DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight.
AN: Thanks to all the nice people out there who DON'T FLAME! All you flamers should TAKE A HINT!
DEFYING DESTINY
CHAPTER 7
We were completely silent for quite a while. It gave me enough time to think clearly. So what if Edward was a vampire? I was a freak for goodness sake! He gave me a sad smile.
"I guess this is goodbye then,"
I shook my head rapidly, pandemonium clouding my vision.
"Leave? Don't. Please. You're the only sane person here."
"Sane? SANE? I'm a monster, Ser!" He roared and I cowered in my seat, pulling my knees up to make myself smaller
"I could kill you so easily!" He grabbed a crow bar from the back of the car and bent and molded it like putty until it resembled a smooth sphere… before crushing it into fine dust.
"Don't you get it? If you stay, I will kill you. And that is a promise," He settled back down into his seat and covered his eyes with his hand. Edward's jaw was clenched, and as I leaned over hesitantly to hold him, I saw pure anguish in his golden eyes. No human could hold him. No human could care for him. No human loved him…
We just stayed like that for a while. Edwards frame shook every once in a while, and I soon realized that they were tearless sobs. Oh, he was in so much pain. I felt his icy-cold hand reach up to cover my hand.
"Thank you," He said and straightened up while I sat back in my seat and buckled my seat belt.
"Could we stay out a while? My parents—"
No, I thought. Don't let him know anything. Don't let him know that the black bruise on my shoulder wasn't and accident. Or that I couldn't wear revealing clothes incase he see's the ugly bruises, the lash marks, the scars…
Edward nodded.
"So, what do you know about Pandora, Akasha and Rafael?" I asked quickly so he wouldn't ask any questions.
"It's a long story,"
"I have time,"
"Well, I have only been here for 2 years, so I wouldn't know that much. But apparently Rafael and Akasha have a bit too much tension. Too bad they're both too prideful to admit anything," He grinned and chuckled lightly.
"Rafael used to be called Eric. That, of course, was up until he and his best friend were in an accident. His best friend died, and he's been blaming himself since. Dyed his hair to his friend's hair color and changed his name to his friend's name, Rafael. Says it's to keep his memory alive, but it just doesn't seem right to be trying to live out both their lives," Edwards shook his head sadly. (AN: I tried to include more of the real characters)
"And Pandora and Akasha?"
"Pandora used to be called Emily. She was athletic, tanned, A++ student. The perfect student, so to say. Until one day she too changed. No one know what happened,"
"Except for you?" I questioned wearily.
Edward nodded grimly. "Except for me."
He glanced off into the distance, avoiding my confused gaze.
"She was raped. By the science teacher, Roger Pratt."
I whimpered loudly and his eyes snapped to my pale face.
"Don't tell me…?"
I looked out the windows as memories flashed before my green eyes. Edward was probably disgusted with me. Justified.
I used to work at a bad place. A very bad place. And if I didn't make enough money, or if I refused a customer, my father… I shuddered violently. My father was a very creative man.
I hadn't cried in many years, so I was horrified when I felt warm tears cascade down my cheeks. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and reached over to grasp the handle to the car door. But Edward was faster. In a flash he grabbed my shoulder and cupped my cheek with his other hand. I looked at him with pure astonishment. Pure sadness was etched onto his angelic face. Slowly, he leaned forward and our lips brushed briefly, leaving a very tingly while my heart did flip-flops. He leaned back to look at me.
"So what do you want to do?"