"And what exactly is this?" Edward, the Vampire king of three years, asked the guard who threw the bloody lump of human before him. He held an unneeded breath; the thing on the floor was mouth-watering but he needed to pass judgment before feeding upon it.
"A hunter my lord." Said guard grinned hoping to feed himself "She came over the castle walls with silver tipped arrows." Using the girls long hair he dragged her head back roughly causing her to whimper at first but hiss a swear word at him right after.
"Fucking leech get off me."
"Enough!" Edward growled standing. His guard bowed pushing the girl back to the floor; blood oozed from her head as it collided with the marble. She let out another whimper. Grabbing her chin the king pulled her face up to look at him "How dar- Bella?" He gasped wiping the blood from her face with his sleeve staining the once white satin red.
"Get off me scum." She muttered attempting to pull her face away but unable. She was too weak from the amount of blood she had lost fighting the gaurds. One stepped forward to chastise her for speaking disrespectfully to their king but his hand stopped inches short of her face.
"Do not touch her." He warned eyes a blaze; the guard gulped and stood back. Lifting her with ease he commanded his guard to fetch a medic from the city. Not sure if it was fear or disgust Bella started to struggle weakly "Stop struggling! I'll have you fixed." He promised.

"Edward." Bella murmured pressing herself into the side of his body "Am I dead?" She whispered with a smile. His hand snaked around her cotton covered side; that was the moment she felt the cold emanating from his skin. Her eyes flew open into his blood red ones, she pushed back but his grip tightened.
"Almost but not now." He told her "Sit still before you hurt yourself?"
"No. No. No!" She struggled but cried out in pain immediately "Edward Cullen died; he is not a vampire." She started to repeat to herself but no longer struggled.
His dark laughter filled the empty room "I am dead Bella I even sleep in a coffin most nights until now."
"He's dead I'm dreaming this. I need to wake up from this nightmare." She told herself as she stared at him hopefully. He looked no different to what she remembered only his skin paler, more toned and his eyes the colour of blood. He hadn't aged a day just like in her previous fantasies. In the three years since his passing they were all she could cling to while her whole being revolved around revenge; hunting the kind that took him from her.

He had been a gambler; a creature of addiction. Her own engagement ring had been a jelly sweet until his brother had taken him out and paid to replace it. On their wedding day he made a promise to quit and for a long while she had believed him until that night. For a year he had decived her; lending money off the man he worked for; the vampire king. When his winning steak lost and he could no longer afford to pay them back he tried to move with his wife to a different city but they'd caught him and ripped out his throat before his wife and dragged him back to the castle. Distraught and plagued with nightmares she quit her job and vowed to kill every member of the un dead until she had destroyed their whole race. Endless hours spent watching films, reading books and scouring websites on the internet had taught her well but being in the field for real turned out to be far more dangerous than she suspected. Her first couple of kills were hard; she'd gotten so covered in blood that it took hours to clean herself and the emotions that passed her had her weeping in the shower for twice as long. However once she tracked down one of the Vampires who killed her husband tables changed; she lost emotion and her inner hunter surfaced. Now the hunter was finally caught.

Two hands grasped her upper arms in a soft but firm grip; lifting her to sit up facing him.
"I'm a Vampire Bella; in fact I'm king." His voice proud as he sipped blood from a large Whiskey glass. Covering her mouth with her hand she wretched but spotted a red rim on her wrist; underneath it a tattoo "You're my Queen." He told her taking her lower arm in his free hand "You should wear the mark." She knocked the glass from his hand as a distraction before pulling a cleverly hidden wooden pin from her hair but her injuries caused slowness; giving Edward time to catch her. Within a blink she was pinned beneath him on the soft mattress; his eyes burning into hers.
"Enough!" He demanded as she squirmed "They tore my throat out yes but it turned me; I was stronger than they thought now I am their leader."
"You're evil too then!" She hissed but ceased squirming.
"Maybe I am maybe I'm not but I rule these creatures and so will you." He lent closer to her face; almost sharing the same breath "You will be my queen."
"And what if I don't want to be?"
"I'm not giving you a choice Bella." He said firmly before kissing her.
"No fuck you!" She yelled against his lips.
"That will come later when you don't look like a mummy." He said before kissing her harder to silence her. She started to protest but found herself unable. She wanted to fight against him but his body and grip didn't allow her too. His kisses took her back to their house back when he had been a human; she found herself lost. She found herself kissing back too.

So this has been going around in my head a little comes from an idea I wrote alongside my best friend Wolfkaskerine a while back. If it gets popularity I might continue it!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight not me