Prince of night POV
(It was him last time as well, I thought it was obvious but then I have a warped mind and mild psychosis, so you know...)
That, did not go according to plan. Damn those humans why did it never go as expected with them??
Great, just peachy, so I'm showing those goddamn Cullen's how humane our farms are but instead they get to see a freaking blood bath. Great just great, because the vegetarians are really going to support a system of guards that brutally murder humans, aren't they? Totally Innocent humans at that.
Oh yes, I'm not blind I know it was that Bella Swan who was the real culprit, but I'm sure she will suffer more if she remains alive, if only for a short while.
Let me explain something to you, Bella Swan was destined to die for them, to save them all, I didn't know how, but her path was set. It is not easy to escape ones destiny, you can avoid it, like Bella had just done, delay it, but it will always be hanging above you like a cloud.
I however, was about to change that fact, Bella Swan would not die, I wouldn't let her. She was mine to keep forever. She would become my apprentice I had decided. Not many humans were strong enough to survive that amount of heart break, that level of misfortune, and certainly no-one I had encountered before had so many people willing to die for them. Yes, that Bella Swan really was something.
My mind was made up, I would give Bella three days and then she would become immortal. Everlasting life, Is not a gift to be thrown around often, thus I was the only vampire allowed to give it. But it was precious, the knowledge that you would live forever, even if the only reason you would want to stay alive was dead.
Bella was one of the lucky ones, no human knew but most rebels were killed instantly, I t was not like I would go advertising the fact that a few humans had resisted. No, it was absurd how someone like Bella could be victim of so much misfortune, but yet be the luckiest person alive.
Sorry that's it for now folks this was just a quickie to keep you interested, more soon.
I leave on this parting note;
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In
the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond
this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It
matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.