ETA: Formerly posted as a part of a drabble collection. Due to the fact that I've been writing these out of chronological order (as inspiration strikes), the collection format has confused some readers. So, I'm posting these separately now.
Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters are the creation of Stephenie Meyer.
The Flames of Rebirth
by Lucidscreamer
Edward was in Hell.
That was the only logical explanation for his endless torment. Every breath was torture. Every pounding heartbeat felt as if it would shatter his aching chest. His limbs throbbed. His blood boiled within his veins, every cell of his body ablaze with agony. He had screamed his throat raw. Now, his lips moved in voiceless pleas for the pain to end. He had a vague sense of a presence hovering nearby, fleeting cold caresses against his cheek and fevered brow. He begged the presence to kill him, free him from his suffering, but the only response was a soft murmur of words his exhausted mind couldn't process.
And, through it all, he burned.
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When his heart fell silent, it took with it most of his torment. Left behind was a burning in his throat, as if he had swallowed live coals or gargled with fire. For a moment, the burning was all he could feel - and then the buzzing at the back of his mind, as if of the swarming of a thousand bees, came roaring to the fore, and he flung his hands up to cover his ears against the onslaught.
It didn't help.