"Edward you promised her, if you wont do it, i will."
"Carlisle dont do this to me- to her!"
"Carlisle do it."
He fastforwarded through the screaming inexplicable pain.
"Bella, you've changed."
"Edward, i feel so...improved."
He fast forwarded again to the worst day of his life.
"Edward, I'm leaving you, please dont come after me."
"What?"
"Ever since i became a vampire, i've felt all these things, all these new experiences, I realize now that I wasnt attracted to you, i was attracted to the thought of you."
"Bella, that's ridiulous, where are you going to go?"
"The Volturi have offered me a spot with their family."
"Bella, you can't be serious."
"I'm afraid I am. I don't feel much towards you now Edward."
"Bella please I love you."
"Edward dont be difficult, I'm grateful for all your family has done for me, but it just isnt there anymore."
"Bella, I'm begging you! I need you to survive."
"Trust me Edward you'll live...if you call how you live living."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"No feeding on humans? What's the point? Might as well just off yourself now."
"Bella what are you saying! Please dont leave."
"You just dont get it do you edward. I dont need you, goodbye."
Edward shove his hands down his pockets and walked down the street. It was chilly in London. He kept walking until he didnt not recognize where he was anymore. He saw a sketchy pub and walked in out of sheer boredom. It was utter normalcy and Edward couldnt stand it. He got up from the seat he had just taken and walked out of the pub. He walked out the door and stood dead still.
"I dont need you."
He shook his head roughly, trying desperatly to get the image of his Bella walking out the door out of his head.
"HELP!" He heard a shriek from an alley next to the pub.
"Shut up you slut." He heard a gruff voice say and a few drunken laughs. He turned down the alley, a fight could really get his head of Bella.
"STOP! GET OFF ME!" He heard the shriek again and his pace quickened. Suddenly the owners of the voices loomed into view. There was a group of men, roughly middle age crowding around what Edward could only imagine was the girl who had been screaming. One of the men raised his fist and the girl took a heavy blow to her right cheek.
"HEY!" Edward shouted, something inside him flared up. The men turned around. The girl froze.
"Get your own whore!" ONe of the more drunken men shouted. The others laughed and a few turned around and started fondling the girl who began to whimper.
"Get off her!" Edward walked into the middle of the group and stood in front of the girl protectively. He felt every inch of her body tense up.
"Oh, little wanker wants to protect his little whore- how sweet." A man tried to punch Edward square in the jaw. Edward stopped his weak fist with his iron grip. The mans eyes widened. Edward effortlessly punched him in the gut, causing the man to double over in pain. The others looked at each other and began to back off. Edward gave a menacing snarl towards the men. They began to run back to the street and retreated into the pub. The man who was still on the group, realizing his friends were gone, stumbled haphazarly after them. Edward turned around to look at the girl. She was much shorter than him. Her hair, a light golden brown shone in the neon light reflecting from the pubs signs. Her eyes were the brightest blue, tears clung to her flawless face. He was startled at her beauty.
They stood there in silence for a moment, her face paralyzed with fear. Suddenly a bitter wind drifted over them, she inhaled sharply and her eyes widened. She began to run. Edward, confused, ran after her.
"Hey! Wait!" He said, though he could've outrun her any day, he kept a small distance back. They ran through the alley, which became a catacomb of brick, snaking its way through the city. Suddenly up ahead there was a dead end. The girl turned around, tears streaming down her face.
"I was just trying to help, can't I get a thank you?" Edward said, and he attempted to probe her thoughts, without success, which had only happened once before.
"Just trying to help?" She screamed, her voice was oddly melodic. She thrust her hand up to the scarf she was wearing and ripped it off, showing her exposed neck. Edward's mouth became damp as she revealed a pulsing jugular. "You want to bite me, then just get it over with!" She said, leaning her head to side and squeezing her sapphire eyes shut in anticipation.
"I dont want to-" Edward began, but then stopped. He hadnt eaten in a while, and he was rather hungry. She was offering herself. But how did she know?
"Do it! Please just do it!" She said quietly, eyes still closed.
"I'm not going to bite you."
"Why not, I'm so tasty!" She said almost sarcastically, she walked up to him and shook her hair in his face. Edwards charcoal eyes widened. Her scent was exactly the same as Bella's- what was going on?
"Stop it." He barked and grabbed her wrists. She froze in fear. He leaned down do his face was just inches from hers, he didnt release his steel grip on her wrists. "I'm not going to bite you. How do you know what I am?"
"I-I-I-" The girl inhaled Edwards sweet breath and her eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of her head and she fell limp in Edwards arms. He looked around wildly. Who was she? How did she know? Why did she smell so good? Why couldnt he read her thoughts? and What was he going to do with her?