Chapter IX

Edward Cullen

William screamed as the knife horizontally cut through his chest. I made sure the wound was deep enough to let blood flow out, but not deep enough to kill him.

I was just getting started!

There's no way I'll let him die so easily.

"Doesn't it feel good?" I purred. "A little bit of pain at the beginning, and the warm feeling of blood trickling on your skin after that. Such a relaxing feeling. Blood isn't only a great ingredient, but it's a great soothing cream, don't you think?"

William moaned in pain.

I looked at his face, and was angry to see that he closed his eyes.

"You made a mistake," I growled.

William's eyes flew open.

"What did I do?" he said fearfully.

"Exactly what your predecessor did," I said nastily. "I would be enjoying myself more with your eyes wide open, instead of closed."

William shook his head vigorously.

"Fine," I said, getting more and more excited. "Have it your way."

I went to my room and came back with the eye stapler.

Without regretting my actions, I stapled William's eyes like how I stapled Angela's. William reacted the same way as Angela did.

Last time I stapled Angela's eyes, I wasn't certain about it.

I had felt a sense of remorse, but this time, I felt high-alcoholic or sugary high-and happy. I even poked William's eyeball.

He tried to punch me back, but his fingers were numb.

I laughed.

"You psycho!" he screamed.

"Save your breath," I smirked. "You don't want to die with a sore throat, now do you? If I am you, I wouldn't talk at all! The blood will run away from you quicker. If you like your eyes stapled so much, then keep screaming. In fact, keep screaming. I have the urge to staple your lips together too. If you don't want that to happen, then SHUT UP! I haven't stapled anyone's lips up before, so this would be interesting. I'm guessing that there'll be a lot of blood!"

William gulped and was silent.

I was pleased, but a little disappointed.

I had wanted to staple his lips together and collect the blood for my next meal.

"Let's have another line," I sneered. "How about here?"

I sliced another line (this time vertically) through the previous wound, both lines meeting in the centre of William's chest.

William tried to stay silent.

More blood slowly trickled from the wound.

I slit another line diagonally across the wound, watching and laughing as the blood leaked out from another wound entrance/exit.

I did it again (diagonally across the opposite side) and more blood flowed out.

William couldn't contain himself and cried out in agony.

I paused.

An evil grin slowly spread on my face.

"Please don't!" begged William. "I didn't mean too! I couldn't help myself! Please! Have mercy! Or at least let me pray to God first!"

I smiled.

Just smiled.

I pulled out a pair of dirty scissors (the same ones I used on Angela).

William screamed and tried to squirm away from me as I edged closer to him. It was hilarious watching

him squirm like a little worm! Once William dies, I'll be picking up Jasper's look alike from Forks Hospital without wasting time.

"Infection spreads through bacteria," I said nastily.

"Please," said William helplessly.

"Right now, thanks to my venom, your blood is as black as coal, not as red as a rose. Why not add a nice colour of brown to it? It's all very simple. All I have to do, is stick this pair of scissors into the centre of the wounds I gave you."

"I'm begging you! Please don't!"

"I know you're begging me. You've been doing that for a while now."

William whimpered in fear.

I slowly stabbed the scissors into the wound.

I had made sure to leave the scissors midway between his heart and skin. William will die in pain and agony. And he'll die slowly.

"I'll be back," I said, watching him. "It won't be long."

"Take it out…" moaned William.

"Not now. It's not your time to die just yet. Try not to talk or scream too much. It won't bring you any advantages. Only pain."

"Take…"

"I'll be back for you."

I left my house and went to the car.

There's a boy in Forks Hospital that resembled Jasper so strongly, that I felt I had to take him, or my life would be over. William had satisfied me enough in taking out revenge on Carlisle. Now my lust of revenge turned to Jasper, the brother who promised to be with me, to support me, the vampire who deserted me in my hour of need.

I drove to Forks Hospital and met the same nurse who gave me the 'plant' machine.

"Want more money, my friend?" I called.

The nurse hurried to my car.

"What do you need, Mr Cullen?" she said breathlessly.

Probably she viewed me as her saviour.

I would actually prefer to be viewed as a saviour rather than the fugitive son of the well-known and successful Dr Carlisle Cullen.

"A list of every patient, overnight and during the day," I told her. "With photos of each patient. I'll give you a million dollars and a thousand for your silence. You see, I don't want my father to know. He doesn't approve of my doctoral skills."

"Of course!" exclaimed the nurse and hurried off.

I sat lazily in my car and smiled ruefully.

It's always good to have someone to rely on. Someone to do your dirty deeds without questioning the legality of it.

I might be giving away large sums of money, but it'll be worth it.

If I run out, I can always raid another bank.

Being a single, lone vampire has plenty of good aspects. I had never owned a lot of cash when I was living with Carlisle. He had kept us broke and almost penniless, forcing us to rely on him and beg him for cash when we need it.

It was humiliating beyond belief.

Actually, it was only me he kept broke and penniless.

Unsurprisingly, Rosalie was given the most money out of the five of us.

It was hard to be angry at Jasper. Even if he betrayed me a couple of years ago, he had a rebellious attitude like mine, but kept it more under control, and Alice helped him control it. If only I had a sister who would love me more than anyone else in the family, maybe this wouldn't have happened. If Carlisle hadn't kept me penniless, this wouldn't have happened.

Thinking of a loyal and loving sister, I wondered if I'll ever have a girlfriend or a wife.

The females I had seen, weren't attractive, or there was something about them that disgusts me. I have

only one type of woman in my dreams and fantasies, and she didn't match any of the girls I had met or seen in my life (even if it's over a century). If I see the woman of my dreams during my murder spree, I would stop killing humans that represent members of my former life, change her to a vampire, and begin my own coven.

The Edwardian Coven.

Named after me.

The woman of my dreams has large chocolate brown eyes (widely spaced), long, straight mahogany brown hair (a little shorter than waist length would be nice), a heart-shaped face with a wide forehead, a thin nose and prominent cheekbones.

Her lips must be fuller than her thin, slim jaw line and her eyebrows darker than her hair.

The girl of my dreams has pale, white complexion (like a vampire's complexion) and something uniquely alluring about her.

I sighed out loud.

There'll never be a girl of my dreams.

If there is, she'll never love me; she'll run away from me in fright.

The nurse returned with the list I wanted.

"Thank you," I said, giving her a winning smile. "You and I should get together someday. Who knows? I think we'll hit off to a great start. Here's the money as I promised. I'll give you the rest a little later. Can you come back in let's say, fifteen minutes? I'd like some alone time for a while. To study this list privately, for potential patients."

"Of course!" said the nurse, squealing with joy.

She left happily.

If I was still in high school, I would've scored at least an A Plus in drama. Pretending to love a degraded nurse isn't easy.

Bella Swan

Being the daughter of a Police Chief, I should be able to stand the sight of blood and gore, but somehow, they still make me queasy.

I felt like I was about to cry, while comforting the Webers.

Comforting is never easy.

Charlie was so busy with this new case, that he had no time for me. I decided to visit my friend Mike Newton, who I had met a few years ago. The last time I saw him, he was a star on every sports team I knew of, and I haven't seen him in a while.

I caught the bus to his house and saw his mother sobbing.

"Mrs Newton!" I called. "Are you alright? What happened?"

"My Mike!" Mrs Newton sobbed. "My poor, little boy! He was whacked on the head by a bat! He's in hospital! He's unconscious!"

I immediately grew concerned.

Mike and I have been good friends (with Angela and a few others), and I had already lost Angela. Pray to God that Mike will recover.

"I'll go and visit him," I told Mrs Newton.

I hailed a cab and rushed to Forks Hospital.

"Miss Swan!" said the secretary, surprised. "I didn't expect you here today! Is your father here? Is there an inspection of some sort?"

"No," I assured her. "I'm here on a visit. I want to see Mike Newton?"

"Ah yes. Poor Mike Newton. Unfortunately, he won't be able to talk today."

"I heard that he's unconscious."

"Still is. His poor mother is grieving. Like she would never see him again. At least one of our best doctors is tending to him. Mike might have a chance to survive. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you see Mike. Have you heard of Dr Carlisle Cullen?"

"Unfortunately, no. I haven't been in Forks in a while. I've been living with my mother in Phoenix, and I

just moved back here a couple of weeks ago. I'll take your word that this Dr Carlisle Cullen is one of the best doctors Forks can offer, and Mike is in his capable hands. What room is he in? I'd like to see him, even if he's unconscious."

"Of course, Miss Swan. Please wait a moment."

She picked up the phone and dialled a couple of numbers. She motioned for me to sit down on an available chair.

I sat down and waited patiently.

I never realised until now, that many people knew who I am.

While I waited for the room number, I stared out the window, and saw a stunning blonde haired girl next to a silver Ferrari, murmuring quietly to another guy (presumably her boyfriend). She seemed to be tall, with the perfect physique of a model. She must be from a rich and powerful family, which is an attraction for most men.

I felt a pang of jealousy.

I wished I was tall, more beautiful, and less clumsy. I wished my straight, brown hair would turn into wavy, goldish-blonde hair.

Why do all the girls with golden or blonde hair attract the hottest guys around?

I had hoped to attract the eye of at least one guy when I arrived at Forks (the Phoenix guys are too buff and tanned for my liking), but no guy had looked at me twice. Some didn't even look at me once. Will I be a spinster when I grow up?

"Miss Swan?" said the secretary, interrupting my thoughts. "Dr Cullen said that you're welcome to go and visit Mike Newton. He's in the Teen Ward."

I thanked her and went to the lift.

I arrived at the Teen Ward and went in.

Inside, there was a tall, slim man with muscular build.

He had tousled bronze hair, and golden eyes. I had never seen a man as god-like or handsome as this Dr Cullen in my life. I wonder why I haven't heard of him before! I was surprised that the secretary had neglected to mention that Dr Cullen isn't as old as other doctors! I wondered if Dr Cullen would agree to be my future doctor.

"Dr Cullen, I'm Isabella Swan," I said shyly. "I'm here to see Mike."

"Of course," said Dr Cullen smoothly. "Hello Miss Swan. I'm not Dr Cullen. That's my father. I'm Edward, and I've graduated with medical degrees. My father's busy with a more difficult operation right now, so I'm in charge of Mr Newton at the moment. His wound is pretty bad, and is living on life support. We're trying to persuade his mother to agree to allow us to remove his life support. We tried everything, and there's no chance for him to survive. It's quite pessimistic news, but that's all I can tell you, I'm afraid. I'm sure he'll love to see his girlfriend though."

"I'm not his girlfriend."

"Oh? That's quite surprising. An attractive girl like you, with no boyfriend?"

"Dr Cullen," said a nurse, standing at the door. "There's a call for you from Mrs Newton. It's quite urgent. Oh, you're not Dr Cullen!"

"It's alright," said Edward calmly. "I'm Edward Cullen. I've been authorised to take care of Mike Newton until my father returns."

He nodded to me and went out of the room.

I sat on the chair and stared at Mike.

Guiltily, I couldn't help but think of Edward Cullen, while looking at Mike.

Edward returned.

"What happened?" I couldn't help asking.

"Mrs Newton had agreed in having her son's life support taken away," said Edward, glancing at Mike sympathetically. "That's unfortunate and fortunate."

Mike's eyes fluttered open.

"Mike!" I said, shocked. "I thought you'll die!"

Mike grasped my hand. He couldn't speak, but his eyes were looking straight at me.

"I'm leaving Earth," his eyes were telling me. "My time is up. My life was a good life. I had many

successes in those sports teams, and I had many friends, including you. I wished we could spend more time together. You, me, Angela, Jessica, Eric. Tell them I said goodbye, would you? First Angela, now me. I hope no one else will die."

"I will," I whispered. "I promise I will."

Mike smiled faintly.

"He'll be dead in five seconds once the life support is gone," said Edward softly. "I hope you said your final farewell to him."

He gently pulled the plug out.

Mike Newton breathed his last, and slipped into eternal sleep.

"I'm sorry, Isabella," said Edward awkwardly. "I'm very sorry for your friend. The hit to his head was very hard. I don't want to say this, but from the moment he was taken in here, he had no chance of survival at all."

"It's alright," I said, a tear slipping down my cheek. "Please, call me Bella."

"Bella."

"Thank you. I prefer being called Bella rather than my full first name. I'd better go and tell my other friends what happened."

"Good bye Bella."

"Good bye Edward. I hope we see each other again."

Edward Cullen

I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

The girl of my dreams came true! She's alive! She wasn't a segment of my dreams and fantasies! She's a real, human girl!

All the risks I went through was worth it!

I had drugged Carlisle's cup of coffee and locked him in his car (taking the key with me) and drove him to the street of his house, taken over his minor job of looking after Mike Newton, injected Mike with a drug that'll make him look dead, but in reality, he's unconscious, and doing all this, I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen!

Isabella Swan's the girl of my dreams.

Isabella Swan's the right girl to be my future mate.

Isabella Swan's the only one who'll stop me from killing anymore people.

Isabella Swan's my girl for life.

She matched everything I want in a girl. There was even something alluring and striking about her that I thought a girl would never have! Somehow, Isabella blocked me from reading her thoughts. That was powerfully attractive to me.

Bella…she wanted me to call her Bella…

Does that mean she feels the same way about me? Does Bella like me as much as I like her? Will she agree to be a vampire like me?

I snapped myself out my thoughts.

I have a body to get rid off at home, and another victim ready to die right next to me. I was glad I had the common sense to turn off the security cameras before I set my plan into action. I placed the sleeping Mike onto a gurney and threw white blankets over him.

I wheeled him to my car and opened the boot of my car.

I carefully placed him in the boot and closed it.

Judging by the time, I won't be able to return the gurney and get out of here before the drug dies out from Mike's system.

I went into my car and rang for the desperate nurse again.

"Hello my sweetness," I said, smiling when she appeared. "Can you do me another favour? I'll make it up to you later. I promise I will."

"What?" she said at once.

"Can you put this gurney back where it was in the hospital? I'm kinda running out of time. You know, a

patient might die at any moment. If you can, we'll be discussing dinner places and times tonight. It'll all be my treat. You won't have to pay a thing."

I winked.

"Of course!" said the nurse, beaming.

"What's your name, by the way?" I asked.

"Jenny."

"Well, Jenny! I suppose it's safe to say that we'll be getting closer together over the next few days? As in, very close? You have my number."

Jenny (what a horrid name compared to Isabella!) grabbed the gurney and wheeled it out. Her thoughts were all happy.

When she disappeared, I shuddered.

In the whole conversation, I was picturing Jenny as my Bella.

I drove off, back to my lair, and couldn't stop thinking of Bella. If I wasn't a vampire, I would've asked her out already. Since I am, that's a totally different story. Thinking about that, I grew angrier at Carlisle for changing me into a vampire.

William will be the one I'll take my anger on.

A huge thanks to Team Edward Rules All for helping me with the descriptions of Edward and Bella! Please review! The more you review, the more I know you like the story! :)