I have decided to change the style of the story. The next few chapters are being re-written and will be posted soon. Please review and tell me what you think of this new style.
- Angelheartsonfire
There a four men in my life. Only one is human.
Dean Winchester. Love of my live, almost. Human. Dean was never really there. He's a hunter. He left me after I sold my soul for him.
Edward Cullen. Perfect man. Vampire. He left me too. Then came Jake.
Jacob Black. Best friend. Shape shifter. He left me as well. Then there was Castiel.
Castiel. Rouge angel of the LORD. He didn't leave me. He can't really reach me right now.
So now I'm alone, in Hell. Hell isn't as bad as it seems. Sure, it looks a little shabby. You've just got to let it show you the charms it has to offer. Non-stop torture and temperatures beyond 108° are just two of the fine specials offered in hell. Also if you die now, we'll give you your own personal torturer! But that's not all! Call in now and we'll even throw in some free chains! I now present Alastair, my own torturer! Welcome up Alastair!
"Bella, how have you been dear?" See, we have a pretty good relationship, Alistair and I. I ask about the wife and kids, the big boss yada yada. He talks, I talk. We have a great relationship.
"Alastair, what a pleasant surprise! I was hoping to see Lilith today. Poor girl was crying over spilt milk or something yesterday." Alastair just chuckled and began sharpening his knife. "Do you mind if you scratch my back first? This itch just won't leave me alone!"
"Hell's not what it used to be." Completely ignore my itchy back why don'tcha? I motioned with my hand for him to go on, difficult in chains. "People aren't afraid of us anymore."
"Alastair! We've been over this countless times. You need to find what scares people the most and then kill them by using it against them!" I sighed and wiggled my toes feeling the pins and needles rush from them. "Man I would love to be able to walk around for a bit. Oh hey, think you could scratch my back, it's still itchy."
"Only if you say yes to Lucifer!" I chuckled and smiled. I lied, I have five not four men in my life. Dear old Lucy Bee.
"Alright then. I would love to see Lucy again." The chains vanished as I spoke leaving me sprawled on the floor in a heap.
"Shall we then?" Alastair held out his arm for me. Such a gentleman! We took a few steps before I stopped him.
"You know, I don't think I want to see Lucy today." In a flash I was back in my chains. The metal had become hot and was melting my flesh.
"Bella. Do we have to do this again?" Alastair sighed as he twirled the knife in his hand. My vision went blurry, black spots blinking with me. I blacked out again.
I do not like coffins, especially when I'm in one. It's fantastic I'm out of hell, but not so fantastic that I'm six feet under. What the fuck is this thing made from? Metal or some shit? There isn't much room in a coffin. So, getting your legs up to kick the top of isn't the easiest feat.
One coffin lid and six feet of earth later….
I am thirsty and hungry and exhausted and other things. At leats my grave stone's pretty.
Isabella Swan
Beloved daughter and friend
13/09/1984 - 12/08/2005
Pretty right? I could really use some pie right now. A whimper behind me drew my attention. A little boy stood behind me.
"Are you a good or bad zombie?" I just smiled at him then frowned as he wet his pants.
"I'm sorry for scaring you sweetie. I am a very good zombie. Do you know if there is a store nearby?" The poor kid nodded and pointed vaguely in a direction. Before I could ask him anything more he took off as fast his chubby little legs would carry him.
Walking into that store felt like high school all over again. The fact I was wearing a butt ugly dress didn't help. I was going to shoot the person who chose this thing; pink is not my colour especially when combined with lace and flowers. At least it had pockets. I could only hope there was money or a weapon in them.
What did you guys think? Should I keep writing it this way or use my old style? Would love to know your opinions!