I don't own anything but some OC's and a bit of the plot, S Meyer owns the rest.
Warning: sexual and physical abuse is mentioned and may be shown in this story in a flashback or dream, bad language and a supposed mental illness are in this story as well as a lemon or two later on. Read at your own caution.
Lot's of angst.
EdwardxAlice.
There will be shifters in this story, though not the wolves so go away if you don't like it. Summertime by My Chemical Romance is the song. Bold writing is his voice, italics is Alices mental voice.
When the lights go out
Will you take me with you?
And carry all this broken bone
Through six years down in crowded rooms
And highways I call home
Is something I can't know till now
Till you pick me off the ground
With brick in hand, your lip gloss smile
Your scraped-up knees and
If you stay
I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes
How long?
Until we find our way
In the dark and out of harm
You can runaway with me,
Anytime you want
Terrified of what I'd be
As a kid from what I've seen
Every single day when people try
And put the pieces back together
Just to smash them down
Turn my headphones up real loud
I don't think I need them now
Cause you stop the noise and
If you stay
I would even wait all night
Or until my heart explodes
How long?
Until we find our way
In the dark and out of harm
You can runaway with me,
Anytime you want
Well anytime you want
Don't walk away
Cause if you stay
I would even wait all night
Well or until my heart explodes
How long?
Until we find our way
In the dark and out of harm
You can runaway with me
You can write it on your arm
You can run away with me,
Anytime you want
I was still in shock as Bella let go of my arm once we were inside the school, just like that she left me without a care.
What the hell had just happened?
I finally started to breathe as I wandered the halls before classes. I was too confused about what had happened before to really care where I was going so I was surprised when I found myself entering my English class when the bell began to ring. Odd.
As I entered English I felt my stomach churn uneasily and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end. Senses on high alert- never good. Then again, what was ever good in this fucked up world? It was all doomed- I had seen it. But that wasn't for a long time.
I went to my seat at the back and froze as I realised someone was sitting next to me. Of course, my heart went into overdrive and pumped three times faster but when I really looked at who was sitting next to me I was ready to have an aneurysm.
Blonde. Pale. Male. Perfect. Inhuman. Demon.
Oh my fuck. Did the world hate me?
I thought we established this a while ago.
Oh great, he was back.
Miss me much darling?
I felt like my head was going to spontaneously explode. Lovely. And then it hit me like an eighteen-wheeler going past the speed limit, downhill, on a rainy day.
That smell, vampire, cold and perfectly familiar. I felt like an idiot for not seeing it before, sure he had looked familiar but now. Now I knew exactly who he was. I tried to control my breathing as I saw him go tense having obviously picked up my scent.
Whitlock.
I had never learnt his first name, he had always been referred to as Whitlock. Did people just want me dead?
Yet again, we established this.
I shivered involuntarily and my eyes snapped downwards to the desk as soon as I saw him turn in my direction.
A blinding fear coursed through me and seemed to make me cold- it was not my fear. It was foreign and almost fake, I felt like I wanted to hurl and curl up in a ball and cry before tearing out my eyes so I no longer had to see his terrifying, perfect face.
He was making me feel this artificial fear. He had always loved to play with my emotions- it was always hell for me and he loved watching me cry and beg and shiver and cower in fear.
Why oh why did the universe and hell and heaven hate me so much? What have I ever done to anyone other than be their personal torture slave? Why did they feel the need to slowly pull apart whatever was left of my confidence, my heart, my soul. Me.
Near the end of class I was ready to burst into tears and beg for Whitlock to not hurt me. Mere minutes before the bell was supposed to ring he leaned over towards me making me go rigid in my seat. My breathing stopped, my mind raced and my heart felt as though it would explode at any minute.
Smooth, velvet, inhuman. Petrifying. "You tell anyone and I'll tell him exactly where you are Darlin'"
And just like that he was leaving the classroom as the bell rang shrilly.
It took me several minutes to even begin to start thinking straight. Right now was not a time to have another pathetic panic attack. Today was going to be even more of a hell than it usually was.
Taking a deep, calming breath that didn't help to calm me at all, I set off for my next class.
By the time it was lunch, I was ready to slit my wrists. Again.
I was forced to sit at the exact same table as yesterday- the vampires sat at the one next to mine. I really didn't think this world could get any crueller. Oh wait, the tugging was back, it could get crueller it seems.
While trying to forget about my churning stomach and the feel of the bronze haired vampires eyes on her.
Edward Cullen had almost gotten over the giddiness of finally imprinting; that was until he saw her in the cafeteria again. It was like he was about to melt into a puddle, explode from the restraint needed to not kiss her senseless right then and there, and burst into loud laughter of pure joy.
He kept on getting disbelieving looks from Jasper.
After finally managing to calm the raging happiness in him he finally managed to properly study his little imrpint.
Little was not even the right adjective to use to describe her. If there was a scale on the side of Petite she'd be at the small end.
Jet black spiky hair framed her heart shaped face and went perfectly with her dull but somehow bright, large blue eyes that were framed with long lashes. She was unnaturally pale, almost sickly so, with dark violet lips with just a sprinkling of red on them.
Her shoulders were tense and haunched forwards, she looked like she was about to throw up. Edward wasn't sure weather or not his imprint was aware of the fact that she had her arms wrapped around herself so tight she could barely breathe.
Her thin fingers were fisting up her hoodie so tightly her knuckles had turned white, her face seemed to go even paler -if that was even possible- before she suddenly pulled the hood to her hoodie up so he could no longer see her face or neck.
Did she know he was staring at her? Surely not, there was no way to tell unless she had been looking at the table he was at which she definitely hadn't done. It was like some sort of sixth sense, she seemed to know exactly when someone was looking at her.
Her shoulders would go even tenser and her breathing would go just that little bit harder while her arms wrapped impossibly tighter around her midsection.
Edward's head titled to the side just slightly, watching as she slowly seemed to fall forwards until her forehead came into contact with the white table in front of her. It was only lightly but every vampire heard the sound of her forehead hitting the table.
Her shoulders went even tenser and she stopped breathing as every vampires eyes laid upon her. There was a fear pulsing through Edward's imprint that he didn't like one bit.
Edward went back to observing her for the rest of the lunch break. When he had smelt salty tears from her the monster within him had all but started to fucking purr. The monster loved her fear, her pain. He fucking adored it.
It made Edward feel sick.
By the time the bell rang signalling the end of the lunch break.
AN: Okay, okay. I am so fucking sorry. Yeah, I left you guys for over a month but I had some shit involving faild suicides, suicidal best friends and a shit load of homework, stress and depression. Feel free to throw shit at me virtually through your review- it'll make me feel guilty and write more.
Sarah V: Yes, he is. That's why I am sticking with the name Wolfward...
...and Nothingward. Thanks for that suggestion Galaxy Defending Lovatic- it'll be used later on.
Perla: sorry it took so long. It isn't ended, I am not abandoning this story. Hopefully it will be a series; I'm planning on doing a fic for each book in the Twilight series and hopefully a fifth so no worries.
Also, I need a BETA in case none of you have noticed. If any of you would be willing to be a BETA for me please PM me or say that you want to be my BETA in a review.
Read and Review- it stops me cutting. x
Cyanide.