Edge lay quietly in bed, staring at the ceiling. His hand went to his breast pocket and he took out a picture of Tessa. His Tessa. His fingers ran over the picture. Her gleaming eyes are her loving smile. How had things gone so wrong. Thinking of the end hurt his heart. So he thought of the happy times. When he Tessa finally opened up to him.
She had been a beautiful creature. Her beauty is what captivated him. But when he turned her into a vampire like them he didn't count on her being a vile creature. She would scream when he came into the room. She wouldn't eat anything. He left wounded people in her room. But when he'd come back a few hours later, he'd find that she helped them escape. Edge walked slowly up the stairs. Chris said that he had enough of her banshee wails and that Edge needed to shut her up. He sighed and paused outside the door.
Tessa heard him from the moment his foot hit the bottom step. She cringed as she heard him move closer with every stride. When the door opened, his voice came at a whisper. "Please, don't scream." For reasons unknown to both of them, she didn't. She sat in the corner, with her knees drawn up and her brow furrowed. "I have no ill intentions towards you…" He said quietly. He closed the door behind him and moved a step closer. "But I have ill intentions towards you." She said with quiet anger. He wanted so much to smile and laugh. That statement delighted him. But he kept a straight face. "Why?" He asked in what he hoped was an innocent tone. "You've taken from me what I can never get back…" "And what's that?" Her eyes stared at him. "My self respect." Edge stayed silent for a moment and moved closer. "Oh no, my darling." He crouched in front of her and stared into her eyes. "Its there…it will always be there." She turned away, disgusted. Edge smiled slightly. "You're quite the venomous one." She slowly turned to him. "You're quite the evil one…" Edge laughed. "Why, thank you." "It wasn't a compliment--" "It wasn't?" He smiled lightly. His hand moved to her face, testing his boundaries. "I feel your hunger." He whispered. Her eyes snapped to him. "Don't touch me." She said coldly. Edge sighed and moved his hand to his side. He brought his fingernails to his neck and harshly raked them on his skin. He locked eyes with Tessa. She stood quickly. "W-what are you doing?" Edge stood and walked towards her. His dark blood trickled down his neck and onto his soft, white shirt. He moved in front of Tessa, effectively cornering her. "You wont feed from a living creature. How do you feel about drinking from the undead?" Tessa tried to keep her eyes away from his neck. She'd been fighting this sharp pain inside her for some time now. But now it seemed so much more trial some. "Oh, c'mon…you've drank from me before. Or you wouldn't be here. Would you?" Tessa fisted her hands. "Yes, you're the reason I am here." And at that moment she wanted to truly kill him. She could envision him turning to dust. Hearing his screams. Edge leaned toward and moved his mouth to her ear. "Those are loud thoughts…" His neck was inches from her mouth. "Not just thoughts. Intentions." Edge gave a half chuckle. "I wait in anticipation, my love." Her body's longing was at the boiling point now. She could smell his blood…nearly taste it. She didn't think. She didn't want to think. She pounced on him suddenly, knocking them both to the ground. Her mouth was clamped onto his neck, taking his blood. Edge stayed still, only moving one hand on the back of her neck. He let her take all that he could let her. When he felt himself growing dizzy, he gently pushed her back. Tessa straddled him for a minute before moving to the floor. She stared at the ceiling and let her finger drag over her lips, glossed with blood. Edge turned to her, breathing labouredly. "Did you feel that?…the need inside of you…you cant deny it…even trying to is useless. Our desires control who we are now." Tessa turned to him, her eyes sad. "Will it always hurt…the killing?" Edge looked at her and spoke genuinely. "Every time you drink…it goes away that much more. It fades and it fades until you forget…that, or you just don't care anymore." Tessa looked back at the ceiling. Edge moved his hand and covered hers. "Help me forget." She whispered shakily. Edge sat up and pulled her into his lap. "I promise…with everything in me. Ill help you forget." He carefully brought his mouth to her and kissed her softly. Tasting her lips and his blood.
Edge cleared his throat and sat up. Things…had started off well enough. His eyes quickly hardened when he thought about how wrong things had become. He blamed Chris for that. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Chris poisoned Tessa against him. He stood. But that was over. "No need to dwell on the dead." He said with a knowing smirk.