Darkward Vampfic Contest
Title: Goodbye
Penname: hellabellakellas
Beta: Little Miss Whitlock
Disclaimer:Kella Kels and I own nothing; a pair of lattes, laptops and some peanut butter M&M's. SMeyer owns everything even slightly Twi.
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BPOV
I drove up to the familiar hill that housed rows and rows of headstones. It hadn't gotten easier, coming here. Seeing his name etched in stone, affirming that the one thing I wished for more than anything wasn't true; not only was it real, but it was permanent.
He would be gone for the rest of my life. My dad.
Charlie died in the fall my freshman year of high school, while helping the local police department in Port Angeles with a string of armed domestic burglaries that had spread across town. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and in a split second, I was fatherless.
I found out in fifth period biology class, and I wasn't even pulled aside. The announcement came over the loudspeakers announcing that the town Chief of Police had been gunned down by a masked man. The news was followed by a terse "Ms. Isabella Swan, please report to the nurse's station immediately."
After that, nothing was the same.
I moved to Florida with my mom Renee and her new husband, a professional baseball player named Phil. I had a nice home, a few friends, a room to call my own that was far too big for comfort and an guy that hung around, who was, for all intents and purposes, my boyfriend, though the mere idea of being official with Mike made my skin crawl.
And like clockwork, the week of my father's anniversary, the town of Forks threw a celebration of his life and dedication to the community and the people in it. Every year since it happened, I'd come back for that week with my mom to be with those who knew him best and share in the celebration of his life and the mourning of his passing.
But this year was different. This year I had flown out alone, my mom following Phil to his post-season baseball games. It was the first year since my dad had died that his team had made the playoffs, and I was in my senior year of high school. So, when my mother looked torn as to whom she should pick, I eased her guilt and told her I wanted to go alone this time. I was ready.
I wasn't sure I was, but I faked it enough to make her believe it.
My father died on October 10th, and on October 8th, I was landing in Forks. Billy, my dad's best friend, and his son, Jacob, picked me up from the airport, greeting me with warm, knowing hugs. It was hard; none of us knew what to say. It wasn't like I was here for a school break--we all knew what brought us together. It was the one piece of our pasts we shared; a part of our memories that managed to leave us weak and breathless at remembering it all.
We drove in silence and the next few days passed by in a haze, like they always did. On the anniversary of his death, the town threw a parade, as they do every year; remembering the great man he was and having a fish cookout - rain or shine, because it was my dad's favorite pastime.
The day after his anniversary was my day. I took it each year to spend at his grave, to catch him up on my year as if he could hear me; as if he just lived across the country instead of in the afterlife. I took his old rusty truck that Billy now took care of up to his plot.
That was where I currently sat. At the base of the hill that lead up to the arch of stones that were peppered with trees around the block of allotted land. I got out of the creaky, rusty red vehicle and made my way up to the all too familiar patch. I flopped down, sitting cross-legged after moving a few flowers to the side and brushing off his headstone with my jacket sleeve.
"Hi, Dad..."
EPOV
The girl was curious to say the least.
She was like nothing I had ever experienced in my one-hundred years in this existence. Her scent was intoxicating; a blend of freesia and gardenia. It called me to her, like a moth to a flame, or a bat to hell as it was. She was so unassuming as she walked through the rows of headstones in the mist, trailing her fingers gently over the stone. How naive, I thought as I watched her from the bushes. I'd been here, every year, as she came to this very cemetery and I'd watched her. Her scent brought me closer to her. She was my match in every way. I was meant to drink from her. I was made for this. I was designed to kill.
In particular, I was designed to kill Bella Swan.
I knew her name from the thoughts of her mother, who usually accompanied her to the grave. I found it odd that she hadn't made the trip as well, and yet I couldn't help but take this as a sign. This was the moment I would take her. This was the moment I had prepared myself for. Usually, stalking prey was easy, as it didn't particularly matter who they were. No one was safe from me; no one could hide.
I knew Forks like the back of my hand, having come here with my family as a human nearly eighty years ago. Once I was changed into the creature I am now, the town and its surrounding area has been ingrained in my mind. I knew this place better than myself.
The first time I saw Bella Swan at this very cemetery, it shocked me that she escaped my notice. Her scent... her scent awakened feelings and urges within my being that I didn't even presume to be capable of, which was why she needed to be destroyed. It startled me that I could not hear her thoughts. Curious, I remembered, because I could hear her mother as though she were speaking directly to me.
It was unnatural. There was something wrong with her; she must have had some kind of deficiency. I laughed at the irony of that statement. I was a vampire; a completely unnatural and hideous creature, and I was finding fault with an innocent human girl.
I took a deep and unnecessary breath to refocus my senses as Bella's scent flooded me once more. Yes. This was right. This was necessary.
I started out from the brush and walked to the right of Bella toward my parents' graves. It bothered me still that I didn't remember their deaths. I'd been so ill when it all happened... my senses dull. So much so that when I had awoken from the change, I had no recollection of even entering the hospital, or of my sire telling me about the change. At first, I found it hard to believe that I would agree to such a thing. It went against everything I thought I had known. When I asked of my family, though, there was no answer. I vividly remember wrenching my stiff body from the hospital bed and racing through the make-shift hospital. I fought with every fiber in my being against the burning thirst that was rising in the back of my throat. It was unlike any thing I had ever experienced.
Nurses shrieked as I walked by, aghast at my pale appearance and blood red eyes. My sire then pulled me aside and told me of my parents. I collapsed at his feet, screaming and wailing against him. I noticed, though, that no tears fell from my eyes. My body shook with sobs, and yet no tears. It was then that I realized what I'd become.
A monster. Nothing more.
I stood at my parents' grave and carefully recited their names over in my head, as though trying to connect with a bit of myself I knew to be lost in time. I was no longer their son. Of course, I looked like him outwardly, but I was merely a shell of the boy they had raised. I was glad they could not see me right now. Angels knew not of the damned.
I gave a reverent bow to the headstone then turned back to my prey. Bella was still sitting cross-legged in front of the headstone, speaking to it as though it were her best friend. I grinned to myself. It would be too easy. It would be just like pulling a lace from a shoe. I made my way to where she was slowly so that she would have time to see me coming. There was no need to sneak up and grab her. That took all the fun out of it.
The closer I got, the more her scent overwhelmed me. I had to slow even more to prevent from racing over to her and killing her right then. It was so, so tempting. I had never been faced with something so difficult in my existence. I stopped breathing once I was within five feet of her, and pulled my jacket collar up around my neck.
"Quite cold today, isn't it?" I asked conversationally.
I seemed to have startled her, as she jumped slightly before pulling in a deep breath. She wiped her ruddy, tear-stained cheeks before she spoke. "Y-yea. It always is this time of year. Its Forks." She replied flatly with a small, humorless laugh.
I laughed back at her softly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Are you alright? Do you need anything?"
"No." She paused for a moment before continuing, a slight edge to her voice and confusion written across her features. "Do you normally roam around cemeteries asking people if they need help?"
Only when I'm thirsty. "No. I was just paying a visit and I saw you over here alone. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Oh, well I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude." She replied softly, giving me a small smile. "I'm fine though, thank you. Just visiting my dad." She pointed to the headstone.
I nodded, looking over at the stone. Ah, the martyred Chief. "I'm very sorry about your father." It was all I could think to say.
She nodded, more to the headstone than me and stood up. She was brushing the dirt from her pants as she spoke. "Thank you, but I should go. I'm not... I'm not good at being here with other people around."
I held out my already gloved hand and smiled gently at her. "Let me walk you to your car. I'm Edward Cullen."
She smiled faintly, and shook my hand. "Bella. Swan. If you couldn't tell by my dad's name." She joked, her smile glowing with warmth.
Her smile made me falter for just a moment at it's innocence. The tiny shred of morality that I had left in my body was screaming and pleading with Bella to run away. Yet as I curled my fingers around her hand and returned the smile, I knew she would not. I knew she would be mine. "A pleasure, Bella."
BPOV
"I'm really okay to walk down the road on my own," I said to the Greek God in front of me. I hadn't noticed his piercing dark eyes and strong features until I'd stood up and had to look at him head on. "I think I can manage to make it down there without incident, but thank you."
"I'm headed that way. It's no trouble." He stated, offering a comforting grin.
I felt my cheeks grow warm and I glanced down, biting my lip and avoiding his gaze. "Oh, um...are you sure?" I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. Was I really flirting with this stranger in a cemetery? In front of my dad's grave no less? Good grief, I was.
He nodded, peering over at me as if I'd just asked him if what we breathed was oxygen. "Of course."
I took a breath and turned on my heels walking slowly in the direction of the parking lot. He caught up quickly and kept with my snail's pace, not saying a word. The silence was almost... comforting. "So, do you mind me asking who you were visiting here?" I asked a bit apprehensively.
"My parents. They died when I was young," he replied, his voice dropping to barely a whisper at the mention of how quickly after his birth they had passed.
I stopped, turning towards him and placed my hand over his forearm. "I'm so sorry."
He gave me a half-hearted smile and shook his head dismissively. "It's fine. It was a long time ago, Bella."
I nodded, getting the impression he didn't want to discuss it further. We began walking again and I was making no indication that I wanted to turn down towards the lot that we were approaching.
We just had to make it through the small clearing of trees that divided the rest of the world from the cold, dreariness of the cemetery and we'd be at our cars. But there was something about him, about Edward... that made me want to know him more. That made me want to not let this be it.
"I'm not keeping you, am I? I'm moving slower than a cripple." I joked darkly, staring down at the grass as we continued to walk.
He shook his head, feeling his eyes burn into the side of my face. "No, not at all. That tends to happen after visiting a grave. You get lost in your own thoughts."
I nodded in agreement as we approached the small bushel of trees. The mood changed from one of calm and serenity to one of uncertainty. I thought I felt his eyes on me, but when I turned my head to look, his eyes were cast downward, just as they had been before. I bit my lip, weighing my options; before I could stop myself, I made what would be considered a bold move on my part and reached for his hand, entwining my fingers with his. This seemed to startle him and his face shot up to meet mine. My breath hitched and it looked like his eyes had grown even darker if it were possible. "I--I'm sorry." I stuttered, trying to pull my hand away.
But his hand wasn't letting go and I blinked slowly, reveling in the feel of his hand around mine. When my eyes opened, he had us pressed against the trunk of a tree. What the hell? How did he move us so quickly? I hadn't even felt us budge. "Wha--"
He stepped back, hands raised by his sides. "I'm sorry. I stumbled a bit, and crashed into you." He paused, looking at me with a lopsided grin that quite literally took my breath away. "I hope you'll forgive me?"
I must have looked like a complete idiot. My heart was beating so hard against my chest I could swear he could hear it, and all I could manage to squeak out was a "no problem." He flashed his smile again and my knees buckled.
What the hell was he doing to me? I had never had such a strong reaction to a guy, hell a guy's smile, in my entire life. "Can we stay here a moment? My knees are a little weak from the impact, I think," I fibbed. It wasn't from him tripping; it was from that fucking smile. The same one he was still wearing. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my heart rate. I felt his breath fanning over my lips and I didn't dare risk opening my eyes for fear of having a full blown heart-attack, as he spoke.
"You looked flushed, Bella," he murmured, his fingers tracing delicately over the side of my neck. "Did you hit your head?" he inquired as his fingers slid to the back of my head and tangled in my hair.
I shook my head unsteadily, my eyes remaining shut. Bolts of lightening coursed through my veins as his hand swept over my skin and wove through my hair, finally resting on the bare skin on the back of my neck. I felt his cool breath continue to sweep over my face and my body instinctively reached for this stranger, mimicking his gesture and weaving my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, before barely brushing my lips over his.
It was my turn to notice his shaky breath as I pulled my mouth from his before reaching for his bottom lip with both of mine and pressing my lips against his decidedly.
EPOVIn Bella's kiss I found something I had not anticipated. It became apparent that I could take something from her that I hadn't had the pleasure of in quite some years. Nearly a century, as it were. As her soft, supple lips moved against my own, a new, more divine, plan formed in my head.
I could take Bella Swan completely, and so I would.
The hand I had left on neck pulled her more closely to me, and I ran my fingers gently over the back of her neck. It was so fragile and her skin, almost transparent, in it's milky white cast. She was so easily broken, and so trusting. I had expected a bit more of a fight from the daughter of a modern day police officer, but thankfully there was none. Bella pulled away breathlessly as I kissed over her neck, taking a moment to bathe her pulse point with my tongue. So close, and yet I knew this teasing would soon come to an end.
"Do you always get this close to people you meet in a cemetary?" I asked into her skin.
She breathed heavily against me, "Of course. First you mourn then you forn... icate." She laughed a little as she arched her back, pushing her chest into me.
Her laugh was contagious. "It's a ritual then?" I murmured, moving my fingers across her collar bone then following with my lips.
"Like praying in church..." she sighed, her eyes clamping shut as she melted into me.
"And do you pray often, my Bella?" I asked, grazing my teeth down the center of her chest.
She moaned as my tongue came in contact with her soft, delicate skin. "No, but I'm thinking I should start..."
One of my hands slid beneath her shirt, pausing at the barrier of her bra. "And would you be opposed to my... instruction?" It really didn't matter how she answered. Either way, I would have her. My eyes drifted up her lithe body to meet hers and her breath hitched, probably at their darkness. My eyes would be nearly black now. Her blood was pumping so fervently; so strong through her veins that it was a struggle not to bite into her at that moment. I wanted to. Yet, I wanted her body more. I wanted her to give herself to me as she hadn't anyone else. Nor would she ever again.
The thought caused me to grin wickedly, and Bella nodded to me before relaxing against my touch. She was so trusting and believing; I almost felt badly about what I was going to do to her. I say almost because I can't deny my true nature. The desire to kill was still there, just diminished at the prospect ahead. I pushed my hands up to run over her breasts before circling around her back to lift her to my chest. I peeled the shirt from her body, watching as she kept her eyes closed. I pulled off my jacket and laid it behind her before I let her down.
She laid before me, hair splayed out around her head and her eyes half lidded with lust. She wanted this, I realized. She wanted me. As I leaned back over her, running my lips and nose over the swell of her breasts I began to wonder why it was me she wanted. She had no experience, as she implied, and yet she was willing to give herself to me. If I were human, would she feel the same? Would she want me like this, and do these things with me?
I pushed those thoughts out of my head as quickly as they appeared. They didn't matter. I wasn't human, and I would taste her blood.
I renewed my attack on her chest as my hands came up to kneed the gentle mounds, causing Bella to moan and thrust her hands into my hair. That made me moan in return as I tugged her bra from her body and latched onto one pert nipple. Bella arched her body into my mouth as I rolled the other nipple between my fingers. She let out the most delectable sounds. Once I found her to be panting, I gently released her and centered my mouth over her heart. I could hear it beating, quick and strong against her chest as though it would jump out. I poked my tongue out to trace lines over it, savoring the taste of her skin.
Bella was so unexpectedly sweet. She tasted of vanilla and honey, in contrast to her floral blood, and yet somehow it was divine. I knew then that this was supposed to happen. It seemed that Bella was made for me in more ways than one. I lifted myself from her carefully and pulled off my shirt, tossing it to the side before I let my lips once again glide over her skin. I was pleased with the trail of gooseflesh I was leaving in my wake, and, as my hand drifted to the waist of her jeans, I couldn't help but smile as she arched her hips up into me.
"Off," she murmured, running her hands across my shoulders.
I laughed into her skin before drifting back up her body to hover over her lips. "Patience is a virtue, love."
"But not one I'm apt to want to test at the moment."
I chuckled to myself, pressing my lips softly to hers. Bella wrapped her arms around my neck, tugging me closer as I flicked open her jeans and tugged them down gently. Once she was bare for me, I took a moment to notice that she really was bare for me. I knew that it had been quite a few years since I had done this, but I didn't remember there being quite as much skin. My thoughts were quickly forgotten when Bella pushed her lips to mine again, pushing me forward.
I disposed of my pants and boxers quickly.
When I felt my erection come in contact with her wet heat for the first time, I had to hold back the moan that was threatening in the back of my throat. It had been so long since I'd felt anything like this that I was so grateful I'd revised my plan. This one was much better. Bella's hand timidly slid down my chest then wrapped around my cock, squeezing before giving me a few rough pumps. I couldn't help it. I moaned into her skin, and dropped my head to her shoulder.
My hand found it's way to the apex of her legs, drifting down to her entrance where I carefully inserted one finger. I could be gentle, I reasoned, because of what I would do to her; because she would never have any experience other than this one. Bella arched into my hand, and her hand clamped down around my cock in the most glorious pressure. My teeth grazed over her neck, but I withdrew quickly. I couldn't take her yet, not when I've felt her warmth for myself.
There was fun yet to be had with my Bella.
I carefully dipped another finger inside of her, stretching her as much as I thought she could handle. "Edward..." She moaned, her hand dropping from my length to grip my arms again. I thrust my fingers into her a few more times to get her used to it before I withdrew them. Bella whimpered. I pressed the head of my cock to her entrance. "Ready?" I asked.
Bella nodded, squeezing my arms for dear life.
I took a deep breath as I pressed into her, breaking through her barrier and only stopping once I'd filled her completely. I stilled for my own sake as much as her own. Being inside Bella was the most delicious experience of my existence. I shuddered involuntarily as her searing heat pulsed around me, getting used to the intrusion I'd caused. Bella was panting against me, and I could feel her tears against my shoulder. I leaned over, once I had regained my composure, and kissed them away.
She looked so sweet, lying under me that had I still had a heart, it surely would have turned in favor of Bella. I wanted to stop this, and let her have a life. A life she so clearly deserved. The monster within me roared against the notion, and pushed me forward. I couldn't stop, for it was already done. I began thrusting into Bella wildly. This was about my pleasure, and my gratification. I was a selfish bastard, I reminded myself, and nothing more. I took what I wanted, and in this moment that was Bella.
"Unnngggg, Edward... shit..." Bella whispered into my skin, pushing me forward as her finger nails attempted to dig into my back. The fact that they didn't pushed me farther. I wanted to feel what she was feeling, and react the way she would as a human. I couldn't though. I couldn't because that wasn't what I was.
That pushed me even harder.
I felt Bella begin to pulse around my cock, and I knew that she was close to her orgasm. How sweet it would be to watch the pleasure play itself across her face. I decided to wait until that moment to truly take her. I leaned down, placing a soft kiss beside her ear before I whispered. "Love, will you give yourself to me? Will you cum for me and let me feel how tight you can be around me?"
Bella moaned, dragging her fingers up from my back to tangle in my hair once more. I thrust into her roughly twice more before it happened. The first thing I noticed was the way her pussy gripped my cock, pulsing around me as she held me inside of her. I pulled away quickly to see her face contort in pleasure as her orgasm wracked her body. I thrust into her a few more times, feeling my own fast approaching as she rode hers out. Then it happened.
"Edward..." She moaned.
I couldn't be sure if it was how she moaned my name, but it almost sounded as though it was laced with... love.
Love.
She was mocking both me and my existence with things I could never feel. I was angry and frustrated all at once. Then she arched into me, her hips lifting off of the ground and her breasts pressing into my chest. Her arms were wrapped securely around me, as though she couldn't bring me close enough. It was too much. Between the moist heat of her body, and the ferocity with which she clung to me, it was only a matter of time before I followed her into oblivion. I came harder than I could ever remember, previous experiences included. I buried myself inside of Bella, shooting into her and letting her name fall from my lips. It was then that I remembered my task at hand. My nose was perfectly situated beside the wonderful veins in her neck. I traced them lightly with my nose, still thrusting slowly inside of her.
"Forgive me, Love." I whispered just before giving into the monster.
My teeth sunk into her soft flesh and Bella screamed with the force of it. I moaned as the sweet ambrosia flooded my mouth. It far surpassed any of my wildest fantasies. I went deeper still, pushing her down as she struggled against me. I closed my eyes as Bella began to still, and I could feel the life draining out of her. What I wasn't prepared for was what I saw behind my normally dormant lids.
I saw my mother teaching me to play the piano.
I saw my father posing for a picture with me as I graduated from Choate.
I saw myself and a young lady I was courting at a mixer on Christmas eve.
I saw myself.
I saw the person I used to be.
No.
I wrenched myself violently from Bella's warmth, not bothering to cover her dying body as I grabbed my clothes and disappeared into the woods. I knew that I had been meant take her life, for her blood called for me. She was my singer. However, I was not prepared for what she had given me. It should have been her blood, her life-giving essence. She should have given me her life. She did, I thought, as I struggled to put my clothes back on. However, she gave me something more; something that I had thought was lost to me since my change.
Humanity.
