*Just a new idea that i had to try. Tell me what you think of it.
The sky, black as can be, glittered with stars. They danced on the night, cloudless sky and made the world seem brighter. The moon cast long, moonlight beams onto the earth's floor and sent shadows every where.
Of course, I couldn't see any of this. I just remember how it used to be, up on earth and not in the deepest pit of hell. I looked at the cage door with my blood thirsting, red eyes. I wanted out, nothing more, nothing less. Just out.
I heard Demetri's voice in my head. Edward. You are getting a new cell mate. Just for a couple of days, that's all. Just please, please don't kill her off. She is needed. Thats all I heard.
A new cellmate? Hmmm... could be fun. I kept thinking. I remembered every last cell mate I had. In fact, I remembered them clearer than anything else. The screams ringed in my head and the last of their pale faces flashed. It was fun being the evilest, cruelest creature of your kind.
A small smile played on my lips as I heard multiple steps and a begging voice come down the concrete stairs.
"Please. Any cell but this one. Please. He will kill me! No, no, no! Please." a sweet, delicate yet broken voice begged the guards. "Please. Take me back. Please." she sobbed.
The guards stopped at my cell. The 5 foot thick concrete walls stopped me from going out. They unlocked the gate, threw the girl in and stepped out and re-locked the door. It all happened very quickly.
I looked at the girl, expecting some ordinary, human girl. I was wrong. She was a dark angel, from the storm heaven. Her midnight black wings surrounded her, shielding her. The long, dark brown hair looked silky but it was in a mess. The horrific stare she gave me was worse than those who had stared at me before. Her menacing black eyes bore right into be, giving me no chance but to just stare back.
"W...I....Go.. on. Get on with it." she stuttered.
I looked at her confusingly. Get on with what? I silently asked my self. I looked at the ceiling then down again. O yeah. Killing her.
"Wh...what are you waiting for?" she demanded, her voice slightly stronger.
"Nothing really." I replied.
She looked at me then down. Her feathery wings looked so soft and delicate, yet they held anger and strength in them. I looked at her, trying to read her mind. What was she thinking?
I tried as hard as I could but found no prevail. I couldn't read it. This confused me greatly and I sat in the corner, trying to get in her head.
I heard a sigh and a whimper escape from her mouth. I snapped my head in her direction.
"I...My name is Bella." she introduced. Guess she was going to be friendly.
"Hello. Mine's Edward. But you probably knew that." I sent a wicked smile in her direction.
"Yes. I knew." she turned her head away from mine. Why must she always do that.
I tried getting in head once more and another whimper escaped her mouth. I looked back at her, studying why she was whimpering.
"Could you PLEASE NOT try to get in my head?" she asked, forgetting who she was talking to.
"Why? It's difficult and I can't even read it." I replied sharply.
"Because..." she stopped. She stared long and hard at me. "Never mind." She looked away at the wall and blew sharp breathes.
I figured she was a shield, nothing more and nothing less.
"How did you come to be here?" I asked suddenly.
"Uh...." she waited. Maybe it was painful to mention it.
"Please?" I asked innocently.
"Ok..." she hesitated,"As you know I am a storm angel. I hold all the storms power, for I was the leader. My wings, my powers, terrifying to every one who saw me. I held a lot of respect. Yesterday, I was very, very grouchy and I sent the worst storm since the earth had been created. I killed around, hmmm..., say 2 million people. I got sent here, but Demetri said I would be needed later on." she stopped and looked at me.
I was surprised. She killed more people than me, but she didn't mean to. Her powers released from her unwillingly. I could tell by her stern voice. And I? I killed innocent people on purpose. I actually started feeling... guilty.
"So, now you feel guilty?" she asked.
"Yes. I do." i answered. It was clearly written on my pale, chalk like face.
"Why now and not before?"
"I haven't thought of it..." he was cut off by footsteps coming towards their cell.
"Bella!" Demetri's voice rang,"Come to the door." he asked.
Her eyes became softer as she looked at the door. It was Demetri's power to lure the criminals in and then torture them. I knew he would do this to Bella.
"Bella! Don't!" I grabbed her arm to prevent her from the pain she was going to experience if she went past the door.
She turned and growled at me. She pumped her wings faster and faster till a strong wind came and lightning struck from the ceiling. She glared at me with now menacing violet eyes. She yanked her arm loose with ease and continued her trek to the door. I leapt at her but she pushed me off as she grabbed Demetri's untrusting hand.
"What a good Bella. You came." Demetri said soothingly, praising her. "Come on." he urged.
She looked back at me when Demetri's power was slowly wearing off. Her eyes shot a confusing glance wondering how she got out of the cell. I shook my head, she knew what was coming.
I heard screams of pain ring through the hallway in a matter of moments. I knew she felt a worse pain than me, she was an angel and I a vampire. The screaming carried on for 2 hours. It was unbearable to listen to the screaming so I concentrated on reading Aro's mind. I heard him say,
Edward. Don't worry. She will be back soon.
I sat in a corner, just looking at the cement walls, erasing the painful memories he had collected over the years. He now knew it was wrong and he wanted to apologize to all the people he killed.
1 hour later he heard a pair of light, swift footsteps and a dragging sound. Bella was coming back! The guards threw her in, not caring the slightest how she felt.
All I smelled was burned blood and more blood. Her black dress was torn at the edges and had cuts in it, revealing deep wounds. Her wings not even folded showed pain as she tried to move from her painful position.
She gasped but managed to get in a sitting position. She leaned against the cool cement and slowly brought her breathing down. I looked at her, helplessly.
She looked up at me and sighed. Her breath contained something other than her usual cool spearmint did. I took deeper and deeper breaths, as I came closer, trying to recognize the smell. I came all the way up to her neck. She didn't seem to notice. She fell asleep.
I saw two gashes at her neck and saw one more pair at her collarbone. They bit her.
