Title: To die
Rated: M
Pairings: Edward and Bella
Summary: Sequel from TO LIVE, 4 years ago he broke the rules and tried to play human, 4 years ago he left a burning city and a broken hearted behind, now he's back to fulfill his promise: "Ill be back for you love" VERY DARK EDWARD
WARNINGS: not read if you have a sensitive stomach, it contains; abuse, violence, blood, rape, etc etc…NOT YOUR LOVING TWILIGHT EDWARD! So don't read if you cant handle it!
Guys im veryy sorry lately the updates have been taking soooooooooooo long and they're always very short, but i barely have the time to run both stories at a time :(
Life has been really sucking right now…:S and between school and recent problems everything is being hectic and hard!
Im very thankful for your support and the energy you guys put into leaving me those beautiful replies they always lit up my face! :D Im very thankful to every and each one of you!
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"What's happening?" Bella asked when Edward finally took her outside. It was completely a deserted zone.
He didn't stare at her or answered back, his mind was somewhere else, and he was completely distracted.
She was missing something here.
Was he gonna set her free?
In one swift motion she was on his back, didn't reach to see anything, just trees running aimlessly beside her, no…
She was the one running
At a fast almost speed of light pace.
She shut her eyes because she was getting dizzy.
When will it be over? Where was he taking her? Why did it take too long? Where they that far away?
He stopped them near by a tree, halting his actions while she landed on her feet.
He stood frigid in his spot, not daring to move, and when she finally found a way to turn around and stay beside him she only saw few people in what it seemed to be a cemetery.
Yes that's where she was.
A cemetery.
She furrowed her eyebrows in question and lifted up to take a look at him; he slowly turned around to her with a frigid look and pulled the hood of her cloak on her head.
She was growing impatient and automatically worried, her gaze turned once again at the little gathering of 3 people and a priest.
Her breath caught in her throat when she finally found out they were her sisters and Nana, and that was a priest lecturing someone's death.
Their faces were hidden by black veils and Louis was in a chair with a look of deadness in her features, Jane was bigger than she remembered and Mary was pale white.
And when they started to walk away and she saw the look of tragedy in their faces she broke inside.
She gasped for breath and tried to make a run for it, but all too soon he was grabbing her by the waist and putting a hand to her mouth, she crawled onto the floor while he controlled her sobs.
She watched as they left in a black carriage and when there was no one around he let her go, as his arms left her she ran for her dead father's grave.
She threw herself onto the ground and cried her eyes out as he stood in a second by her, silently watching her break. He deepened his hands in his pocket and with a curious glance on his face he watched the love of his life break down in front of him.
And he was the one to blame for all of it.
"Why…? Whyyy?!" she cried, clenching her fist and taking the flowers near by it with a strong grip.
For awhile she cried, taking the time to think about what happened and to calm herself down, she sat on the grass and took her face in her hands.
She needed time to think, time to precede her father is dead, telling herself it was for better; because he was slowly aching in pain and misery, this way the pain was over. It stopped.
This way he found peace.
Peace she didn't seem to find anymore.
That same peace that was a long time ago gone.
Hours passed and she did not move an inch, the sobs and cries had died down but she stood firm on to the ground.
But the dark creature standing before her, decided it was time to head home.
"It's time," he called in a huskily whisper, she simply shook her head 'no', shutting her eyes in pain preventing the tears to fall.
"We need to leave," he said once again, clearer this time.
"Noo..." she kept shaking her head.
"It's passed 10, we need to leave now."
"I didn't say goodbye," her voice broke down.
He didn't find any words to soothe her down, so he stood quiet and rigid beside her. But he was adamant in his decision.
"We're leaving." He took her arm to pull her up and even if she resisted he was stronger than her by far.
"NOO!" she screeched, but before she could say anything else he scolded her up in his arms and took her away.
From her father.
From civilization.
From a way out.
From an escape.
He only made her land on her feet once they stepped inside his cold lonely tower, once she finally found her balance she pushed away from him strongly.
He wanted to hold her but she would only push his buttons, and he was preventing from being evil to her right now, she needed time.
His hand slowly reached for her but she pushed away not giving him a second look. He snarled trying to keep his anger in check but it was useless, he was already reaching her hand forcefully and dragging her unwillingly upstairs.
He pulled her inside his bedroom and closed the door behind them.
"Take a bath and go to sleep." He didn't dare to look at her while he ordered her this. Her eyes casted down to the floor while she took her cloak off.
She couldn't do anything about it, fighting was useless, crying was useless, praying seemed useless too.
She could only listen and obey.
No ace to play.
She pulled her dress down and stepped inside the bathroom making the water run down the bath tub, she got in and let the water fill as she stared off into space.
Every hope in her body was gone.
The bath tub was filled and the water started to fall down to the floor but she didn't care, she didn't turn the key around, she didn't find the strength.
That's what made Edward get inside and kneeled down to twist the key around, he stood there staring at her, trying to gain her attention but she wouldn't cede, she was lost in thought.
She felt so close of him but at the same time so distant. So lost.
He furrowed his eyebrows, he didn't like that.
One of his hands pulled her neck, massaging it a little while trying to get her to look at him.
He only turned her head to him but her eyes wouldn't meet his.
He sighed and took the wash cloth from his side to scrub her, gently he pulled it down to her arms, scrubbing her lightly, not missing any spot.
His eyes searched for hers but hers wouldn't reach his.
When he lowered the cloth down to her sensitive parts she flinched, and he scrubbed more softly and gently, but making sure he massaged a little to relish some pain.
She moaned, pleased of his hands working on her tights, massaging all her aching muscles, while the other hand worked down her shoulders, earning pleased grunts from her mouth.
He stared at her lips longingly, maybe it was not the moment but he had been craving for them all this time.
The hand that rested on her neck pulled her closer as he arched his back to pull himself closer to her; she let out a heavy breath while she stared at him with watering eyes. He stared deep inside of her holding her gaze hoping she would do the same.
Sadness fell horribly to him when he watched through her broken eyes, where all the emotions showed through and they were all cutting deep inside of him.
"Don't!" she snapped viciously but wasn't strong enough to stop him.
He simply pulled himself closer enough to press his lips against hers, the second his marble ice lips touched hers she pulled away almost jumping out of her skin at the sudden new found contact of his lips on hers.
It sent electricity still, after all this time.
Unbelievable.
But he pulled back in and pressed them gently but firmly back on hers again, pulling her by the back of her neck closer so she wouldn't pull away from him, he moved her lips against his and slipping his tongue inside to take hers in a battle.
She felt about to crash down, she was not in the mood for any of this. She wanted him away from her! She hated him! It was his entire fault!
"Get away from me," she snapped coldly against his lips, he gave her a final kiss to stare back at her glaring eyes.
He bit his lower lip when he felt all the hate she was feeling right now.
Maybe what he was about to do was for the better, before he found her hanged by the neck one morning.
"Back in my days we gave 12 days of mourning, I think it will be enough for you, and then we'll pick up where we left of…"
A reckless sob parted her mouth.
He was unbelievable!
Was it so hard for him to act human?
Or have the slightest bit of compassion within him?
"I'm giving you a break Bella, don't be so ungrateful!" he spat coldly; she stared at him like he had grown a third head.
"You're the most despicable creature I've ever met!"
"That's right…-" she cut him off.
"All of this is YOUR fault! And you can't bring yourself to even act the slightest bit human!" she cried.
"I'm not here to discuss if you like it or not," once again she beat him to it.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled every word louder.
"Bella…"
"My father is dead!"
"He never cared for you!" he spat tired of having to play this role, it was the truth! He only did whatever he pleased with her, used her and she didn't even try to say otherwise.
Wasn't he doing the same?
She stared at Edward with an incredulous look.
"Do you?" she snapped. He sighed and ran a hand through his thick bronze locks of hair.
"I'm not having this conversation with you," he got up while saying this. "You just need to know I'll be giving you your time, your space…but…-" he sighed when she buried her head between her legs, wrapping her legs close to her chest.
"It doesn't change anything."
"Of course it doesn't!" she snapped letting him know, this 'merciful' act of him right now to give her time didn't change the fact she hated his guts and didn't want to know anything about him.
It didn't change the fact she wished to kill him with her bare hands.
Yes, they had come to this.
If she felt grateful for the time he gave her not to harass her? Yes.
But why should she beg or feel even grateful for have peace in her life, even if it was for a few days?
Once he stepped inside the bedroom he stopped, sighing loudly, and hands on hips he turned around.
"Starting tomorrow you'll work downstairs with the rest of the maids, don't worry…I won't have you doing any hard work…just…I-"
"Leave," she begged.
He was only trying to get her distracted, maybe being downstairs and explore the big tower would make her clear her mind a bit, he was even giving her freedom!
His attitude was getting the best of him, but before he could scold her, he stormed out of the bedroom and launched himself onto the bed, he needed time to think.
Leaving her was not a solution, freeing her was not an option and saying he was 'sorry' was sure as hell not going to happen.
His eyes found the new blue dress and undergarments that were set for her on his command.
He walked to the bathroom once again and told her:
"Your clothes are here," he pointed to the room to let her know to come and get them. She froze and turned to him.
"You said…-" he cut her off.
"I said I'll give you a break, and I will keep my promise!" he said firmly, his tone of voice adamant and strong. "I just want to watch," he said to her, a grin threatening to come out.
She had enough, she wouldn't turn red or blush, or even fluster at his words or what he did anymore, she was strong enough, and she was numb enough to be aggressive herself.
She got up firmly pulling out of the shower and walking towards him, where he was standing beside the door, he lift his face up to see her glare at him while she stalked her way to him, just when he thought she was going to slap him or do something to him, she stood in front of him and roughly turned around walking back inside the room, not giving him the satisfaction of watching her flush.
She walked firmly to the bedroom and took the thrown clothes on the bed, putting them on, she was thankful he was nice enough to leave her with an undergarment.
He crossed his arms against his chest while watching her with wonder over his eyes.
Was everything lost?
He was selfish he knew this, he wanted her all to himself, and he once planned to do that, but with this new event, things changed.
Did they?
He still didn't want anyone near her, he thought by watching her break under him and give in to his command would be enough to satisfy him, but now his attitude was getting to him, now he didn't like a numb body, a dead body, a frigid girl under him.
He wanted to hear her thoughts, he wanted to see her blush, and he wanted to see her smile.
What? Where did that come from?
He frowned at his own thoughts while she turned harshly towards him with clothes on.
"Are you done?" it was more of a sentence than a question. His intense eyes never left hers till she stalked on top of the bed giving him a perfect view of her back.
He growled, maybe this time away from her would let his mind wonder of what he really wanted.
Maybe this time without her being a sex slave would be enough for her to see he wasn't a monster.
Even if he was.
But then there was something else to reconsider, he promised her she'll work down stairs from now own, and that meant free will for her to do what she wanted, that meant talking with other servants, that meant a new opportunity for escape…he couldn't just break that promise.
Why couldn't he? What was there to stop him?
Of course he could! Maybe he just didn't want to.
He gave her time only for her benefit, or was it only because he felt guilty? Maybe?
Nonsense!
He knew one thing for sure; it would be a long two weeks.
