Thank you Ham!
Everytime I close my eyes
It's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side
Dark Paradise
"Your last victim..." I trail off, sifting through my file. That's what took the police so long to find him, what he spent the last year doing.
"Rosalie Hale. Beautiful, curves for days, but a mouth that ruined the package." His lips curls, a disgusted look marring his beautiful features.
"She didn't fit your profile." I grab Rosalie's photo, her long blonde hair and big blue eyes are nothing like the other women. She's a mystery.
"Do you remember our trip to Florida? When you introduced me to your mother?" His head tilts to the side, eyes scanning the picture in my hands.
"You took your time with her, why?" I flip it over, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her.
"I don't need a picture, Isabella. I can remember every detail of her, quite well." His fingers drum against the steel, and with a long sigh he continues. "She was a horrible woman to your mother. Renee lost her job because of Rosalie. She was so full of herself, so sure she was invincible. I thought it only right that I dispose of her."
I shiver at the word dispose. He makes it sound so simple, so easily remedied.
"She was a fighter, much like you. Smart mouthed and sassy. She actually thought what I was doing was kinky. Women can be so confusing, you know? One minute they want it all, then when I don't want their filth touching me they get sensitive." His disgust is written all over his face, the way his eyes twitch, and the sneer on his curling lips.
"Did you..." I can't finish my question, the taste of bile replacing my words. I remind myself there were more than twenty women, twenty women that he played with, and tortured.
"I've never forced any woman, Isabella. You have the reports." He's slips purse, showing his annoyance at me. As if I offended him with my question.
"Did you... Did you enjoy it?" I grit my teeth, angry at myself and at him.
"Look at you, interested in what I do for a living. You really do make a fantastic wife." He smiles at me with pride, making my heart beat faster.
"Edward," I sigh, wishing he would stop.
"Is that jealousy? There's no need to be jealous of dead women. It's always just been you, Bella." My eyes snap to his, amused green meeting enraged brown.
"She was found without any hair left." I shudder, remembering the call on the scanners. She was bound, just like the others, but not a single strand of hair was left anywhere on her body.
"Everyone knows a good serial killer keeps a memento." He glances at my hair, offering me a crooked grin.
"Did you ever regret what you did?" I know he doesn't, but I want to hear him say the words.
"About killing women, or hurting you?"
"The women." I try to distance myself from us, try to tell myself that I want an answer for both. The longer I sit here, the more I realize I only want one answer.
"Does it matter?" He knows it does.
"No." Yes.
"Would you let me hold you? It's been such a long time, and you look exhausted."
"Stay away from me, asshole." I spit at him.
"So much like Rosalie." His shoulders shake with silent laughter as he watches my eyes go wide.
"Don't you dare compare me to her." I hiss.
"Why not? Remember how you used to claw my back when I'd pound your pussy? That little bitch clawed my arms to hell before I snapped her neck. It was a waste of beautiful girl." His head shakes, and I know he wants to run his hands through his hair. It's falling over his eyes, hiding his sexiest feature.
He loves his hair short.
"Leave it long enough for her to pull." He once told a barber after we first met. He used to do little things like that for me. Like shaving so it didn't burn my cheeks when he kissed me, or distract me when he was between my legs.
I could always tell when he was upset though. His fingers would make a beeline for his hair. Raking and pulling through it, like it would solve all his problems.
I may not know everything about him, the real him anyway, but I do know his habits.
"Do you see how considerate I was with you? I let you sink your teeth into me, mark me, slap me. I let you do all those things and never once did I lay a hand on you."
"What goes on in there?" I point to his head, trying to understand him.
"I'd like to think you know me. I mean we did spend years together." He gives me a pout, his bottom lip sticking out, making me shiver.
"I don't know you at all." I shake my head, which is already feeling fuzzy.
"Can we talk for a minute, baby. Just you and I, like old times?" He leans forward, placing his chin on his hands. That sweet smile he flashes is just like the first time we met, and for a moment I feel myself giving into him.
"We are talking, Edward." I straighten, blinking myself out of his spell.
"No. I'm trying to make you open up, to accept that your feelings for me are still there, and you're all deny deny deny. It's frustrating really." Shrugging he pulls out another cigarette. I watch the puff of smoke billow from his mouth, and fight the urge to kiss him.
I always hated his smoking, making him go on the deck when he lit up. The taste of tobacco on his tongue when I kissed him drove me crazy.
Everything about him drove me crazy.
"Your doctors said you're obsessed." I change the subject, catching his eyes on me, something shining in them I can't decipher.
"Doctors say a lot of things. For example, the doctors testing the evidence, they can't pin a single thing to me. It's all circumstantial. I could have bail, all because of those doctors you spoke to." He blows a ring of smoke in the air, as if he doesn't have a care in the world.
"They'd never grant you that." My throat tightens and my hands shake as I think about him being released. "And I'm recording this, it's all they'll need."
He smiles his infamous crooked smile at me, as he rubs his chin. "Oh sweetheart. You would never hand that over. You're recording this for you."
"You're wrong."
"Am I? I wonder, will you touch yourself when you listen to this? I remember what you look like, spread across our bed, open, waiting. Do you remember our honeymoon when you let me watch you get yourself off?" I watch as his teeth rake across his lips, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"It's okay to think about me. I still think about you. When I wrap my hand around my cock. You felt like silk around me, so warm, tight, and wet. Let me touch you." I let my eyes close as his voice washes over me. I have to remind myself what he's done, that he'd kill me if I got too close. "It's tempting isn't it? And you haven't let another man touch you since me either." His cocky grin makes my fingers twitch.
"How could you possibly know that?" Ever since he left, I drowned in work, letting it consume me. When I felt lonely, or I thought about him, about what he would do to me, I bought a friend.
The battery operated won't disappoint you, or leave you. They're the perfect companion.
"Because I'd kill them, and you know it." It's a promise, I know he'd kill anyone that touched me. It sends a thrill through me knowing it too.
"I'm not some prize, Edward. I'm not your trophy. You don't own me." I sneer.
"Oh but you are. You're mine, and the minute you let another mans hands on you," he pauses, anger clouding his green eyes. "I'll remind you who you belong to, and I'll make you watch me kill him." He's calm as he watches me, but I can feel the challenge behind his words. He thinks I'd test him, and I would.
"Why'd you pick me?" I ask, looking at the clock. I've been in here with him over four hours and even if a part of me doesn't want to leave, I know I need to.
"You were the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on." He relaxes in his seat, his green eyes looking at me with so much love, the same love I saw on our wedding day. I know what's really there, the hate lurking just behind them, waiting to stomp on me all over again.
"And I was the naive teenager that loved you for it." I shake my head at myself.
"Love. You pretend, and you may fool your father, but you love me." I do.
I take one final look at the clock, suddenly needing air, and the unmistakable sound of Edward's chair scraping the floor startles me.
"Don't worry, we'll see each other again." He looks me over, and I know he has more to say. I'm thankful he doesn't, I don't think I could take anymore.
Just let me go Edward. I try to say with my eyes, even though I know I might crumble if he does.
"I doubt that, Edward." I say instead, and gather my papers, catching his fingers moving close to mine on the table. "Don't." I don't even bother looking up at him again, knowing I'll cry if I do.
He's not worth it, even if I want him to be.
"I do still love you." I stop breathing, his word like a punch to my gut.
"You're a sociopath. A psychopath with no redeeming qualities. You don't feel anything. You can't love me, you never did." I put no emotion behind my words, even though my heart is thumping wildly in my chest.
"I've always been impressed with the things you do with your mouth, Isabella, but lying isn't one of them." With that I knock on the door, giving Edward one last look, remembering everything about him.
I only hope I can let him go this time.
So yeah, this was supposed to be a tiny chapter, no more than 600 words. It's a monster, just like Edward, who refused to shut up.
Anyway... there are 3 chapters left. I plan to post another tonight since it's already written. Just gotta look it over. Would you rather wait till tomorrow, or get another post tonight? I know this is heavy, so I'm going by you guys.
Also some of you are pervy and LOVE Edward. To you guys I just gotta say FUCK YES! He's a dark bastard, but I love him!
Thanks guys, your love is awesome!
XOXO darknnerdy