Ok this is a one shot of something that was mentioned a lot in New Moon and Eclipse so I thought with the background I have in literature I'd try to portray my vision of where Vampires go when they do in fact die using Edward as the guinea Pig…enjoy and I own no one Stephenie Meyer Does! I love Edward so this was just because of the idea not that I am an avid Jacob fan…although Jacob is cool too. Edward is dead Killed in New Moon. A combo of the Twilight Series and Dante's inferno.
Abandon all Hope ye who enter Here!
(Edwards POV)
Hell hath known no limits to keep me bound here and yet I am captured like the proverbial Virgil through each level I have passed, far beyond the gluttons and the sodomites. I am farther down than where liars dwell. In so many ways I was undead and then to top off the pain I stand with the traitors for denying and turning my back on her. My angel has dimed hopefully alive where I left her. Trapped in my iced containment I am left to think, to suffer, to reminisce about the last century or so of my life.
All my preconceived notions of the subject have been true and somehow the tears run now like they had never before. If this is our doomed fate how can he, my father in so many ways, come here? He is better than most humans. Carlisle has saved so many people and to know this is where he will fall only breaks my heart more. Oh and my beautiful mother too. Esme can never come here she offers so much love enough in my dark despair to keep me sane before…Bella. I have never cried so much in my life. Enough tears for the last eighty years maybe even more.
The movement is slow in the ice my tomb closer to Lucifer than I ever wanted to be. Maybe if I hadn't left Bella I'd still be in heaven I'd still be where she was. Alice was right all along I should really never bet against her, ever. I wish they all knew how sad I was to leave them all. I wish that Bella knew how much I loved her. My whole heart dull and lifeless as it was belongs to her. Correction my whole existence belongs to that beautiful angel. I wonder if I prayed now if I even called to her would she hear me. I wanted to speak as if she was right next to me…for her to know all that I felt for her so she would not ever be sad. I wanted to curb whatever pain I had inadvertently caused her.
The darkness was depressing here. No stars just fire circled us and I was one of the unfortunate people who could only see the fire off in the distance; however, where I was stuck there was only ice. No burning anymore just cold frost surrounded me. As my head protrudes the ice of the frozen river Cocytus in this last circle of hell I know no hope can find me. So I dream up my only salvation, memories.
I picture her heart shaped face and her full lips. I conjure up my pixie sister bouncing from each wall, one of my best friends. I see my brothers playing there petty games, making bets like they are still young children. I see my mother her mind still inquiring my health and well being. I hear my father and all his wisdom guiding me, setting that example. My other sister came to me now and all her anger for my choices were lifted it was only sisterly love no spite or jealousy. She was never as good-looking then in that moment. Only now could I see what everyone else found so striking about her. Though still nothing compared to my angel, Bella. As I lay in Dante's hell the Italian meaning strikes me…Bella meaning beautiful truly in every sense of the word that was true.