A/N: I want to start off by saying this is a dark story. It didn't start off that way, but as I wrote that's the turn it took. It's a thought I had a few weeks ago. What if Edward Cullen lost his entire memory, his past, and was faced with the temptation of Bella? He doesn't know her, doesn't know if he cares for her. Would he make the same choices, or would his instinct take over? What would happen if someone decided to pull some of his strings in the process?
This is the story that came from that. Some parts aren't the most pleasant, but I hope you like it overall.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I don't own them
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Prologue:
I held her down, feeling her resist me. Her heartbeat filled my head, my ears. My stomach cried out for it. I wanted her. I wanted to feed off of her, and I wanted to fill her.
My head swam. I couldn't tell which way to go. She should be scared of me. At least, I thought she should. She laid beneath me on an old dilapidated desk in this hundred year old cabin, her eyes wide with something. But I wouldn't call it fear. It was worry. Possibly worry for me. The thing that wanted to kill her. That wanted to feel itself inside her.
Take her. Take her. The voice that wasn't mine rang out again, and I ripped off her shirt in one swift movement. A swatch of cream colored fabric fell to the floor.
"Don't do this." she whispered. "You'll never forgive yourself." There it was again, that worry... for me. I grasped her wrists tighter, holding myself steady. My body shook and my red eyes glowed.
All I could hear was the heartbeat and the voice. Take what you what. You'll finally be free. It coaxed.
I took a moment, just a moment to look at her one final time. "Don't do this." she pleaded again. "Edward please."
"I'm sorry, Bella." I whispered, wondering if that was really the truth. It didn't matter, I had to make the screaming of her heart get out of my head before I went crazy.
And then, thankfully, it did.