Yes, yes, yes. I have made a new fanfic. I know, I have so many going already. But this one hit me like a train. I had to do it. It's going to be pretty dark (with possible future lemons), so I rated it M. I think most of you can handle it.
I stared at her and she stared back at me. The certainty and conviction of her eyes was astounding to me. She held her ground, only one or two strides away from me. How could she stand so close? How could she? She knew what I was capable of. She knew that just a little move, just a little twitch of my finger could kill her. I was rabid, I was savage. She knew I wanted her. She knew I wanted to taste her blood and not stop until the last drop was out of her and my eyes glowed with the blood of my meal. But yet, she stood before me, determined to not move, to not run, to not be afraid.
Lord, did she make a mistake.
"Annabelle, you need to leave. " I said sternly, lips tight, teeth clenched.
"No, Edward. I will not go. I must be with you…" She took too dangerous steps towards me.
I all but growled at her. The fury I was feeling was fueled by the pain in my unbeating heart "You need to leave. You're in great danger right here, with me, by my side. I'm a monster! Can't you see that?"
"No!" She screeched her long dress swaying as she moved towards me further. I took two steps back, and watched as her hair pins shined in the moonlight. "You're not a monster, and you won't hurt me. I know it…" She whispered, but knew I could hear it. She knew what I was. And yet, she took two deadly steps into my arms. And like the idiot I was, I enveloped her in an embrace of my own. Annabelle placed her head on my shoulder, leaving her bare and porcelain colored neck just inches from my mouth. It was so….so….
"I…" I stuttered.
But she hadn't heard my desperation; instead she had words of her own "I love you, Edward…"
And those were Annabelle Braisley's last words.
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