...::: The damned and the Cursed:::...

Chapter1

It seemed like a life time, maybe even a millennium ago that Edward was the caring man that I have fell in love with. That all changed, when he went to a summer camp in grade ten, now that he is back his style changed, his friends and so was his attitude. It had brought me to grief; the man that I have fallen in love had changed.

I stared at my warm coffee that would soon turn cold, too cold for my liking. The table I sat at were for couples, but being me I had no partner to drink coffee with, just my phone and some sympathetic looks from women. The coffee shop had a warm and brown atmosphere to it, the pictures on the wall were hung sharing their own story of how they were drawn and how the artist himself felt when he drew them.

Maybe it was also the fact that my vacation at my cousin's house didn't do any good. Jasper was a brilliant and creative artist and his sister, Rosalie was an industrial designer. So they were both creative full of life, while I was a bitter person with no hobbies or motivation. I had no muse cooing in my mind while I was a sleep, just an empty shell.

I snapped from my thoughts when I realized that a lady was asking if I wanted to pay the bill now.

"Yes please, and is it alright if you would warm it up a bit?" I asked the Asian short lady; even looking at a person that works at a coffee shop hit my self-esteem. I had no job, and would never manage to look presentable the way she did. She probably was in her twenties, and I being in my teens made it even worse to think about.

But she still nodded at me, knowing that she couldn't say no to a customer.

'Customers are always right' Played in my mind, like an old movie being replayed, I chuckled at my silliness.

I stood up straightening my long grey coat, but grimaced when I saw my scar. It was long time ago, but I still remember it like it was today.

"Edward are you alright? Come on just spit it out, you seem to be...distant" I played with my hair as I was swinging slowly on my swing. Edward stared grimly at the ground, not moving.

"Cut it out Bella. I told you to just leave it. I am not in the mood to talk" Edward glared at me; he stood up and walked away.

I looked around, afraid that someone saw the way he glared at me in hate. I followed him through the woods; tripping and scratching my knees but I ignored it.

"Edward is something wrong, you have been acting strangely and I don't know why? Did I do something wrong?" I trembled, not wanting to know the answer.

"Damn it Bella, don't you understand? I need a fucking space to think" He stood in front of me, face to face, chest to chest. He clenched his hands to his sides; they were shaking as if he was stopping himself from doing something. But what?

"I was only trying to help, now tell me!" I snapped at him.

"Do you want to help? Here try and take some of my pain away" He grabbed my left hand and squeezed at my wrist. It looked like he was just holding my wrist, but it felt nothing like it. The pain shot through me in huge waves, deepening my inhaling and hurting my brain as the pressure continued to flow fast.

"Edward stop, Edward please stop you're hurting me. Please" I begged him, trembling more as I tried pulling away from his grip. I almost bent down to my knees but the angle of his grip held me in an awkward angle, as if I was holding my stomach.

"You wanted to help Bella. So what is it? Are you refusing to help? I am not the same damn it Bella, please grasp that. I am a killer, I killed people this summer. If you want me to kill one more person then stay in my business again" He pulled away, and I tumbled back on the soft crunchy ground. I cried as I watched him leave, holding my wrist from the pain, but there were no marks, as if he transferred his pain through me...

That was the first time he ever hurt me and I was worried of what he has become of. He said he killed people, so why did he...?

"Ma'am you alright? The coffee is ready for you. Was there anything that you wanted?" The lady peered at me in worry. Her name tag said 'Ida'

"No Ida, that was all. Thank you so much" I smiled weakly, feeling like a looser I handed her the money and grabbed my coffee rushing out of the coffee shop and into the sunny streets of Dubai.

A business man walked by in a navy suite giving me a look and flashed me a smile and waved his coffee at me.

I veered way stepping on the street, cars honked at me as I ran across, tears flowing down my cheeks; I ran and ran, crying harder as I ran through the park that brought back the same memories.

And there standing in dark jeans and a black shirt back to me was the devil himself. Just behind a tree that led to an old pathway through a hill.

He turned around at me and smirked at me throwing away his cigarette and beckoned me with one finger to come forward.

It was Edward himself...

Hey guys, this idea just came at me. Is it any good? Should I continue?

Please Review... and what do you think Bella should do now?

1. Run away

2. Nod but stand still

3. Or run towards him, flinging her hands around him?

Review to let me know!

Thanks allot for reading, this is my first Edward/Bella story so I hope its good!