Chapter VII
Edward Cullen
It was hilarious watching old, Reverend Weber having a heart attack. I would be lying if I said it was sad, but to be truthful, it was more than hilarious!
The guy just gasped when he saw the contents of the box, clutched his heart, began choking and breathing heavily and had trouble walking. He dropped the box, froze for a moment and dropped onto the ground, instantly dead.
I had some trouble containing my laughter.
I doubled over and bit my tongue to keep myself silent.
From behind the bushes on the ground, I watched Bishop Weber murmur a quick prayer while looking at Angela's head.
I knew it was time to leave when he pulled out his phone.
One thing I don't want to do in my long life, is being caught by the police and spending all of eternity serving time for murdering Angela (in their eyes). In my view, I justifiably tested Angela for her sins by giving her a little taste of Hell and she unfortunately died during the process of it. It wasn't my fault she was such a weakling!
I silently crept away and returned to my house.
I covered the trap door with a Persian rug and made sure that room was decorated well (in case someone like a Health Inspector comes around snooping).
I made a mental note to myself to renovate the house and make it look more appealing rather than sinister and evil.
Knowing that I might forget, I wrote it on my calendar.
I could be such a fish sometimes.
I chuckled to myself and pulled out my sketches for my renovation plans. I had decided to close up my basement by changing the door into a bookshelf (thus making the basement a secret room) and repainting my house and fixing up the garden.
It would be a lot of work for me to do, but I could always hire maids, painters, gardeners since I'm very rich after the bank robbery and I can always pretend to be a nobleman who moved to Forks after being exiled or something.
I decided to make myself Count Edward of Mortain and my cover story being that I was unmarried and looking for a wife in Forks, and staying close to my Forks cousins, in which one of them would 'succeed' me as the 'Count of Mortain'. Probably that'll win me a couple of gardeners, painters, house keepers and builders that are efficient.
I wrote down my needing for a gardener, house keeper, painter and builder in the newspaper and it wasn't long before I received a phone call.
"Hello?" I said crisply.
"This is George Newton," said the voice at the other end. "You requested for a builder in the newspapers today? I live in Forks and I run a building business. My nephew and I will be glad to assist you in your renovation plans."
"What's your price?"
"One hundred per room each. It's quite a fair deal. We also have one request."
"Which is?"
"Since you're the Count of Mortain, I was hoping that you can help me. My sister Eleanor's unmarried, and we're hoping for her to marry well. Can you help her find a wealthy husband? He doesn't have to be a nobleman, but just rich."
"Very well. Maybe I'll check with my brother."
"Good. When would you like me to come? I'm available at any time this week. If you want, I can bring my team with me."
"How much do I pay them?"
"Oh, about thirty dollars per room? I'll handle the rest of the money."
"Alright. How about tomorrow?"
"You got it. I'll be there at nine with my team. Do you already have renovation plans or do you want me
to bring papers and sketch material to help? That'll be free of charge (sketching renovation plans have always been free of charge), and it'll be easier if you have a map of your house for us. That way we can work quicker."
"I already have the renovation plans."
"Oh! That's good!"
"I'll make sure that you and your team will each get a map of my house. Now how much members of your team are there?"
"Seven."
"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."
I hung up.
I decided to inject William with anaesthetic tomorrow to keep him silent while George Newton and his team work near that part of the house. I'll build the bookshelf part myself today to avoid questions asked by them tomorrow.
I might visit William another day.
Right now, I'm too busy to enjoy torturing William (while thinking about my hatred for Carlisle), but there'll be plenty of time for that later.
I wonder if William will meet the same nasty end as Angela did.
Thinking about Carlisle made me angrier than ever.
If he hadn't bugged me about my school reports, and kept me prisoner for ages, I would never have kidnapped Angela, I wouldn't have burnt her to death and the police won't have been summoned and I wouldn't have to hide evidence!
Killing Angela was fun, but a little distasteful.
I felt a pang of regret when I thought about the times when Alice and I played chess, knowing that it'll never end, due to my ability in reading her thoughts and her ability in seeing what'll happen in my future in our games of chess.
I convinced myself that Angela deserved punishment on behalf of Alice who tattletaled on me. She deserved to die.
Half of me enjoyed killing Angela and watching her family suffer, but the other half of me was apprehensive and thought that burning her and stabbing her wound was pretty gory and painful. I felt uncertain of what to do with William.
If I let him go, I'll be arrested in five minutes.
If I keep him, I can take all the revenge on him as I want, while pretending he's Carlisle. William Wellington will be my Carlisle.
I went down to the basement to see him.
"William," I said, eyeing my victim. "How are you? Is the food up to your satisfaction? Is there anything you need or something?"
"Why am I here?" he spat.
"It's a long story," I said, glancing around his room. "I see that you enjoyed playing chess! I'm afraid I can't get you an opponent just yet. Don't worry. I'll get you a chess opponent some day. It won't be long, maybe you can perfect your skill."
"Let me go!"
"Why? I know that you live in relative poverty with your family. You have many siblings and half-siblings and your parents don't have enough for all of you!"
"So what?"
"You always wanted to live in a wealthy household and be treated like a Prince, but thanks to your mother's marriages, you're in a poor house. Your mother could only give you and your siblings two dollars fifty cents per month as pocket money. In a whole year, you earn around thirty dollars and what can you purchase with that? Not a lot."
"What's your point? At least I know my family members won't kidnap me and keep me prisoner in a small room in a basement!"
"Come on William! You and I both know that you share a room with your brothers Richard and Stefan and it's tiny. Around the same size as this room, but very squishy. Your brothers hogged most of your room because they're older, and you never had your mother's affections. I know that you hated your half-siblings above all."
"So what? They still won't kidnap me!"
"Enjoy your stay here. Please. Your predecessor discovered my generosity a little too late. I advise you to enjoy yourself while you can. You step across the line, you won't want to meet her fate. Believe me for that. You really don't want to meet her fate."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Language, my dear boy. Language. You won't want to swear in my presence. Behave like a good boy, you get treated well."
William was silent.
I smiled.
"Anything you would like?" I said again.
"No," he said quietly. "I'm fine. This is a good room. Thanks. I'll just take a nap or something. What happened to my predecessor?"
"You don't want to know."
"I do!"
"If you insist…she wouldn't believe what I'm capable of and crossed me a couple of times. At the end, she realised that it would be better in my good books rather than be in my bad books, but at that time, it was already too late."
"And?"
"What's there to tell?"
"How did she die?"
"Now that's another story. An unpleasant story."
"Please tell me! I need to know what happened to the girl who was here before me! Pease! I really need to know what happened."
"If you insist…"
"I do! I do!"
"Very well. She pissed me off badly. I found out that she lied to me. Lying is a sin. I may have kidnapped you, but I'm still religious. I hate it when people lie to me and the girl deserved to be punished. I decided to give her a little taste of Hell."
"What did you do to her?"
"I told you. I gave her a little taste of Hell."
"Yeah, I know. What kind of Hell did you put her into? How did she die? What happened? Can you tell me everything please?"
"Since you asked so nicely, I will. I had stabbed the girl with my venom a couple of days before her death, and stapled up her eyes. After that, I stabbed her wound again with a pair of scissors and burnt her to death, which was fair."
"Your venom?"
"Oh, my bad. I haven't told you what I am. Can you guess?"
"A snake? Or half snake?"
"You think I'm half snake? Is there anything snakey about me? Do I slither around on the ground and hiss at people?"
"Well, no…"
"Then guess again."
"A scorpion? Or half scorpion?"
"I remind you of a scorpion now? May I ask how that I remind you of a scorpion? Or is your imagination very broad to an average human?"
"You said that you have poison or venom. A scorpion has that."
"Just because I have venom doesn't mean that I have to be a scorpion! Scorpions have stings! Do I have any stings that you can see?"
"No…"
"You're wasting my time I might as well tell you what I am!"
"Wait! Let me guess again! I'm sure that this answer's right!"
"I doubt it!"
"You're an evil unicorn!"
I stared at him, shocked, annoyed, irritated, angry, frustrated and furious at the fact that this stupid boy didn't get the hints of me being a vampire!
Seriously!
How hard is it to miss seeing my symptoms of being a vampire? I even have the typical characteristics that a stereo-typical vampire (like Dracula) has, and this ignorant, idiotic boy still couldn't open his eyes and see what I am!
I was deathly pale, I have wicked, Ruby-red eyes and two pure white fangs.
All of them are symptoms of being a vampire!
How the Hell did William think I'm an evil unicorn? Unicorns don't have poison! They can't change other animals or people into evil unicorns!
Sensing my displeasure, William threw himself at my feet.
"Please don't hurt me!" he begged. "I'm really nervous! I didn't mean to call you an evil unicorn! My brain isn't working very well today!"
I wished Carlisle would be on his knees in front of me.
I'd love to see Carlisle pleading for his life at my feet, and myself considering whether I should torture him, kill him or let me live. I would pretend to think very hard about my decision, but I would've already made up my mind to torture him.
"I'm a vampire," I said, staring at him in the eye.
To my delight and pleasure, there was fear in William's eyes as he swallowed the news that he was kidnapped by a vampire.
"Just wait a moment," I said, and left the room.
William Wellington
I couldn't believe my ears.
I hadn't been kidnapped by a random hobo guy who wanted me for his ah, enjoyment (cough, cough), or an evil mastermind that wants me for ransom, or a collector who wants me to be part of his collection, but was abducted by a vampire.
No, he's not a vampire.
He's just saying that to freak me out.
There's no such thing as vampires…no such thing as vampires…
The more I thought about it, the more I doubted my theory and believed that this creep is telling the truth that he's a vampire.
He does have pale skin, red eyes and I think fangs…
But could he be a very pale British man with red contacts and teeth problems? That can explain for his vampire symptoms…
But then again, I never saw him in broad daylight.
The closest I saw him in daytime was this morning, and it was rainy.
Could this man be crazy or delusional?
That's it!
Only a paranoid, delusional man would believe and take up the persona of being a vampire in this much detail and precision!
The guy returned with a kit.
"Hey," I said cautiously. "I changed my mind. I don't think you're a vampire. Your costume and make up are very good, but there's no way you're a vampire."
"Oh?" said the guy, sitting down on the chair and looking at me, his eyebrows raised. "Why don't you think I'm a vampire and think I'm an evil unicorn?"
"No one can be a vampire. Vampires don't exist. They never did."
"And why do you think that I'm an evil unicorn then? If vampires theoretically don't exist, then unicorns
and evil unicorns don't exist either. If I'm not a vampire or an evil unicorn, then what am I? Tell me what I am…please."
"A delusional man who's under the impression that he's a vampire and he'll die if he doesn't drink any blood or eat any humans."
"A delusional man?"
"Yeah, a crazy guy who has no idea what he's doing."
I was a little uncertain of what will happen next. I shouldn't have made the accusation like that. I should've said it a little later.
"A delusional, crazy man," said the guy thoughtfully. "Let me tell you a story."
I bit my lip.
I didn't like the look of this.
"Once upon a time," he began. "There was a doctor who lived by himself and joined in the weekly witch and vampire hunts with his neighbours. He was obsessed with catching vampires and witches. One day, he came upon a real vampire, and he froze on the spot. He didn't know what to do. The stake he was holding, dropped onto the ground. The garlic was no more. The doctor didn't have anything else to defend himself with. His fellow hunters were miles away, and he was all alone with the vampire. The vampire knew all about the local vampire and witch hunts, and was only delighted to meet a defenceless hunter, who was all alone. Do you know what happened?"
I shook my head.
The guy leant forward and looked at me in the eye.
"The hunter became the hunted," he whispered.
I was silent.
The man threw his head in the air and began laughing, no, cackling. His evil cackling sent continuous shivers down my spine.
"BWAHAHAHA!" he cackled. "That doctor never saw the light of day again! And I meant that literally! !"
I was more scared than ever.
"You know what he's most proud of?" continued the crazy man, still laughing maniacally. "His hands! He is most proud of his hands! Especially his right hand!"
"Why?" I said curiously.
"His right hand's the hand he uses for injecting people in hospital!" said the man, choking with laughter that seemed to be continuing forever. "That doctor became an outcast after he was turned into a vampire, but he regained his position as a doctor! He trained himself not to drink humans, but his favourite profession is injecting people!"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you remind me strongly of him! Now that leads to the second part of my story. I was dying of some influenza, and that stupid doctor couldn't resist himself and transformed me into a blood thirsty, creature of the night!"
"Vampires don't exist."
"You stupid boy! Stop interrupting me! As I was saying, I had the option of dying as a human, or living for eternity as a vampire. Not having a say in choosing my life, that doctor (without even consulting me!) changed me into a vampire because he was lonely. He made himself my guardian (which I didn't want) and made it his duty to teach me the ways of being a 'veggie vamp'. I always had the thirst for blood, even when I trained myself to be a 'veggie vamp'. There was nothing that can block me from being a true blood vampire that drinks human blood!"
I had to admit, the theory of being a vampire was more likely now.
As if he was reading my thoughts, the guy smirked.
"Believe me now?" he sneered. "As in truly believe me? Not I-believe-you-because-I-want-to-live believing, but more like the I-truly-believe-you one?"
"I suppose so," I admitted. "But you sound like you know this person! The way you say it is like you admire and hate him at the same time! How can you know this guy? I don't even know your name! Are you telling me that there's more vampires here and you're not the only one? What's a 'veggie vamp'? I never heard of it before! Does it have anything to do with vampires and their diet or something? I thought all vampires drink human blood."
"You're pretty ignorant and stupid then."
"Seriously, who are you?"
"I see that we've settled the judgement that I am a vampire, and now you're planning to get on first name terms, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Might as well tell you. You can't escape from here anyway. Even if you do make it out of this basement, that'll be the least of your problems. You'll have to get out of my house, and I can promise you that it'll be harder than you think."
"Okay…"
"Even when you die, hopefully you'll remember my name forever. Whenever my name's mentioned in your afterlife, it'll send shivers down your spine…"
I was getting a little freaked out.
"My name," continued the guy. "Is Edward Cullen. That story I told you, was a true story. That doctor, claims he's my foster father, but in truth, he isn't. I don't believe he is. He's Dr Carlisle Cullen, and he's worshipped as a saint and life saver by my foster siblings and my wicked foster mother, Esme. What I just said, will never leave this room."
He glared at me, daring me to challenge him.
I was too tired, scared, miserable and confused to argue back. What I just heard was too much to take in for now. Hopefully this is a bad dream.
Hopefully when I wake up the next day, all this would go away and I would've convinced myself that this never happened and I would be in bed, listening to my brothers' snoring or watching the sunlight slowly seep into the room.
I closed my eyes, praying this would be over soon.