C H A P T E R :: E I G H T :: S A L T Y
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"Oh, you're so salty." I tell him, my lips massaging the pulse point on his neck. My eyes are trained on the bluish veins. It would be so easy to bite down through the buttery flesh.
"Yeah, you're... salty too." Ben tells me. He's confused at the tone of my voice, but he's heartbroken and easy to exploit.
"Say it like you mean it. Say I'm better than Needy." I whisper into his neck. He doesn't hear the threat in my voice, but it's present. Shimmering around in the nighttime crisp air, a serpent poised to strike. I bite down enough to draw a little blood. Crescent shapes line his neck in an oval pattern.
"What? Why?" He questions, pushing me away from him. It's like a bucket of cold water dumped down my person.
"Never mind." I tell him, laughing. I pretend he's heard me wrong. It's my word against his and I am much more convincing. "Come on, Ben. Show me your breast stroke." I tell him, leading him away to the pool.
I am a bitch. I know it. And things are going to get messy.
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When Angela finds me hunched over Ben's dying body, she drives a pole through my chest. She misses my heart, but the threat is there. Angela 'Needy' Webber is going to kill me. And I deserve it.
I pull it out and it lands on the ground with a clang. The pole bounces around on the ground before settling. Rivulets of blood swirl down my dress and onto the floor.
"Damn it, Needy. This was new." I tell her. My voice is breathy. I'm swaying on my feet. One of my hands is at my forehead, feeling the sweat that resides there. My other hands snakes around my abdomen and towards the gaping wound in the stomach. I dip my hand inside the wound, accidentally, miscalculating the distance.
A gasp escapes from my lips. If I wanted to, I could stick my hand through my chest and grab my ass.
"You got a tampon?" She's bent over Ben's body and isn't paying me any attention. "Thought I'd ask. You seem like you might be plugging."
When Needy bends down to pick up the weapon again, I flee.
I glance back at her from the safety offered to me by the open night. She's bent over Ben's body.
"It's not working." She screams. She's trying to stop the flow of blood from his body and call the cops at the same time. She bangs her phone onto the cement.
I leave because he's already two and a half quarts down, and his heart isn't beating.
"No, no, no." Angela pleads. I try to ignore her. I can't. But I can ignore the sudden wetness on my cheek.
I'm a few steps from the abandoned pool, when I hear something that turns my blood cold.
"I'm going somewhere." I hear Ben mutter. I'm at the entryway to the pool before I can even blink. I peer into room, trying not to intrude. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. I wish I could have had a few moments with Roman.
"You're not going anywhere." She's holding his face between her hands. The way that she's bent over him, her tears are staining his face.
"Yes, I am." He tells her. He's as white as a sheet, even paler than the Cullen's.
"No." She cries.
My cold dead heart is breaking.
"I think I already died before you got here, but I woke up when I heard your voice." His eyes are dull and lifeless, but there's something hidden behind them. Some spark of life that his body doesn't have any more.
"I love you." He's not crying but Angela is doing enough of that for the both of them.
"I love you too." He tells her, his eyes wide, and I watch as the spark fades out of them.
I'm gone before he draws his last breath.
Angela's sobs haunt me as I leave.
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"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I have murdered one hundred and sixty five people." I'm using a pretty poor fake accent. There aren't any Latino's in Forks, Washington. I hear the man's sharp gasp of breath at my words.
"Do you want to know how I killed them?" I'm looking at his face through the screen partition. It's in a geometric flower pattern.
The confessional shades both of our faces, but I can see his as clearly as if he were standing outside in broad daylight.
"With my bare hands and space teeth." I'm smiling at him through the wall between us. I've dropped the fake accent. He tries to go for the door. He's fast. I'm faster. My hand shoots through leaves and flowers and some thin material that isn't protecting anybody. His neck is in between my grasp before he can say the words, "Bella Swan."
"Forgive me father, for I have completely miscounted." I watch as his face turns purple as he struggles to breathe. "I have murdered one hundred and sixty-six people."
I leave the body of Angela's freshly murdered father in the confessional.
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AN: So this is really short. I haven't known how I wanted to tie this up. But, I figured you guys have waited long enough. The final chapter should be up soon and so should the Angela POV Epilogue. I'd love to hear what you guys have to think about this chapter. Some things might be confusing, but all, or at least most, will be explained in the Epilogue. THANK YOU, to everyone who reads and/or reviews. I LOVE YOU.