Chapter V

Edward Cullen

On The Streets of Forks

I was glad Angela wasn't particularly intelligent and viewed her life more than her friend's. Now that she had decided to properly cooperate with me and answer my questions, I'm more than willing to treat her with kindness.

For a while.

If Angela continues to behave this way, I'll treat her with benevolence and gentleness (even when I torture her for entertainment) until I grow tired of her and kill her. It would be a bit of a loss, but I can always replace her.

I went to Vicky's house.

"Yes?" she said, eyeing me. "Can I help you with something?"

"May I speak to William?" I asked. "He's kicked the ball over the fence and I want to return it to him in person. With some tips in keeping the ball within boundaries."

Vicky's face broke into a smile.

"You're the guy who lives behind us," she said happily. "I was getting worried whether you'll get annoyed at him. I'll get him here for you! Just wait a couple of minutes. He's in his room, doing homework I think. Well, he's doing something!"

I couldn't believe my luck.

Poor Vicky doesn't know that she'll be delivering her own brother into my hands and she wouldn't know that it'll be the last time she sees him.

A few minutes later, Vicky returned with William.

I had to restrain myself from leaping and scratching out Carlisle's look-alike's eyes. I smiled at William when Vicky pushed him out.

"This is the guy who has your ball," she told him. "Go with him and get it back. Next time, don't kick the ball over the fence again. If you do, I don't think you'll get it back again. I'll be inside. Don't be late for lunch or mum will be mad!"

"Just wait a moment," William said to me. "I need to do my shoelace."

I glanced at the mirror and was relieved when I noticed that the dye was still in my hair and I could hardly recognise my old self.

"Okay," said William, standing up. "Where's my ball?"

"Follow me," I said, leading him to the alley.

"Are you sure that you live here and my ball flew all the way here? It doesn't make sense! The ball flew over the fence to the house behind mine and you live in a different direction! Are you lying to me? I'm going to go home."

"No. It's there."

I pointed to a ball near a stack of crates.

"That is my ball!" exclaimed William. "How did it get over here?"

As William leant over to pick up his ball, I silently lifted up the baseball bat (I had stolen it from a shop and left it there earlier) and whacked him on the head, rendering him unconscious. My plans are getting better and better by the moment.

I dragged William into the potato sack and into the car I had thoughtfully left near the alley. I drove to the closest McDonalds and Pizza Hut.

I quickly ordered some food for Angela.

I knew that someday I'll get rid of Angela for another girl. Hopefully one that can permanently satisfy my thirst for human blood and be my mate for life. Angela's a replica of tattle-tale Alice, but she'll have to go someday. As in someday very soon.

I drove back to my lair and went straight to the basement.

I dropped William into another room I made (stylish for a man's room-bathroom and all) and went straight to Angela's room.

I smiled when I saw that she had taken the initiative in choosing a pretty dress and had done her hair in a beautiful hair style. I would definitely kill her mercifully. I had already decided that tormenting Angela wasn't particularly fun anymore and she must go. I had taken a new, fresh interest in my Carlisle-look-alike victim that I had taken off the streets.

I would offer her a chance of being a vampire though.

"Hello," I said pleasantly, entering her room. "I brought you some McDonalds' and some pizza. I don't know which one you would prefer."

"Thank you," murmured Angela, taking the packages of food.

"No problems. I hope you enjoy the meal. We'll need to talk about something after this. Something that might affect your life forever. Don't think about it now. Just enjoy your meal. I'll come back to collect you in half an hour."

"Yes Edward."

I had never seen or heard her so submissive before.

I closed and locked the door.

I heard shouting from William's room.

Ah, he's awake.

Angela Weber

After wolfing down all the slices of pizza and the McDonalds' meals Edward bought me, I began to calm down and think.

What did Edward mean by something that'll change my life forever?

Will I be free?

My heart skipped a beat when the thought past in my head. Will Edward really let me go? After injuring my hand and growling at me, he's planning to let me live? I couldn't believe my luck. Did Edward really fall for my damsel-in-distress trick?

The moment I'm free, I'll tell the police who kidnapped me.

Half an hour later, Edward returned.

"Come," he said gently. "We need to have a talk in a special place. It'll affect your life forever and I think you'll need to think about it."

I nodded.

I could hardly contain my excitement of getting out of here. What is there that I need to think about? I'll say yes to my freedom!

I allowed Edward to lead me out of the basement, up some stairs and into a room above the basement, but a room I had never been in before.

It was a little dusty, but looked like a tea room.

In the middle of the room was a table with a teapot and cups on it. This life changing event is a tea party he's hosting for me?

"Please sit," said Edward, gesturing to a chair.

I sat down.

Hopefully this tea party will be quick and Edward will grant me my freedom. I'll agree to anything he wants so I can access my freedom. Even if it means betraying my friends and members of the community to this psycho.

"Before we discuss the life changing event," began Edward. "I need your help. Do you know anyone that looks like these people?"

Edward showed me a photo of a group of people.

"Um…" I said, examining the photo. "Yeah. The pale, curly-haired guy looks like Mike Newton. The blonde girl looks a lot like Lauren Mallaroy and the woman with the dark coloured hair looks like Chief Swan's daughter. I don't know who can represent the muscly guy. Why? Is there something special about them that I don't know?"

"Doesn't matter," said Edward, giving me a broad smile. "Thank you for giving me some information about these people. Are you ready?"

"For what?"

"Your decision. I really urge you to consider it carefully. There'll be good and bad parts to it. I'll let you

have five minutes private time to consider and think about it."

"Alright. What is it?"

"I have decided to let you go. I'm planning to find another female victim to satisfy my needs. You've been a great and ideal victim, and I want to see you from time to time. I want us to have a relationship between us. A proper one. I can treat you with respect, and everything. I'm wealthy and I can buy you rich things, basically anything you want."

This creep wants a relationship with me?

He's nuts!

He tortures me and infected my hand with his venom and now he wants a relationship with me? That is definitely a no-no!

I noticed Edward was watching me intently.

I forced myself to smile.

"That's a huge step for me," I said, pretending to be shy. "I don't know. You seem like a really cool guy, but I don't know if I'm ready for a relationship. Especially with a vampire! It seems so cool to have a relationship with a vampire, but I don't know…"

"You can live like a Princess," said Edward persuasively. "I can get you servants, maids and a cook! You won't have to work again! Even if our relationship takes a turn, I can still give you a million dollars. I just want a woman in my life. Even if you become unfaithful to me, I'll ignore it! I won't abuse you or injure you or anything!"

"Is there something I need to do?"

"There's only one thing I need you to willingly do for me. The only way you can be fully in my life's if you agree to be a vampire."

I stared at him, shocked.

This is the life-changing event! Edward wants me as a vampire! I would never be fully free! Being his girlfriend won't be too bad, but being a vampire? That's worse than bad! Edward's merciless and sadistic when he was torturing me, but deadly persuasive and passionate when he wants a relationship (quite out of the blues) with me.

I can't believe that this relationship-wanting Edward was the same Edward torturing and drinking my blood a couple of days ago!

My parents and relatives always told me, my siblings and my cousins that greed for money, luxury and other fineries is a sin (my family and I lived basically in a plain house with no decorations or fine objects to be proud of), but sometimes I couldn't help myself.

I would look for hours at beautiful jewellery and attractive tapestries whenever I go shopping with my friends and would wish I have enough money (my allowance is three dollars a week and if I save up in the whole year, I could purchase an expensive bracelet with little money left) to buy whatever I want without being under the pressure of my mother's watchful eye.

If I do become Edward's girlfriend, I can gain plenty of wealth and can buy many things without my mother's knowledge…

But I have to turn into a vampire…

I'll have to drink blood and stay away from sunlight. I can't go home and live a normal life again. I'll have to live with Edward for eternity.

I'll have to kill innocent people to quench my thirst and hunger...will I really have the guts to kill my neighbours and be a reclusive vampire? If Edward falls more passionately in love with me (and I don't to him), will he propose to me?

I could hardly accept that.

The last thing on earth I would do, still wouldn't be marry Edward and be his bride and eternal wife. A vampire bride.

"Well?" said Edward, watching me.

"I'm sorry," I said, a piece of my heart floating away (the part wanting Edward's money). "I can't. I can't be a vampire. I just can't stand the idea of drinking human blood. I'm sure you'll be a great boyfriend, but you're not the man for me."

"I understand. I'm sure you'll be a good girlfriend for me, but it's just the vampire clause that you won't

accept, isn't it? Don't look so worried Angela. I believe you. Before you leave my home, I'll give you a thousand dollars for you to take with you. I know it's a lot of money, but please accept it. I'll just go and fetch the money right now."

I couldn't believe my luck.

I'm going to be free and I'll have a thousand dollars to spend on whatever I want as well! And as a bonus on top, I won't be turned into a vampire!

Edward returned after a couple of minutes with a fat, leather wallet. I guessed that it was full of wads of cash. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them, leave, dob him into the police and spend the cash on things my mother probably wouldn't approve of.

"Here," said Edward, handing the wallet to me. "It's all yours. Before you go, can you finish this cup of tea with me at least?"

"Of course," I said, sipping the cup of tea quickly.

The sooner I get out of here, the better. This tea wasn't the best tea I tasted, but it isn't too bad. What harm can tea do?

I finished the tea and placed it back on the table.

"Thank you for your hospitality," I said carefully, standing up. "But I'd better be going. My parents will probably be wondering where I was. I'll make sure to tell them that you took good care of me while I was away from home."

"Of course," said Edward calmly, opening the door.

I took a step to the door, but suddenly felt dizzy and light-headed. I had the urge to sit down, but was determined to leave.

As I took another painful, tiring step, I couldn't think anymore…I was just too tired…the walls were collapsing around me…

Edward Cullen

Five Hours Later

Angela was a fool not to agree to be part of my life or as a vampire. I could see greed and trickery in her eyes when she spoke to me.

Alice could see the future, but she wouldn't trick me. She would tell the truth. There's nothing similar between Alice and Angela apart from the fact that they look similar and their initials of their first name. I was a little glad Angela declined my offer of being a vampire.

There's no way I'm letting Angela out of my home alive.

Only a fool would let her go.

I had offered her a great bargain; to be rich and live a life like a Princess, but in return, she has to willingly allow me to turn her into a vampire and she has to live the rest of her life with me. I was planning for us to be leaders of my new coven…

I knew that Angela was brought up in a strict Catholic fashion, and how she committed the sin of being greedy for money.

It'll be best to kill her so she could experience a little taste of Hell before her soul actually travels to Hell and she gets dammed forever.

While Angela remained unconscious, I took out my shovel.

I went into my home made torture room for my next plans.

After ten minutes, I dug out a long pit (about Angela's height and half a metre extra) and opened the trap door next to it.

I went down the trap door and as I climbed down the ladder, I eyed the pit I had dug through the glass panes I had inserted into the ground. I'll be looking forward to watch Angela suffer in 'Hell'. I opened another trap door and placed a group of twigs and sticks at the bottom of the pit. Angela will die painfully, and that'll be entertainment for me.

I climbed back up the ladder and out from the trap door.

Just as I was climbing out, I heard a groan.

Excellent.

It was time to end Angela's life. I had been itching to injure Angela's wound with more venom for a much more excruciating death.

I advanced upon Angela.

"Edward?" she mumbled, confused. "What's going on? What happened to me? What was in the tea you gave me to drink?"

"Don't worry," I murmured. "Everything will be okay. You'll live through this and go to a happier place and live a happier life. I had hoped we would spend more time together, but God didn't want that. God knew what's best for us."

"God does?"

"Yes, God knows what he's doing. He wants you in a better place."

"I'm free?"

"You will be. Soon. Come. Can you stand up? It won't be long before you can leave. I'll lead you to the door if you want."

I helped Angela up and gently led her to the pit.

"Where are we?" said Angela, dazed. "This isn't the door!"

"Of course it is!" I snapped, holding her a centimetre away from the pit. "This is the door of your goddamn fate! This is the entrance to Hell! You committed sin by wanting money! Lots of it! Oh yes, you'll get your freedom, but I don't think it's the freedom you wanted! You wanted to dob me in, do you? I'm sorry to tell you this, but that's not possible!"

I stabbed Angela's wound with a pair of sharp scissors.

Angela screamed.

Finally she had woken up and embraced the truth that she will never be going home, she'll never receive the money I promised her and she'll never see the light of day again. She'll realise soon enough that she'll meet her Maker.

I harshly pushed her into the pit, her screams echoing through the pit the further down she went. I laughed evilly.

I went down the trap door and reached the bottom of the pit.

"Let me out!" screeched Angela, banging the glass panes. "Let me out! You have no right to hold me here! Let me out! Please!"

Ah, Angela had lost her sweetness and gentle act.

I had always thought her demure behaviour was an act of some sort and here's the proof! Finally I can watch her die with justice! Lying and greed are great sins and now she'll enter mortal Hell and soon her soul will go through Hell itself!

I opened the small trap door in the glass pane and pulled out a matchbox.

"NO!" screamed Angela, banging her hands against the glass. "Please don't hurt me! Please! I won't lie to you again! I mean it!"

Fat chance.

I will never believe the words of a sinner.

I lit a match and slipped it onto a nearby stick in the pit. Angela screamed again and pressed her back against the glass.

I laughed and lit another stick on fire.

I closed the small trap door and watched Angela cough as smoke began rising in the air of the pit. This is getting very entertaining! The pit's tall and squishy, and there's no way Angela can avoid being burnt to death, well, her feet at least.

As I thought, Angela soon discovered (rather slowly) that there was no way she could escape being burnt, so she gave up.

Very wise decision if you ask me.

She stood still and allowed the fire to lick her feet.

The small fire crept slowly up Angela's feet and soon were crackling happily on Angela's calves and then slowly they moved onto her knees and sluggishly onto her legs. In a couple of minutes time, half of Angela's body will be all burnt up.

I patiently watched Angela burn to death, and noticed that her wound was open (thanks to the stab I

gave her) and bleeding. It must be agony.

Twenty minutes later, Angela's screaming stopped and her body crumpled against the wall lifelessly. I pressed my face against the glass pane.

Angela had been burnt badly.

Very badly.

From the wound, all her blood had dried up and and her veins were burnt too bad to continue streaming blood throughout her body. It won't be long until Angela fully dies. I looked closer at her and noticed that she stopped moving.

I opened the bigger trap door in the glass pane and threw a bucket of water onto the flames, hoping that Angela's dead.

Once the smoke cleared the air, I stepped into the pit.

I bent over and looked at Angela's face.

She's dead.

Her entire body (excluding her face) had been smouldered by flames and like any ordinary human, she couldn't survive it.

Angela died with an expression of pure horror and fear.

I opened another door and pressed the elevator button (I had built and elevator a few weeks before) and waited for the elevator to come down. As I waited, I put on my gloves and carefully pulled up Angela's body by her grotesquely burnt arms.

Both arms have been burnt so badly that some of her skin had been burnt off and some of her flesh had also been burnt.

I dragged the body into the elevator and pressed the 'up' button.

I felt a little queasy and apprehensive at the thought of my next couple of moves. I have just murdered a girl and is holding the body right now.

What if her parents call the police?

What am I to do with the body?

There was only one solution; get rid of the body.