My breaths came in rattling gasps as my crushed windpipe struggled to draw air into my burning lungs. I was almost blind with pain but could still feel bruises blossom under the prince's ice cold palms. "It didn't have to be this way Bella, I'd have given you the world, immortality, we could have ruled together for eternity." But I wasn't asking for eternity with him, I wanted Edward.
Edward froze, he knew that if he moved the prince would snap my throat like a twig, literally. But then understanding filled his eyes, I could see every movement of his features with pure clarity, in the moments I feared for my life. His angel or devil like features- depending on which way you looked at it- were remorseful at first, then uncertain a his cherry lips turned down, almost unperceivable to the human eye.
"Carlisle" his voice rang out as clear as a bell, and then it was the princes turn to freeze he dropped me in shock and I gasped for breath grateful for my still beating heart. "You know? How did you recognise me? I thought…the hair… that the past was long dead." I had never heard the Prince unsure before. Edwards's voice was as smooth as honey but tinged with sadness. "You're right" he said aiming his words at the Prince not me, as if I no longer existed. "It didn't have to be this way, do you remember what it was like before? Can you even begin to comprehend what it was like? What about Esme do you remember her? You killed her and many others for this was it worth it?"
The prince stuttered, surprised as if he had remembered a painful piece of his past long ago forgotten. That was when Edward took his moment pinning the prince to the ground, but it wasn't to save me anymore I was no longer at risk. It was for himself, for revenge. "Do you know how it feels to see you father kill your family, destroy everything you've ever lived for –your morals your friendships, do you? Can you even remember what pain feels like?" Edward's voice was verging on hysterical as his anger lent him strength. The Prince writhed helplessly in his arms. "Do you think Carlisle just because you change your hair, it changes anything else, and can you remember her screams as you killed the one woman you'd ever loved?"
"Please Edward, son" The prince was crumbling. "No? Well I do. The way she screamed for mercy as you became one of them. Look at this, look at what you've done!" The prince lay still in his arms, staring into Edwards eyes, but he showed no remorse only fear. "The past will never die… But you will" Were Edwards last words as he bent his face close to the princes picture of terror, almost as if to kiss him. Before ripping of his head, I had ever seen a vampire fight or feed before, it was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Graceful, passionate, evil.
Okay this is a short chapter just to get over writers block, with a bit of luck I'll have the next chapter posted later today, please review. (BTW if any of this is unclear I'm gong to explain it though the next chapter so don't worry.)