An interesting idea that popped in there while I was waking up. Kinda crazy, but we all want to be mad at Eddie sometimes. And, yes, I'm an Edward lover, Jacob hater. So it's all in the name of creativity. :D
Disclaimer: It's good ol Stephie Meyer's. Not mine.
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Lioness' Revenge
It had been a year since Bella' disappearance. She was assumed dead. Edward had tried the Volturi, tried his own family, tried himself- he couldn't find a way to die. Finally believing he didn't deserve even death, he went into seclusion on a small island off the coast of Italy, where he couldn't go outside even if he wanted to- too sunny. His life is boring, painful- and one day, a vampiress in dark clothes and a powerful demeanor entered his home….
Edward, sitting in his room, in the dark, doing nothing, flinched. An oddity in his lifeless world. Someone was in his house…. someone blocking her thoughts.
Sitting bolt upright, he stepped quickly into the front room, to face a deadly beautiful vampiress in black clothes. "Who are you? Why are you here?" He demanded, in a sharp tone incongruous with the quiet surroundings. This whole situation was incongruous with everything familiar.
Her tone was quiet, reciting, her eyes flashing with power, threat, and loyalty to some unseen force. "I bear a message from one of my most powerful masters," began coldly, "She says that the lamb has turned into a lion, and that old wounds never heal."
An out of place pity touched the agents eyes, a feeling reflected in her briefly unguarded thoughts. "Whoever you are, I don't envy you. The revenge of the most powerful vampires in centuries will be slow and sweet- whatever you did to her as a human has lasted, her only flaw. In the Volturi, flaws beget fury." Memories of past victims flashed in her mind before it was closed again. They weren't pretty.
The Volturi agent, message delivered, turned to go, and Edward quickly intervened. "Wait- if it is revenge your mistress seeks, why does she not enact it now? Am I to be let free till her whim calls me?" He said in an equally icy demeanor, "Death is something I have hoped for."
She replied impatiently, jerking her arm free from his grasp, "Then you shall not receive it. Neither are you free. My mistress ordered me to put a barrier up that will only expire when she wishes. Don't worry- you won't starve completely to death. I've she plans a visit in a week or two." She gave a tight-lipped smile and swept out.
Edward sat again, feeling his stomach drop in dread. He had handled pain before, more emotional pain than anyone he had never known… but the agent's memories had, I was hard to admit, put a visceral fear in him. A horror.
What had he done?... 'the lamb has turned into a lion'….. Bella. For moment he was numb, no thoughts at all.
Until a thread of imagination peeped up, coming up with all the years Bella must have spent feeling rejected and betrayed, all of the danger she must have experienced, and, in the end, all the pain of becoming a vampire and a master in the order of the Volturi.
That little thread quietly stripped all shreds of dignity, innocence, and decency from him. She could justifiably do anything to him. And she will, he thought with difficulty, before letting his brain collapse under emotion.
Guilt, shock, pain, and a rarer emotion- that fear. He was resigned, even accepting of his torture now, but he still dreaded. Even more shocking, though, was that tiny feeling of love, almost rightness, in knowing that Bella still graced the world with her presence.
And this was the relief that broke the camel's back. This consternation, complexity, dread, stress- who knew what the agent did with whatever power she had- all this roared in his ears, and for the first time in over 100 years, he was unconscious.