Chapter 3
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The angel seemed to be weeping. It was so beautiful, so beautiful… but why was it weeping? Was it sick of its own divinity? Did it want to be human? Many questions rang through my head. I noticed there was something between its stone fingers. I reached out and plucked it from the statue's hand. It was a piece of paper. Things are not always as they seem. It read in feminine cursive. Surprised, I flipped it over. There was just one word on the other side. Vampire. It read. This surprised me. Dropping the paper, I rushed out of the clearing. I did not notice the angel change as I turned around.
It was laughing.
Edward was not there yet, and I was sitting in my grandfather's huge study, searching vampires. The angels had made me curious, and I wondered why they had mentioned vampires. I snapped open the laptop and flicked through the sites, finding the perfect one. I started reading aloud what it said.
VAMPIRE CHARACTERISTICS:
Vampire witnesses have proved that vampires are different to what myths have told.
EYES:
Vampire eyes are not constantly bright red, but change colour. They must feed often, and the hungrier they are, the darker their eyes become. They can only drink blood, and cannot eat human food, as they must cough it up. At their hungriest, their eyes are black. Most vampires have dark red eyes, but some have bright red eyes or even gold. Nothing in this website helped me at all, (I was wondering why the angels mentioned vampires) and I was about to switch off the laptop when one little word caught my eye. Gold. Heart thumping, I read more of the website.
BODY:
Vampires have superhuman beauty, strength and speed. While being changed, their body becomes pale and perfect. Their bodies are cold, and hard. They cannot go out in the sunlight, for they do not die, but give off a glowing sparkle. They never grow at all, not even their hair or nails. They use their beauty as a trap, to lure people to them.
I could not bear to read any more. My stomach was churning, and my mind was reeling. Little words flitted through my head.
Superhuman beauty: Edward was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
Strength… Edward was strong enough to hold me in his arms.
Speed… I nearly fell over, yet he reached out and grabbed me.
Sunlight…He refused to go outside when it was sunny.
Gold…His eyes were a lovely honey gold.
All of these things ran through my head, and with a gasp I put the pieces together. Edward didn't really love me at all. He was just waiting, seducing me into thinking I loved him, feeding me up until I was ripe and juicy… then one night, while I slept, he would sneak into my room and bite me, draining me of my blood. Fear washed through me as I remembered the dream I once had. I was right: Edward was evil, and the angel was good. She was weeping because I was going to die, and had tried to warn me. While I figured this out, there was the sound of the attic door creak open, sending a chill through my body. Then Edward's voice called out softly. "Bella, Love?" Terrified, I ducked under the desk in the study. All was silent for a few moments, my hands clasped together as I prayed in my mind that he would not find me. I tried not to breathe, for fear of him hearing me. There was no sound at all. Then, with a slow creak that echoed in my head, the study door opened, and Edward waltzed into the room. I could not help myself; I screamed.
Edward's face twisted into hurt. "Bella? What's wrong?" he asked me.
"Get away from me!" I screamed, pulling my sleeves over my hands and covering my throat.
"Bella?" Edward cried, his voice breaking with false sadness. "What did I do?"
"You lied to me! You don't love me at all! You just want to kill me!" I screamed. Edward froze, fear rising in his eyes. "I know what you are." I hissed. "And I know what your plans are. But I have protectors! The angels will save me from you!" Edward shut his eyes.
"Please, Bella. I know what you are thinking, and it is not true! I have no plans to kill you…"
"Of course you'd lie about that!" I yelled. "The angels told me, and there is only one thing that hates angels!" Edward's eyes widened with horror.
"No! There were weeping angels? Bella, we've got to get you out of here."
"Why should I trust you? I know how evil you are." I yelled, glaring at him.
"But I don't! I don't hurt humans! I hunt animals!" He protested.
I laughed. "Suuure. If you're as good as you say you are, you'll leave."
Edward's eyes widened. "No, Bella!"
"Yes." I pointed to the door. "Go away. Leave. Get off my property."
"Bella!" Edward cried. "Please! I promise you, I'm not evil! The angels, they are the ones who would kill you!"
My Jaw dropped. How could Edward lie like that? It was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. "Please, just listen to me!" he wailed. "The angels will not stop until they have killed you! I have to stop them, I have to kill them!"
This comment made it worse. I could not bear the thought of Edward, this evil creature, shattering the divine angels like in my dream. "OUT!" I screeched. "Get out! I hope I never see you again! Go away!"
"No." Edward moaned, dropping to his knees. "Bella, please, no!" I shook my head.
"It's too late. Go." Although he was strong, he seemed weak, and I was able to push him out of the room. I raced downstairs and flung open the door. "Goodbye, Edward."
"Bella!" he cried. "Please! I'm not like other vampires! I promise."
"How can I believe you?" I whispered, tears in my eyes. I was an Idiot to have loved him, yet I still felt my heart breaking. Edward stepped out the door, turning back sadly.
"Remember; If you ever, EVER want me back, just call my name." He took my hand in his.
I pulled away. "That will never happen." I hissed, slamming the door in his face.
"BELLA!" he screamed as I made my way up into my bedroom. As soon as I was, I slammed the door and lay on my bed, tears falling onto the pillow. I was so confused and angry; how could I be so foolish. Edward continued to call out my name, until his voice faded into the darkness.
It was the weekend, and I sat around the house, pondering what I was going to do. I sat at the kitchen table, still in my pyjamas, all day. It was a very long, uneventful day, and I decided to go outside and look at the angels. I went to change in my room, only to find in disgust that it was filled with gifts from the stalker-murderer. I pulled out a bag and filled it with the roses, clothes and other gifts. The mirror he gave me was fixed to the wardrobe, so I draped a sheet over it and threw the rest out the window before going downstairs. As soon as I did, I heard the sound of pouring rain, and the sky darkened.
"Oh, great." I muttered, flicking on the light. A few minutes later, that fizzled out.
"Not a power cut." Groaning, I got out of my chair and went to search for candles, knowing we had some in the basement. I hated the stuffy darkness of the basement, but it was better than darkness throughout the whole house.
I crept down the creaking, wooden stairs into the room. It was pitch black down there, and I fumbled until I found a box of candles and matches. I drew the match across the box and lit the candle. It cast eerie, moving shadows on the wall and I was about to turn around when the door slammed, leaving me frozen and terrified on the spot. A shadow, the shape of a human, wavered in the candlelight.
Edward! I thought, and my heart pounded. He had come to kill me, drain me of my blood!
Slowly I turned around.
The breath caught in my throat and my limbs were paralysed. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't move. All I could do was stare at the angel just a few feet from me. It was not weeping, but its hand was outstretched towards me as though it wanted something from me. Its face was solemn, its eyes staring blankly at me.
It's just my imagination. I told myself. Or it's just the light. I decided that must be it, and turned around to reach for the candle. When I turned back, I really did scream.
The angel had moved and was now only a foot away. It was screaming too, its face pulled back, its sharp teeth bared as though it was yelling. Its hands were raised as though they were about to grab me, and the nails had turned to claws. However it was frozen, and through my fear I felt hope. If I stared at it for long enough, it wouldn't move.
Then I did one insignificant thing.
I blinked.
Suddenly, the angel was only inches from my face. It was still screaming, but its hands had moved slightly. Others had appeared too, surrounding me while their silent screams echoed in my head.
Edward had been right. They were going to kill me. They were the evil ones, not him.
If you ever, EVER want me back, just call my name. His beautiful voice rang in my head, and I had an Idea.
"Edward." It came out as barely a whisper. I tried again. "Edward!" it still sounded too quiet.
Forcing myself to not blink, I found my voice. "EDWARD!" I screamed into the darkness. "HELP ME!"
All was silent for a few moments, and tears started to fill my eyes.
No one was coming.
