This is before Edward created the guard... but before the end of chapter 1.
Outtake- the truth….
"Higher, Daddy! Higher!" The swing flew into the air as the little girl swung her feet.
Her arms wrapped the icy ropes, slightly, her black gloved hands stuck out like wings.
Squeals rang out as the swing soared into the air like a robin. Suddenly, the girl leapt from the swing, her arms opened wide as she swooped across the cloudy sky. Grasping a leave-less tree, the girl grinned down at her father.
Rolling his eyes, the father grinned back. A tinkling bell like laugh drew his attention away as he turned to stare at his snow covered angel, snowflakes sprinkled in her hair as her brown eyes twinkled. Giggling, she lifted a snow ball into the air, pelting it off the little boy that hid behind a tree. Sliding down the tree, the little girl ran to her brother's rescue.
"No, you don't!" Her father scooped up a snow ball, his hand flicking in the air as the white snow hit of her stylish black coat.
Running in front of his black cloaked angel, he flung the snow balls off the children. Laughter echoed around the empty park as they played in the snow. White snow landing on their black coats as they ran around the park.
Glancing at his wife, the man grinned as he spun her around. Rubbing his nose, she stroked his cheek. A beeping noise cut off the laughter.
Steading herself to the feet, her gloved fingers wriggled into her shaking pocket, the dark angel pulled out a little pink phone. Staring into the phone, she frowned.
"Oh, I forgot about dinner! Simon got some in supply! Oh…." Shutting the phone, she turned to face her children and husband. "I'll have to go and get."
"Mommy…" The tiny girl tilted her head. "You promised." Sighing, her mother bent down, her hand cupped her daughter's cheek. A sad smile on her face.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but you need feed. Daddy and I have had some before. I promise that as soon as we have dinner, you can play with me." Turning to face her husband, she kissed him on the cheek.
"But…" Kissing him again, she murmured to him.
"Take them home for me will you? Just while I get dinner." Smiling lovingly at her, hurt in his eyes, he nodded. Kissing the bouncing children on the forehead, she turned to leave. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled as she slandered out of the park. Her boot prints lay in the cold, chilling, thick snow.
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Shutting the door behind him, the devil glared at the back of the laughing children. They giggled between themselves as they ran up the white corridor, their little feet pattering as they ran to their room.
"I'm going to beat you Jessie!" A squeaky, high pitch voice squealed as door slammed shut.
Shaking his coat off, he removed his green contacts and ripped off his gloves. Shoving them in the closet, he stormed up to his office.
The lock yelled loudly as it clicked shut.
The devil grumbled beneath his breath as he stormed up to the desk.
Papers scattered the white, smooth wooden surface and the withering quill that sat in the splendid ink pot, on the corner of the desk.
Creaking the draw open, a worn, old journal sat by itself.
The words; possession of Edward Cullen were engraved elegantly on the front.
His hand paused before he pulled it out. His eyes warmed as he traced the cover. The book contained all his secrets, knew all about his pasted. It was his thoughts, which he had to keep hidden.
Picking up the quill, he paused before the ink began to disperse over the page.
Day…. I don't care
What do I do?
I am torn in half literally. All they do is grind against my skin with their little giggles, their beaming smiles as they manipulate their mother.
Their sweet mother… they corrupt her…. They draw her away from me as long as they are in the picture.
Today, this morning she had made me a promise and again like always the brats intruded and instead of spending time with me, she will be running around with them…
Another man's children….
Even though I had tried to eliminate that dreadful man from her life completely….
I still had left her a memory in them… though her mind could no longer connect with him… he knew she would always remember him through them even if she never found out…
Even if she never remembered his name or face….
He still lived inside them brats and secretly he was trying to take his revenge….
Not if he could help it…
No….
The door shook as a little fist knocked against it. Snarling under his breath, he stormed to the door.
A forced smile came onto his face as he stared into the red eyes of the children.
"What do you want sweeties?"
"Daddy. We were wondering when mommy was coming home, Lily and me are hungry!"
"Well, mommy shouldn't be long. Now daddy is trying to do important work so how about you go and play in your room?" Nodding, the children hurried off again, their hair shaking as they squealed.
Children…
Returning to his desk, he continued to write.
I will not let them succeed in destroying her. I will keep her alive. I have many plans for them…. Many. I can imagine the treacherous things I could torture them with… beat him out of them with… if it would have ever worked. I can imagine it all…
Plan 1: Plain and simple elimination…
The wind howls as I gracefully approach them, my smile soft as I bend to their heart; luring them in a gaining their trust.
After a little while of playing with them and pretending to be a good father, I claim dinner is in the basement for them….
They giggle and laugh at each other as they skip down the gleaming corridor and into their grave. They will never know that they are plunging to their death. Trembling, their little hands grasp one another as I loom over their little figures.
My shadows casting over their terrified faces.
They will scramble as I puncture a needle in a little arm.
They fall limply to the ground as I light a lighter.
Tearing them apart, I chuck the burning flame onto the pieces.
Crackling, the flames reflect off my eyes as I watch with joy.
A hideous scream dances in the air as Isabella runs to the flames demanding to know what I did to them. My thumb forces her to look me in the eye as the spell takes over her brain. She murmurs the words over and over again as the children vanish from her memory once and for all. Victory is mine!
But the problem is part of me would also be devastated because part of me does actually feel for them… part of me feels like I am their father…. The human side of me … the less dark side of me… the unchanged that he never reached feels for them.
So I have another plan to tame the possessive side.
Plan 2: Gene change….
I have had this thoughts in my mind for a while. Imagine if I get rid of any part of him. If I replace my DNA with his. If I make them my children. It would be perfect for me. I would love them with both sides of me and I would no longer have to pretend.
I would start it off exactly the same… I would lure them down into the basement.
They pleas with me would fall onto deaf ears as I start the ritual that I have become so use to…. They will scream and plea as I will create the mixture. Kiluaras would kill the DNA of him, destroy that side of their little souls
After I mix my DNA with the Kalbus and Sicluic to create Lubus, I will create a new side of them.
They will lose anything that represents him whether it is their looks (which is unlikely because they are identical to their mother) but their personalities would change, they would become more like their mother and me…. They would be perfect…. They would be my perfect little dolls… they would be my perfect little family.
But if that does not work… I pray it does I have another plan in my head.
Plan 3: New creation.
Plain and simple. Kill the real children and create clones that have been perfected by me so they no longer have anything to do with him and Isabella would never know they had died. She would think they were her same children that she had seen the morning before….
I like the sound of that. It is a win, win situation.
Isabella gets to keep her children and I get to eliminate that beast from the completely.
The beast…. That man has tortured my life. Even though he is dead. I fear one day she will remember and I fear she will retaliate in a bad way. I do not want to do it to her…
I hate it when I have to hypnotize her and affect her because sometimes I am burning lovely memories….
May be if I put these plans into action, I will bring more personal ones inside her head. I will create the joy and images of the family I dream to have; what my father dreamed to have. Sometimes I do regret killing him… sometimes I don't. But that does not matter…. Not anymore…..
If I want to set the plan into action I need to get working. Isabella is on her way home now.
I will write later.
Yours truly.
Edward Cullen.
Rising, Edward shut the book and laid it in the draw. Walking out the room, his footsteps echoed as he made his way to their room. Laughter of bells filled the empty corridor as he knocked on the door. Peering around, he stared into the room.
Like every other room in the house, it was white, the walls coated in a nice glossy shine.
Ripped teddy bears lined the top of two dresser draws as shelves full of bed time stories sat on top, the pages torn and split because of the little fingers that had grasped them with excitement. Creepy, possessed eyes of porcelain dolls between them, holding up the books with their pale skin. Two beds sat at the ends of the room, both exactly the same like a mirror.
Sitting at a tiny table holding a tiny cup, the two children sipped away at the thin air. They stared expectantly.
"Hey… Daddy is finished work. So how about Daddy comes and plays tea party with his favourite children." Jess moved along, leaving a gap for his father. Sitting in between them, he smiled.
"Tea daddy?" With bunches in her hair, his daughter held a china tea pot in the air.
"Yes please." The 'tea' filled cup was handed to him on a saucer. Smiling, Edward brought it up to his lips as the child muttered on.
"Do you want a cake…. Daddy… you forgot your manners…" Confusion came across his eyes, the cup grazing his lips. Forgot his manners? What was she talking about?
"Silly, Daddy" Jess shook his head, his eyes rolling as he sighed. "You have to wait until all the food has been dished out before you sit and have a drink. It is very rude….Mommy says so!" Smugly, the brown haired boy stared up at his father. The devil narrowed his eyes. Tilting his little head the boy responded with one of his own little glares.
"Did she now?"
"Yes and Daddy… mommy says your two hundred years old and in your day you were taught to have good manners not bad ones…" The child totted like a parent scolding his child. His father flashed before his eyes… his voice echoing off his head. His aging forehead appeared as he loomed down on his son.
"What have I said about manners, Edward?!" The seven year old trembled as he stared at the jerking women, his father clothes bloody and wet. Tears wielded in his eyes slightly. "Edward!"
"It is impolite to barge in…"
"Yes... Do you know how many strikes that has been this week?" Quickly the bronze hair boy did the mathematics in his head.
No! No! No! No! Scrambling backwards, his back bumped against the wall.
"Yes, Edward. Now be a good boy and come here!" His hands grasped his sons little arms as he tugged him along. Struggling, the child pried at his fingers, horror running through his bones.
No. No. He couldn't do this!
The sight of the rackety door came into sight, the huge bolts sticking from the concrete ground.
"Please papa. I'm sorry! I'll never do it again!" His father yanked the door open, the blackness peered in the boy's sight.
"You're right!" His hand swung forward as he pushed the boy into the pit. The locks clicked above him, the blackness surrounding him as he curled up into a little ball, cowering away from invisible crackling fingers as they tried to reach for him. "Papa….Papa….Papa…." His soft voice whispered through the dark wind.
Stirring, he heard the sound of locks being unlocked. Gleaming, glorious rays of light burst through the darkness, cupping a hand over his eyes, he saw a silhouette. His stomach rumbled slightly. A hand appeared. Grasping it, he allowed it to pull him out. Without hesitation, he flung his arms around his father, his dirty fingers rubbing against his clean neck. Sobbing, a tear fell onto his neck. His father soothed his son as he rose to his feet.
"Hush, I know. Hush, Edward. Come on. It's time for part two." Before Edward could register what was happening, his skinny, lean form was chucked onto a chair. Iron cuffs were clamped around his arms and legs. A long metal bar glowed in the light. The rustling of his father's clothes sent shivers shooting up his spine. Terror ran through his bones. Lifting it into the air, the whip was brought down on him, slashing across his face. Pain shot through the small boy's body as he began to sob. The more he sobbed the harder the whipping became. Blood seeped through his wounds, the smell drifting up his nose. Bile rose up his throat. The rusty smell… the horrid taste…. The black ness.
Snapping back into reality, the devil smiled at the children.
"Well, I am sorry…. Now I think I just heard mommy. How about we go and get dinner huh?" Like two bulls stampeding the children ran out the room. Rising to his feet, the devil followed behind them, a soft hum playing on his lips.
Shutting the door, he followed after them.
Childish giggles were cut off as terrified screams echoed off the walls of the house, silenced by the slamming of a metal door. In their little room, all by themselves, red glowing eyes shone against the white, chilly skin, a porcelain doll family sat.
A pile of bronze hair doll wrapped a possessive arm around his angel, her brown curls resting against his chest. Staring at the door, the doll's red eyes gleamed.
They were a perfect little family.
I will let you decide what happens to the children after that, it is either plan two or three.
This was inspired by a guest review, frosted glaze and oniguts. Thank you for giving me the idea.
Please review and tell me what you think as well as leaving your ideas whether it is about a plotline or where you would like the characters to head...
Also please if you haven't already have a look at my fantasy story, the Unknown.
Summary:Vampires rule the world. Humans are trapped in sanctuaries. What happens when a vampire prince, who is third in line with the throne, mates with a human child? The vampire world is about to change forever and is the child everything she seems to be?
Warning it is dark.
Anyway, I would be grateful if you read it and told me what you think...
I hope you enjoyed this outtake.
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