A/N: Okay, so I read the summary for a fic that I thought would be about this… It wasn't. So I am taking all my hopes and expectations and tossing them into this monstrosity because I had Bedward/Edwella? (I dunno which one I prefer) feels for the first time in like, forever. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Sweet ecstasy spilled over my lips, the very essence of my love, my Isabella. She writhed in pain, but I will end all her suffering, we will live together happily until the end of her natural life, the way things are meant to be. I can see in her eyes, past the momentary pain, she trusts me with all of her innocent soul. Isabella took a shuddering breath, and I could no longer taste the familiar taste of poison tainting her divine ichor.
My fight with the monster caged within me was momentary, my Isabella smiled at me, her lips spread into a radiant beam of hope that I could not deny. I pulled my lips from her flesh, ignoring the nigh on divine liquid dripping down my chin, wasting itself on wooden floors. Only my truest, most beautiful Isabella deserves my attention. "Come back to me Isabella." I whispered, my hand on her delicate cheek.
Her eyes clenched shut in pain fluttered open, and I gasped. Lively brown eyes were devoured by agony. Though her lips let no cry escape, truly her eyes were not so careful, crying out for aid against the pain lying within her. "No, no it should have worked, it was gone." I babbled, panic choking my words. In her eyes was a familiar tale, that of a soul being ripped from it's divinely appointed vessel with all the care and consideration of a snake devouring its own young. "Isabella come back to me!" I pleaded, pulling her close.
I had drained away every drop of the taint within her pure body, my hands shook with the need to continue drinking from the freely spilling essence of my love's life, but I couldn't. She is dying before me, becoming like me a mere shadow of herself. I clenched my hand into a fist, wishing I could slam it upon something so sturdy as my own unholy body, and rage against the dying light in her eyes. My Isabella was slipping away, being devoured by the monster that James had slipped beyond her defenses, poisoning her very veins against me.
She convulsed and let out a heart wrenching scream that cut me to my core, and I watched as the resistance in her eyes died away. Isabella released scream after scream, cutting me to the quick with each piercing knife to my heart. My Isabella would never inflict such pain upon me, she would resist until the very end to protect me. She is so selfless, but… She is losing herself to the monster already.
Can I love her when the change is over? Will my heart allow me to dote upon the empty husk of my one true love, when all she desires is sinful lusts of the flesh and the spilling of innocent blood? To what pains will I rise so that I may pretend she is still my lover? I cannot.
I laid down the screaming body of my lover and backed away slowly, "I'm so sorry." I whispered as she died alone, her soul strapped to the never-ending hellish pyre that would be inflicted upon the vessel of my lover. I can't watch this, Isabella would understand, she would let me go with a smile and her blessing. I pictured her smile as I began to run east.
I will not let my true love wait for me long.