The monster.
He always told me he was a monster.
He always told me he had to constantly keep the monster at bay when he was around me.
And one day... the monster finally won.
Our honeymoon; it was supposed to be our retreat, a place for us to be completely together. He said it wouldn't work, he told me it was too dangerous to even think about. How I wish I hadn't persisted.
All I- and eventually we- wanted was a real honeymoon, my one last human experience.
We started out innocently enough, our kisses sweet, our touches tender.
I noticed a difference in him- even in my less observant state- almost instantly. His lips were harder, he seemed strained.
I broke our kiss, looking into his eyes I knew, I wasn't kissing my Edward.
I was kissing his 'monster'.
We had teased once, calling his monster Luther.
How right that name seemed now...
'Luther' was a sadistic creature, and always in control, for the most part.
The monster craved for me, wanted my blood. But he wouldn't just bite me and get on with it, no; he wanted to taste me as many times as possible.
He never got a drop of venom on one of my cuts, he never even bit me, He always broke my skin in some other way; A scratch of his finger nail, a paring knife. He always took enough to make me nauseous, but never fully unconscious.
Wanting to stay in control of his hunger, he had left a couple times to hunt on the main-land. He would leave a sandwich or something of the sort near my chained form, just far enough that it was difficult to reach. He said he liked to see if I would be able to figure a way out to get it.
His feeding me is what I used as my means for escape.
I didn't refuse to eat, no, that would have taken too long.
He had a gap in his 'perfect' scheme; he gave me a plate.
I had broken it, accidentally actually, to get the sandwich, which had given me an idea.
I was tied by the waist to the bed-post, my ankles bound.
My hands however, were free.
Quite obviously, I grabbed one of the plate shards, quickly slitting my wrists.
One my last heartbeat, I heard them, Carlisle, Alice, jasper, and Edward.
I don't know how, but my heart ended faster than even a vampire could reach me.
I watch them now, seeing them but never able to touch them.
Four months passed and Jacob finally heard what happened, he came for Edward immediately.
Edward was alone; the others have given up on him, and were now out hunting.
Jacob started a fire, in front of the big white house, calling to Edward all the while.
He came.
He told Jacob he wouldn't fight him, but after Jacob phased and lunged at him, his instincts kicked in.
It was very much like a twisted showing of Hamlet.
The boy/man I loved as a brother and my tortured soul of a lover...husband fighting each other, because of me, my death.
Like Hamlet, Edward and Jacob killed each other.
Jacob was tossing Edward's limbs and other body-parts into the growing fire, while Edward was breaking the bones of my Jacob.
Jacob carried Edward's half mangled body closer to the fire; a second before he was tossed he finally delivered his final blow, he bit Jacob, and was dropped.
It took Jacob twenty three minutes and seventeen seconds to die.
The Cullens came home to an almost completely scorched home, immediately coming to the correct conclusion, seeing the charred form of Jacob and smelling Edwards's fate.
All because I persisted....
Hello all, i know; it's been what, a year since i last updated?
i have an ending for my first story, i just need to clear up the middle part a bit.
i am working on it via paper so just hang tight...
this is one of my more persistent stories that are always nagging the back of my brain, so i decided to finally post it.
thanks to all of you who review!!
happy now, calligraham??
