"The Volturi would have done it if I hadn't."
Nails bite into his smooth palms and leave behind a crescent shaped mark. This man I'm watching, can't be me. Golden eyes are narrowed down too far to be mine, that "handsome" face twisted and contorted by rage and pain. She's taken a small step back now, as if the growl slipping from in between teeth crushing beneath a jaw that should have been dislocated by now had finally gotten to her. She looks so frightened, rings a voice in my head. Stand down, this isn't you.
Yet, I can't calm myself down. The monster that's inside everyone, every human, every were wolf, every half vampire, has won. The darkness took over, and there's a thirst inside of me for blood, that I can't control.
"You wouldn't understand. You've never been through anything like this."
She shakes her blonde head and takes another step back, and I mirror it. Only, just like a mirror, I take one long stride forward. That inner me, hidden deep down inside, is struggling to fight these shadows that strangle me, holding me back from not doing this deed. What would she think? What would Alice think? Emmett? The whole family? It's impossible to look this woman in the eye anymore, impossible without seeing…
I shake my head vigorously and bare my teeth with another gut wrenching hiss. That's the monster, the darkness. I'm sitting here inside my own head, watching this play out like a movie, hearing both the monsters thoughts and hers. I'm literally powerless for the first time, weak. Afraid, truly and utterly of myself. Yet, this thirst for whatever I'm seeking, the feeling my mind can't put to words, is unyielding. I've already succumbed. I've always been weak.
"Well then…"
The words have changed tone, smoother, devoid of any emotion towards what I'm about to do. She sighs, a look of relief upon her pretty girl face, both that and her mind saying she has fallen to the façade.
"That would make sense. Considering, you've got nothing left to lose."
She tilts her head to look at me, puzzled. She won't have time to figure out my plans, to decode the meaning behind those smooth words.
The darkness already won. It won a long time ago. Maybe when that paper cut ruined Jasper's control. Maybe..since the first day I smelled her sweet, tantalizing blood.
Without a single second thought or moment of hesitation, I pounce.