-Chapter Four-

An Evil Unleashed

All things Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer But I do claim my storyline and plot.

--To truly understand Renee's decisions later on, you need to first understand another character. (Parts of this were definitely hard for me to write since I had to go to some dark corners of my mind to retrieve these things.) I hope you like it and that it doesn't get confusing or too freaky.

GPOVgirl's point of view

Previously:

CPOV

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I've never been so starved for anything like this before. I need more! I need this! I need her! I can't get enough! I can't hold back any longer. No, I have to. We hardly know each other. I can't let it happen like this. But I'm in Heaven and she is my angel. No, I'm losing control!

Current Position: Unknown

A wet darkness permeated the air. Mist engulfed the shrouded figure as it quietly and stealthily made its way along the tree line. Evil dripped and pooled into disgusting murderous thoughts. A sea of red clouded his vision.

I don't deserve this twisted piece of fate. I did nothing wrong. How can I live like this when this 'thing' isn't much of a life at all? What am I to do? Hate! I hate myself! I hate what I've become. I despise my maker. I despise the world. I was a good person at one time. No more. No more goodness. No more happiness. I will make them all like her, exactly like her! Pain! Demonic pain! Death! There will be much of it!

The dark figure continued his journey through the forest in a red, hate filled haze. He created another wall of ice around his already frozen heart, knowing exactly what he wanted. People would be made to feel the same horror he dealt with every minute of every day of his lost life.

----------------------Early that same morning--------------------

The girl jogged carelessly down the quiet deserted dirt path. The dawn sky was starting to turn pink and orange. Signs that meant it was going to be a beautiful day. Breathing deeply of the fresh clean air, she made her way around the small bend in the worn path. It was spring, her favorite time of year. Everything was turning green, the flowers coming back out to visit and the weather was perfect for jogging in. Not too cold but not too hot yet. Excitement filled her and she became happier as her thoughts turned to the night ahead of her twenty-first birthday.

Later that Evening

-Sparks Bar and Grille-

People went in and out of the bar without even realizing he was there. He blended into the dark trees that hugged the buildings walls. Blazing red fire lit his eyes as he watched his target through the large bay window. His evil eyes followed her as she joined her circle of friends at the large overstuffed booth. Drinks were being passed around.

The girl looked especially beautiful tonight. Her straight, white blond hair was pulled up into a twist. Large stray ringlets framed her face like an angel. Her eyes sparkled a magnificent jade green. Lips were full and luscious, shinny with gloss. A smile turned the corners of her heart shaped mouth upward with inviting intensity. The tight red blouse she wore fit her curves, outlining her breasts and plunged in the front to show a deep line of cleavage. She wore no bra, as her back was left bare to the world around her. She had skin smooth as silk. He watched her perky breasts swaying to and fro as she moved gently, airily. The black slacks she wore framed her firm derriere like the round moon is the black velvet starry sky. He wanted to touch her, feel her, taste her. As he thought back to all the times of following her, morning ritual of jogging, his mouth watered at the memory of her smell. He grew harder knowing what he planned for her night's end. A perfectly dark plan to match his pitch black soul, he sneered.

She arrived at her party to see that her friends were already at the booth. The alcohol was just beginning to make its way around the large table. It was just like them to start without her. Well, they could just wait a few more minutes for her then. She made her way over to the bar.

The girl knew she was overdressed. But it was her 'coming of age' party, so she dressed to kill. She wore the red blouse that she bought while shopping this afternoon. It dipped low in the front to show her cleavage and wrapped around the sides to tie in the back, leaving her skin open to any wandering eye. Obviously she wore no bra and she loved that her breasts were free to catch many a men's attention. It was a thrill she liked to indulge in occasionally.

Tonight she chose to wear her exceptionally skin-tight black slacks. Well, at least in the waist and butt areas. She worked hard to get her body sculpted to perfection, so why not show it off.

She waived to her friends and signaled that she would be just a moment. Knowing the new bartender here to be unbelievable hot, she strutted her 'sexy walk' and then called to him.

"Can I please get a Jack Daniels and a martini dry?" The Jack Daniels to let him know she could hold her own but the martini to say that she was still 'all woman.'

The bartender looked her up and down with hungry eyes, a smile highlighting his face. "Anything you want love." He gave her a last once over before he turned back to his work. Smiling to herself, she knew she had him hooked.

As he returned to her, she bent over her purse to retrieve her wallet. Looking up through her lashes to look at the man, his expression said it all. She was pleased to know that while she was busy he was staring down her shirt to peek at her boobs and their soft pink nipples that were looking up at him.

"Later, after my party," she asked him.

"Oh yeah. I'd love to celebrate with you. And the drinks are on the house," he replied, dimples showing in his cheeks as he smiled.

"Hmm," she smiled and he winked as she walked away with her drinks satisfied.

The night passed quickly as he waited for his prey. He had followed the girl after she had left with the bartender just before closing time. A cabin in the woods, close enough to town but far enough away as to not draw any attention.

He waited patiently as the girl took care of her business with the man. Their sounds of ecstasy reverberated through the trees outside, making him hunger for his turn.

As the girl left in her small car, he followed her on foot. "How much easier is this going to get," he asked himself. He swiftly jumped in front of the car causing her to slam on the brakes. Quickly hiding behind it then as the door swung open and she jumped out panicked. She ran around the front frantically searching for the body she thought might be there.

"What in the world," she whispered to herself. He flashed behind her, bent down close to her ear and breathed, "Did you find me?"

She squeaked and jumped forward a step. "Was that you? What happened, where did you go, are you OK?" She wore a very confused and worried expression on her face.

He was quiet as she saw his face for the first time. Her eyes widened at the beauty she saw there. His eyes were shadowed, but in the beams of the cars headlights, she could tell that he was stunning. His skin was snow white as it stretched along his square jaw line. His nose was sharp but somehow soft around the edges. His cheekbones were high but not too protruding and he had a strong brow. But what kept her attention the most were his perfectly full, smooth, soft looking lips. She had a sudden urge to kiss him then and there.

Moving in closer, she raised a hand as if to touch him. "Are you alright," she whispered.

"I…I don't know. Will you check me out just to make sure," he said in a voice like molten lava. He clearly wasn't going to have any problems luring her to him.

She moved in close enough to smell his sweet breath. Closing her eyes she moaned softly to herself. What she didn't know was that he heard it. He heard everything.

He reached out and touched her upper arms, brushing his fingers across them lightly. She tilted her head up, keeping her eyes closed.

At that moment he knew she was caught in his web like a helpless little fly. He pulled her to him and buried his face in her neck. He began to nuzzle and spread kisses along her jaw while caressing the soft skin at her waist. She was putty in his hands.

He lifted and carried her into the trees easily. She opened her eyes then and squealed, realizing they were in the tree tops high above the ground.

"Have you ever made love in a tree," he asked her. Again, that deep liquid voice of his. She was speechless.

He began untying the delicate bow at her back with deft fingers and slipped the blouse off of her shoulders. Beams of soft yellow moonlight pierced through the trees to caress her milky white skin. She was everything he knew she would be.

Her head was swimming and she became dizzy. It was like being put in the middle of the ocean in utter darkness. But she recognized pleasure. Unbelievable pleasure, more than she could ever know in a lifetime just rolling through her body. Wave after wave, it came tumbling down in such a strong force. Tossing back and forth she screamed and moaned for more. There was no end in sight. She needed to climax, it just had to end. There would be nothing left of her if she didn't.

He touched her secret places but only for small moments of time. All he had to do was make contact with those areas and his mind could control the things she felt through his fingertips. He was given an amazing gift and he used it to his dark advantage. This girl was only another means to an end.

A loud fierce scream rent through the empty forest as sharp teeth sunk into her flesh, ripping her out of ecstasy and plunging her into unbelievable pain. She didn't know what to do at this point. She didn't even have the strength to remember where she was or to know what she was doing. Her body wouldn't obey her minds order to get up and move. She was like a rag doll: At the mercy of her master.

Beautiful, naked, panicked, defenseless, weak women always excited him. They reminded him of his maker, the lovely Celesta Diviot.

Sixty-four years ago she waltzed into his life. A glamorous, shining strumpet of a thing, just mouthwatering. He fell victim to her charms along with many of his friends. After a period of time they started disappearing. One by one they were gone without so much as a bread crumb to follow.

Celesta began showing more interest in him then. She gave her charms freely and more frequently. She made him believe that she was falling in love with him, as he already had with her. Then on the night of his twenty-first birthday as they were consecrating their new found love, she bit him on the shoulder.

After three days of writhing in painful agony, she told him what he had become and why. Celesta had said that he was strong and astute. He also had a wonderful sense of compassion and could help others feel of what ever they were in need of. She was so sure he'd make a promising young vampire. He would be her 'right hand.' Please and serve her as she willed. He asked her if she loved him. He knew without a doubt that he would give her anything she so desired if only she would return his love. "No," she replied. "But I have grown fond of you my dear, and in our joining together with this one purpose, we will be unstoppable." He remembered her words as nothing more than an empty promise. Celesta took his life from him and couldn't even return the only thing he ever wanted. To be loved as he loved her.

In the instant she gave her answer to him, his dead, frozen heart broke into pieces. Thorns of hate and revenge replaced the love he once felt for her. Later that same night he lulled her into a false cocoon of safety and killed her, burning her at the stake. He tied Celesta to the pyre with a thick chain of steal ensuring her compliance. Lighting the wood on fire, he watched her go up in flames without flinching once. The red flames engulfed her and licked at her hardbody as she went up in purple smoke and disintegrated into smoldering ash.

Since that night and the birth of his hateful vengeance, he has roamed the earth to dispel it of any woman resembling Celesta in any way or form.

His teeth were in her flesh and the blood oozing out was like sweet heaven to his taste. He took her while she was warm and limp. Still pliable in his arms, almost dead but still breathing. He sucked and pumped his hips at the same time. Sucked and pumped over and over until he slaked both his needs.

GPOV

I can't move. All the air is slipping from my lungs. I...can't...breathe. I'm so cold. Pain. I feel it and I'm being jerked up and down. But it won't stop. I'm so tired. So very tired. And then the life-force left her limp, frozen body forever.