The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 7
Pen Name: AngelycDevil
Pairing/Character(s): Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 496
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This was beta'd by Lellabeth, who is simply bloody fantastic. *cuddles*
Hoodie up, I see him walking into the woods alone. Foolish boy, doesn't he know that the woods are where the monsters crawl?
Curiosity pricks my mind and I follow him quietly.
He stops often, as if he can sense me, but I'm never there when he turns around. He slips his hand into his pocket, curling his fingers around his phone as a precaution as if that can stop me.
As if he can outrun me.
As if he can fight me off.
I occasionally slip and step on a few branches. I can't read his mind, but I can read his body. I can hear his heart rate thunder whenever I'm near. But he thinks I'm an animal, a small one, or he would've run by now.
A part of me wants him to run...so I can chase his scent, fall behind and let him think he's safe before pouncing again. Of course, I have no intention of letting him go. I'm enjoying myself a bit too much.
He leads me to a meadow, an abandoned cottage that I built a few decades ago. Oh, the irony…
He slips in and I note that the door creaks. I'll have to fix that later.
I linger for a few minutes as he gets himself comfortable. I crinkle my nose when the stench of marijuana taints the air around me before I smirk. Edward Masen, Dr. Masen's pride and joy, is smoking pot.
This is going to be so much fun.
I wait for a few more minutes before swinging the door wide open. It smashes against the wall and swings back. Edward jumps at the noise before he sees me.
Fear consumes his eyes first before his entire body and I drink it in. I almost laugh when he swallows his fear.
"Dr. Cullen?"
I tilt my head to the side, letting my amusement show in the lift of my lips. "Edward."
"You scared me." He tries to control his pounding heart. "Were you following me or something?"
"Of course not, Edward." Not at the beginning.
He laughs nervously. "So what? You just wander the woods by yourself?"
"Yes."
Shock. "Oh." Escape. "Well, I...I better get going. Dad will be home soon." Hope. "I'll see you soon, Dr. Cullen."
He stands and gingerly walks toward me, toward the door. I let him pass. I change my mind and grip his arm.
Fear. "Dr. Cullen…"
I grip tighter.
Alarm. "Dr. Cullen!"
A little more.
Pain. "You're hurting me!"
I feel the skin break beneath my fingers. I pull him closer and inhale. Venom floods my mouth. I push his sleeve up, ignoring his panic. Blood trickles down his arm. I catch it before it falls. I lick the blood clean. I take my time. I fucking savor it. I drink. I devour until I'm sated.
When I stare into his dead green eyes, I let myself feel pity. It makes me feel human.
Such a waste.
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