Chapter Three – Limp
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I stood still, leaned up against the alley wall, shivering, petrified. I was so terrified…yet… I didn't run away.
I was drawn to him.
Drawn to his beauty.
Mesmerized by it.
I must admit that I was under a trance. By the looks of it, he seemed to be too. He hadn't even done so much as moved an inch since he first turned around to gawk at me. The look of incredulity was still on his face.
Was I crying? Was that why he was staring? No. Had Mike ripped my shirt in his aggressiveness? I looked down, breaking our staring contest. All my clothes were on.
Everything seemed to be in the right place. I looked back up and his gaze was still locked intently on my face. His expression, still unchanged. What was wrong?
After several long and torturous minutes of only staring at each other, the mystery man seemed to finally realize what he was doing because he shook his head and began to stare at the
wall behind me, as if fascinated by the identical red bricks.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
I was astounded. "Sorry?" I questioned. "Sorry for what? Saving me from hell?"
"No…for damning you to it." He said it so quietly, that I must have heard him wrong.
Damning me to hell? What does that mean? I was about to ask him to repeat when he – at an inhumanly fast pace – went to Mike's side and picked him up one handed, as if he was some stuffed doll that was as light as a feather.
I had to be dreaming. I had too much to drink. That's right. Too much to drink, so I passed out and am now safe in my bed….I repeated this to myself like a mantra.
I was hyperventilating by now with my breathing coming out in short gasps. I guess I wasn't very convincing to myself.
My mind was spinning so fast that I was dizzy.
I felt limp and I began to fall.
Just before I hit the ground the thing caught me. I looked over his shoulder and saw that he had moved Mike's unconscious body out of the alley so we were completely alone.
I began to assume the worst. I was about to die. I was saved from Mike, but this angel of death was still not finished with me.
Whatever this thing was, could not be human. He was looking at me with longing. But it was disturbing. This look that he gave me made me feel as if I was a piece of meat.
It looked as if he was a starving man, living in the wilderness who had just stumbled upon a feast of exotic and delicious foods that he had almost forgot had existed.
I must have been too terrified to notice before, but in my final moments of life, details became
magnified. The arms that were around my waist and neck, were FREEZING. It felt like being
enclosed in a body suit of ice.
His mouth that was slightly open, was showing gleaming white teeth, that looked to be as sharp
as knives but not pointed. They were perfect squares in a semi-circle.
Those perfect teeth were now inches away from my neck.
He had lowered his face to my neck and was just barely grazing the skin right below my jawline.
I felt my consciousness slip.
I now felt his mouth on my neck He hesitated for the slightest amount of time. Every second was such a devastating amount of time as I was waiting for him to make his next move.
I felt his sweet cold breath against my neck as he opened his mouth.
He bit through my skin so easily as if it had been butter.
I should have screamed out in agony, but passed out instead.
Just as everything turned black, I heard a woman scream:
"JASPER HURRY!! EDWARD WHERE ARE Y- OH GOD, HOW COULD YOU?!"
And I was Gone.
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I was in Hell.
I now understood what he meant.
But why? That was the question. Why would he save me from a fate, worse than death, just to kill me himself. Why would he put me in this unimaginable, macabre, horrendous…PAIN.
I screamed in horrible agony. The sound was bone chilling. Inhuman.
Wave after wave. Crashing down on me with each heartbeat, the pain became that much more unbearable.
It pushes and pulls. A World War happening inside of my body. Gunfire being shot inside the infinitesimally small amount of space of my veins.
I thought death was supposed to be a release. I thought it would bring relief. To quote Shakespeare, "For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die."
I'm going to have to disagree.
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Like the tick of a clock, The throbbing coming on like clockwork. I feel like I've had fire burning through me for days now.
Is there any way to die when you're already dead?
I started to laugh, but stopped short when I choked on a sob. Dry sobs. Hell doesn't even give the emotional release of pain through tears.
Realization then came that…if this is hell…shouldn't there be flaming rings of fire or some guy named Lucifer.
But all around me was black. I turned all around me, and I could feel that I was laying on something but could not see what it was. It was also eerily quiet. I guess I was so engrossed by my own thoughts that I never noticed it before.
I listened for several minutes, straining my ears to listen, and giving myself a headache doing so.
It's impossible to multi task while trying to cope with torturous pain.
I tried lifting myself up from the ground and felt a lurch in my chest. Excruciating pain. Time felt like it was going in slow motion as molten waves of lava were crashing inside me in waves. Another alien scream escaped through throat involuntarily.
I thrashed around in this desolate black prison of nothingness.
I was falling, endlessly falling.
With the height drop I seemed to be coming closer to some sort of civilization of the dead. With each meter, I started to decipher some murmurings becoming louder and louder.
"Ooff." ( I don't know what kind of sound you make when you land so…)
Light. Way too much light.
I opened my eyelids and was attacked by the amount of sunlight. I immediately narrowed them to avoid blindness. Squinting, I looked around me. I was laying on the ground next to a black, wrought iron bed frame, with intricately detailed roses. The mattress was king sized, and had a black comforter with golden sheets underneath. The walls were bare. The only things in the room seemed to be the bed and me.
Ok. Now I was definitely confused. Where am I? Am I in Limbo? Heaven?
It couldn't be Hell now because, after looking around in fascination at the room before me, I realized that the throbbing had ceased. The torture, that had been previously concentrated in the middle of my chest surrounding my heart, had ceased.
Don't get me wrong…that's definitely a positive thing. I've never been in such vexatious pain in my life. Every heart beat was like being stabbed thousands of times at once. But that also means that my theory of where I was (Hell), was completely shot to shit.
I obviously had to be dreaming.
But to be dreaming I had to be alive, and that wasn't possible, was it?
Suddenly, the mumbling from my dream from my dream came back, except this time whoever this was, was much closer now. Much louder too. I could finally make out what they were saying as if they were standing right next to me. I first heard a high female voice that sounded like some sort of beautiful orchestral music. Maybe even wind chimes. But there was also a strain in her voice making her sound tense.
"It's fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure that I saw her wake up. I'm sure she's as confused as hell right now too."
Then a man spoke. Even though his voice sounded like velvet sound waves, my gag reflex started to act up as I recognized my killer (if that's what he did, is kill me).
"Alice, I don't want to go in there. She'll rip me to pieces. I already feel terrible enough as it is."
"Edward Antony, I swear to GOD. If you even think about going to the Volturi again, I will kill you myself. Now we're going in there and explaining to her what she is."
A Vampire
My killer who I now knew to be Edward, cringed at those two words.
Wait hold up –
A VAMPIRE?!
I don't…I can't be… They don't…That just proves that…NO. I'm dreaming.
It made sense. All my memories from the night of my death came crashing back as I heard Alice and Edward's footsteps come closer to my door.
Edward's inhuman speed. Picking up Mike, a man at least 180 to 200 pounds, with such ease as if he had weighed nothing at all. Biting my neck…
I wasn't in hell. I wasn't in heaven. I wasn't even in Limbo. Actually, no. I take that first one back.
I was in hell. I was trapped on Earth, and from what I knew from movies, for ETERNITY.
I would never be able to die as I'd hoped I was.
Dreams are like commercials but mine are picture perfect unfortunately. Dreams are so related but often underestimated.
I had to have just woken up from the worst dream of my life.
Just then, someone's hand was on the doorknob on the opposite side of the door as me.
I ran over and wrenched the door open, beating them to it. Who I guessed to be Alice, and who I knew to be Edward, were staring at me dumbfounded in the doorway while I was glaring at them with all the fury I could muster.
"A VAMPIRE ," I screamed, mostly directed at Edward."YOU CHANGED ME INTO A FUCKING VAMPIRE!?"
Alice then spoke with an incredulous expression on her face.
"I never said that out lou"- but she never finished because Edward interrupted looking furious.
"Would you rather have been RAPED AND POSSIBLE KILLED."
"I'd rather die a thousand times over again." I replied.
Edward looked down while pinching his nose with thumb and forefinger.
"I'm so sorry," he mumbled so quietly, that I don't think I would have heard it if I was human.
I knew he was sincere. It was almost as if I could hear his thoughts, and hear him say he would feel the same way, that he did feel the same way, but would never admit that to Carlisle- whoever that was.
"Please forgive me. I'm here to help you through this along with my sister Ali"-
He was never able to.
"You make me sick. You wanna lick my wounds. A bit too late for that friend." I was fuming, but still not angry enough to leave out sarcasm.
"So you're not thankful at all to me for saving you?!"
"So you wanted the badge of honor for saving my hide?! If you need my shame to reclaim your pride…"
My hands turned to fists.
I continued on with my rant.
"I never did anything to you man. But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies, so call me crazy, hold me down…make me cry; go off now, It wont be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hand."
So the end had some words from the lyrics of the song Limp By Fiona Apple
Song is on my profile
Shakespeare quote was from Othello