I SCRY WITH MY LITTLE EYES

Disclaimer: This particular plotline belongs to my imagination, the characters and some of the ideas belong solely to Stephanie Meyer though - Sucks.

CHAPTER 13:

Bella POV

I smiled as the dagger fell from Carlisle fingers as if he had just touched fire. The expressions on their faces were priceless.

"Now now, Carlisle, that is no way to treat an antique; especially one very close to my heart."

I chuckled dryly at their horrified faces, before picking up the dagger and placing it back inside my wardrobe. Pouring another glass of the delightfully addictive ruby ambrosia, I lifted it to my lips and downed the whole glass quickly. Wiping my mouth, I licked the few droplets that had escaped off my fingertips and sighed softly as warmth rushed through my body. "Blood is such a wondrous thing, is it not?"

Not waiting for a reply from the shock still Cullens, I peeled off my blood stained shirt and skinny jeans, and walked over to put on the outfit I had already laid out. But before I could grab it, Alice was in front of me, her hands on her tiny hips and her chin jutted out, "Isabella Marie Swan, what in god's name are you doing?"

"Getting changed, Alice, I thought that it was fairly obvious."

"You couldn't have asked us to leave the room?"

"Like I care if you do or not, little pixie. It's nothing you haven't seen anyways, but now I would like to put some clothes on. Is that okay with you?"

She opened and closed her mouth wordlessly, and I just laughed.

"I'll take that as a go ahead then."

Gently pushing her to the side, I slid the strapless floor length dress on. I loved this style of dress; ebony black, beaded, figure hugging and backless. Silver, small linked chains crisscrossed all the way from the small of my back to my shoulder blades. Strapping on sooty black six-inch heels, I ran my finger through my hair to untangle any snags then pulled it up into a casual twisted bun, leaving tendrils of ashen silk curling by the nape of my neck and my ears.

"OMG, Bella that is the most amazing dress I have ever seen."

I smiled at Alice, she was probably the only one I would warm up to anytime soon, if ever. "Thanks Alice. But believe me, you ain't seen anything yet."

I giggled softly, before pulling out another wine bottle and seven more glasses. Pouring ruby red blood into each, I motioned for the motionless Cullens to take one each. Smiling softly, I announced, "It's quite safe. Animal blood, I always keep a bottle handy. Now I would like to propose a toast to all of us meeting once again. Cheers."

I sipped the blood silently, watching as each Cullen, one by one, took cautious tastes. Finally they were drinking it happily and smiling timidly at me. Glancing down at my own glass, I wondered to myself - Carnivores… Vegetarians - What does that make me; a cannibal?

I chuckled at the notion, but I knew it was true. But surprisingly, out of all the vampires in this castle I was the only one now who never killed to survive. Funny old world this is.

Reveling in the feeling of blood on my tongue, I moaned softly, then swallowed the last of my glassful. Placing it on the windowsill I stepped closer to the window pane as the warming rays of the rising sun washed over me. My skin sparkled in the sunlight, and bounced off bare walls of my room; such beauty amongst the pain and agony. Nothing compared to us – Vampires; the epitome of beauty, grace and elegance. Yet stone cold killers and unnaturally alive. Such contradictions; the face and body of angels, the soul and nature of demons; a world of opposites, and a world I wished more than anything to leave behind.

Edward POV

Monster -

The word echoed in my mind, over and over and over. The picture of Bella lying still and motionless on the ground from wounds wrought by my own two hands flashed across my vision like a broken record.

Now as the sunlight shone through the glass window, her body glowed and sparkled like a diamond. She was radiant; beautiful; magical; enchanting; lovely; indescribable.

She was an angel as I had always thought, and I was but a monster. Sobs caught in my throat as her words echoed in my ears, and I longed more than anything to erase them from my mind forever,

… The same man that promised to love me for an eternity, an eternity Rosalie, could easily have just killed me… Edward just killed me with his bare hands… Edward killed me… Edward killed me… Edward killed me… Edward killed me…

I had killed her.

I had beaten her and broken her and tore her body apart with my own two hands. I had actually tried to kill her. And I had practically succeeded.

I killed her. Oh dear lord, I really was a monster…