Anguished Desires
I am craving the empowering fountain of eternal youth, only you have the powers to quench my thirst!
From the moment I laid eyes on Isabella Swan and inhaled her intoxicating scent of a promising addiction I knew this girl would never be far from my thoughts, our first meeting was never going to be
a pleasant memory that I care to recant, but I feel it is detrimental to my story...
A tinge of bitter sweet irony lingered on my tongue leaving an acidic residue of saliva based venom to boil up in the back of my throat, hastily I swallowed back and winced at the thought of the
onslaught of heartburn that should have began to steadily develop and reek havoc with my stomach as the birth of a nervous colony of whimsical butterflies eagerly distracted my chain of thought. My
brain felt like it had imploded as the strange new girl made her way towards the vacant seat beside me, the constant thoughts of the eager pupils desperate to make her acquaintance reverberated
in my head intensifying my personal struggles with my composure, muscles spasmodic as her deliciously sweetened scent caressed my taste buds, teasing my senses and fostering images of her
demise to play over and over, the voice of death mocked my efforts of abstinence, locked in my own personal hell unable to release myself of the natural instinct to pounce upon my prey ( a test Mr
Cullen ) my inner demon cavorted with my sanity, it slicked from the shadows and crudely grasped me by the throat, its claws burned holes through my skin, as the fires of hell ascended my thirst grew
stronger (now play my game!) It felt like everything and everyone had been frozen in time and only I suffered the affliction of having such a potent delicacy placed before me, instinctively I held my
breath as I had no need for air inhaling only added to the corruption (INHALE INHALE – she is the victim!) my alter ego taunted my efforts, its raspy voice dulling to a whisper as I felt it encircle my
mind, stealing a glance at this punishing innocent victim only accelerated the manic frenzy that encapsulated my being, with each derogatory sneer and each lashing from the fiery whips that held my
throat and head prisoner I could feel my will power dwindle as the beast pulsated under my skin. The dis-functional carnage of emotional blackmail consumed and eroded and the man I once knew
clung to the edges of ethical compassion as the devils hold upon me was tightening, low growls emitted from my lips as I turned to catch my reflection , the fog had descended causing my eyes to turn
as black as coal, a reaction that signified this poor girls death was imminent, my fingers curled around the corner of the table in frustration. Release me, free me from this hellI pleaded with my silent
captor which only amused and irked the dark instigating voice from within ( I am beginning to grow weary Mr Cullen, your behaviour is becoming infuriating, you know we both want her, take her
NOW!) A new found flame shot through my whole body and I could feel myself shake under the pressure, clenching ever more to the tables edge my fingers grinding at the corner, dust particles
encircled the air as my battle with temptation clamoured to new heights, just as I felt my body and mind was about to obey the orders from the darkness I found my thoughts wander and there in
front of me stood my father Carlisle, his understanding smile and unconditional love brought me to my senses I must leave it was the obvious answer, for I could never betray my family no matter that
I knew they would forgive me TIC TOC just a few more painful seconds I chided myself just a few more!