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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. Everything else is mine.
Prologue
Edward had never been a religious man, but he found himself praying to God as he sprinted down the wooden hallways. He knew the the house like the back of his hand, so he was painfully aware of the fact that he'd be reaching a dead end soon.
He passed the first few doors to reach the fifth—the one with the stairs on the other side. He could hear her behind him. Her angry snarls. Her gaining footsteps. He flung the door open, darted in and shut it.
But he wasn't fast enough.
A terrified scream ripped out of him as her fingers appeared on the edge of the door, stopping him from closing it. A single thought rushed into his head, and he acted without thinking. A broken apology tore from his lips in a hushed whisper as he slammed the door close. He flinched at the shriek sounding from the other side, but his plan worked and the fingers disappeared. He quickly closed the door and locked it before sinking to the floor as relief ran high through his veins.
But the relief was premature, for the woman always got what she wanted.
A deafening bang had Edward on his feet at an inhuman speed, facing the door. He watched in horror as the next blow resulted in a long crack. Comfort left his body as fast as it had come, his body switched to survival mode, and he rushed down the stairs, away from the splintering door.
The basement! Really?! Edward asked himself as he looked around for a weapon. He was glad he had had the sense to turn on the light as he'd sprinted down the stairs. As much as he hated it, he had a sinking feeling that he'd need it.
A victorious smile lit his face as he spotted the baseball bats in the corner, but it was quickly diminished as another deafening crash echoed in the windowless room. This time the bang was followed by swift kick, and he could hear the shattered door slam open against the wall. He lunged forward to grab a bat and turned around to face his fate.
His heart pounded and sweat gathered in his palms and on the back of his neck as he waited, his eyes strained on the lighted part of the stairs. He listened for her footsteps. She was taking her time. She knew she had him cornered. He could almost imagine the sinister smile stretching her lips as she sauntered down the stairs to face him.
His heart leapt to his throat when he saw one foot step into the light. The other foot soon followed. And then, like in a movie, her perfect ankles appeared followed by her jean-covered shins, lean thighs, small hips, flat stomach, toned hands, supple breasts, elegant neck, shiny hair, rounded chin, plump lips, cute nose, and her bottomless black eyes. This revelation rocked Edward back to reality. Her eyes are the color of chocolate…
He gulped and tightened his hold on the bat.
That's not your wife. That's not Bella. That's the Devil, Edward reminded himself.
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