I do not own twilight. I really wish I did, but alas, I don't. This is my first ever angst fic, so please be nice. Also, to my fans from other fandoms, I'm working on putting out new stories! I literally have like thirty fanfic ideas that still need typed. So until then, just bear with me. I hope you don't hate this, it's just been buzzing around in my brain and I had to write it down. Enjoy!
Hot tears threatened to spill down his cheeks, but somehow, he managed to snuff them out. As a wolf, his senses were heightened, and the effect carried over to his human form. He heard the deafening roar of her truck, just a clearly said she had started it right next to him.
He knew where she was heading; she was going to him. Him, whose's mere presence put here in danger like he never could, the one who desired for her blood, all the more potent to him than the other leeches.
He could never understand why she felt drawn to the parasite. He was dark and dangerous, sugar-coated in false, sparkling light. He had also hurt her. He had practically ripped out poor Bella's heart and stomped on it, leaving her alone and crying. She became depressed, and only through him had she somehow started to recover.
Edward Cullen, his mind spat, You don't deserve her. But if he really thought about it, his record wasn't quiet clean either. Forced by Sam, he had done almost the same thing. But he found a way to return to her, and beg for forgiveness.
The disgusting vampire claimed to left to protect her. He did have a valid concern there. In the short time they were together before he left, Bella was almost ran over, attacked by a gang, hunted by two vampires, attacked by his "brother", and was constantly in danger of being attacked by her own boyfriend.
Fool, He thought, Nothing on this earth could force Bella to be safe. Even if all dangerous things disappeared from North America, she'd still find a way to get hurt.
He was like a drug to her; she was addicted and totally dependent upon him. If only she had chosen him. They would have been natural, as easy as sunlight and air. He was the natural course her life would have taken if all of this nonsense magic didn't exist, still would have been, if she hadn't met the bloodsucker.
Something about the leech overshadowed his claim to her. He and Bella were soulmates, the Cullen was her Imprint. She wasn't a wolf, but it was the only thing he could use to describe their strange magnetic draw.
Either way, it left him alone and yearning for what could never be his. It was Saturday, and if things had been how they should, it would have been just another day in the garage, laughing and falling in love.
He got a soda out of his mini-fridge and cracked it open. "Cheers," he whispered bitterly "to all of the things that should have been."
I feel kinda sad after I wrote that... I'm not sure how I feel about this story. I just had to get it out of my head. As always, please review! If you loved it, hated it, think I should write more angst or should never write angst again, Let me know!