rips his soul away at its seams. "Please." The whisper is raspy, weak. Echoing through the empty space. "Why are you d-doing this to me?"

Because he broke my heart.

I force his essence to flood into my dry veins, my red lips pressed into the cold pale skin of his neck like a lover's caress.

His blood is perfect. Thick. Soothing.

I rip my lips away from his warm flesh. Harsh strings of gold break through the dark and begin to consume the night. I can hear small creatures awaken, hearts beating like the wings of hummingbirds. Beating to the subtle thuds of angry footsteps.

My head snaps towards thick woods. The movements are quick and heavy but the snow doesn't register the abuse; There is no crunch of snow trailing the steps.

I search for the sounds of breaths or pulses. But there are none.

The Alaskan wind blows the sweet sickening scent of death and I feel my eyes widen.

Vampires.