Bella stepped into the meadow, her feet crunching oddly against dry grass. The little circle of clearing was nothing like she remembered it – no flowers, no greenery – even the moistness of the lush grass failed to greet her. She dropped to her knees, felt the brittle vegetation between grasping fingers, and let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding.
What had happened to it? Would every memory of him be blurred out like this?
Edward slung the bag loosely over one shoulder. The black suit he wore was stiff; hard to run in and awkward, was made worse by the bulky bag he carried. He sighed darkly as he walked towards the front door. But, in a flutter of black silk, an elfin figure blocked his way.
"And you don't think I can see what you're doing?" Alice trilled, looking eagerly in the bag. "Ooh! That one's new. I guess Emmett's old thing isn't really up to such a job..."
"Back off Alice," Edward muttered, pulling the bag away from her.
Alice's face fell, just a little. She took an elegant step back. "Of course, we all know how unnecessary this all is. But dear brother Edward, he does like to be thorough." She giggled lightly, and continued to back away, yelling "ESME!" as she did.
Edward swung open the door. He had to make his escape now.
The sun was high in the sky by the time he reached the meadow. It was green, lush – but far drier than usual, very dry for Forks at least.
He let his bag slip easily off of his back, landing with a thud into the long grass. He pulled out the heavy metal object with relative ease. He slung the tank onto his back, the cold metal meeting his equally cold skin. The pipes were untangled, and he felt the weight of it in his hand. But this was something that needed done. It was the only way she would move on.
He pulled the trigger.
The flames jumped out of the metal gun violently.
"Must...let...Bella...forget..." Edward let instinct take over. He was giggling more than he would ever have liked to admit. The flames were jumping up and down, up and down...
Edward stood and watched it burn. Nothing was to be left green. And he giggled to himself with darkened menace. And burned some more.
"She'll think this place never existed," he breathed. The fire licked playfully at his icy ankles.
The grass was a brittle brown. No flowers were left, and no memories would flourish in Bella's mind, hopefully.
Edward's phone rang out, breaking his train of thought. He flipped his phone open casually.
"DUUUDDEE!" Emmett's roar rang in his ears. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY FLAMETHROWER?"
