--Snack
Bella stumbled and fell when Edward pushed her against the wall, her hair falling into her face and sticking to her wet cheeks. She turned, struggling to pick herself up, but fell back to the floor as he kicked her down again. This time she stayed on the ground, tears streaming down her face.
Edward paused, then kneeled down next to her and brushed a lock of fragrant hair away from her face. She stared back at him with wide, terrified eyes, breathless from crying; Edward smiled, his own eyes black with thirst.
He spoke to her softly, like a child that wasn't expected to understand. "Be grateful, Bella, that I am the one that wants you and not someone else who might have been less…considerate." He leaned over her, his cold breath brushing her cheek as he reached for her neck.
"This will only hurt for a moment," he murmured.
"Edward…Edward…" she whimpered, pleading. The vampire had paused for a second to inhale the smell of her hair, and ignored her. "Edward, don't do this—"
Edward smiled against her hair. "You don't understand, Bella. You don't understand anything. You don't know what I've been going through just waiting for the time that I could lure you here…get you away from any witnesses. I can't have you around me, Bella. You've got to disappear from my life once and for all."
"Edward…This isn't…this can't be the only way…!"
He leaned back and surveyed her, the wry, almost cruel smile still curling his lips. "But it is, Bella—You are my prey." He stroked her cheek almost lovingly—but the twisted smile was still there. The girl's voice died in her throat, and all she could do was watch as he kissed her gently on the forehead. "Now that I've got you, I can't let you go. It would be pointless to try. Even if I let you escape—across the country, even—I would just track you down again and kill you. Wouldn't you rather get it over with now?"
Bella's breath hitched in her throat. "I-is that all I am to you?" she asked quietly, her newfound voice trembling. "A snack?"
Edward looked at her; and he smiled, revealing teeth shining white and sharp and ruthless.
"Yes," he said, "that is all you are to me." And then he leaned over her again, and this time he tasted blood.
(A/N: The end :) )