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Chapter: 58
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The path was dirt and Bella and I tread carefully in our heeled sandals, still holding hands. I hadn't pressed her for details regarding her plans because, honestly, I love a good show. I wanted her to surprise me.
The jungle was green and sultry, the trees a gangly colony of palms and nutmeg with twisted limbs all covered in jade green moss and chained together with vines like the fossilized husks of ancient prisoners. The vegetation was closely grown and from above small birds leered and croaked in the steamy orange sunset. There wasn't a drop of sweat on either of us but the heat and humility had a soothing effect, rendering us soft and languid, calm, prepared for anything. The foliage rustled with wildlife but we didn't see anything. I wondered if the coven hunted on the island. It was certainly large enough. Bella and I, of course, would be going abroad for our hunts, unless the Cullens were happy to part with any of their servants.
The rainforest soon began to thin and the sun was still in the process of setting when we came upon the bluff.
Bella stopped and I stopped as well. The sky was a bleeding portrait of red seeping out of purple clouds like some beautiful disease spread across the sky. The dull roll of surf could be heard as waves lapped up against the rocks. The cliffside extended in a small peninsula of rock, like a rampart against the sea, and standing at the end of this stone jetty was a man in a white shirt that was made of silk and loose enough to flutter against his form in the warm wind. He had his back to us. Facing the sunset. It was difficult to make out the color of his hair from this distance, silhouetted against the sun as her was, but it was easy enough to recognize.
Edward.
A smile spread over my mouth as if I were happy to see him. And perhaps I was. All this time I had wanted to avoid it but since arriving on the island things had been progressing most interestingly. I had been afraid of drama and boredom but now I was positive the drama wouldn't be boring at all. I glanced at Bella. Her hand was loose in mine and she was staring across the distance at this man who used to be her boyfriend. She wore a smile similar to my own and her eyes were sparkling in the last of the sun and all but teeming with evil intent. When we had first met she had hoped this man would come rescue her but this wasn't that same girl who had been abducted by an evil vampire. This was a girl who had become an evil vampire herself.
So far the man hadn't noticed us. He just stood there at the cliffside with an air of melodrama, like a young poet contemplating suicide, still as a statue in his windswept clothes. Bella turned to me and her smile grew and then she tossed her chin.
"Hide behind those rocks," she whispered. "You'll know when to come out."
I smiled at her and nodded and let go of her hand to begin moving away. The rock formation was tall and wide and two seagulls perched on the crest. They flew up as I took a hiding place behind the rocks and called out with loud shrieks as if to warn the man of danger but the man did not turn around.
From behind the rocks I had a perfect view of the scene in profile, both of them side on, Bella facing the man and the man facing out to sea. Bella had waited till I was in position and now she took a deep breath and shook her head to shake away the smirk and jiggled her hands and limbs to loosen them up like a method actress merging into character. She had her head down and she took another breath before opening her eyes and looking up. She had never had any actual acting lessons, of course, but she was a passable little thespian, and she did indeed seem to recapture that innocence of face and eyes that she wore so well as a human.
Slowly now she came forward to where the cliffside extended in a small stone jetty. I crouched down behind the rocks, smiling, just barely my eyes showing. Bella glanced once at me, a flicker of out of character evil in her eyes, and then back to the man. Edward. She took another deep breath and then finally she spoke.
"Hello, Edward," she said.
The greeting was crystal clear in the red humid evening. It gave even me chills. I couldn't imagine the effect it had on this man who never thought he'd ever hear that voice again. The voice of the girl he loved. Loved with all his heart. Loved so much that he simply hadn't been able to live without her.
At first he didn't move other than a slight lift of his head. He had been looking down at the ocean. Now he was looking at the red and bleeding sky. For a moment he stood like that, stunned immobile, thinking perhaps that he was hearing things, that his mind was playing tricks on him. Then slowly he turned.
They came face to face just as the sun made its final decent. A dim orange gloom fell over the island, a romantic ambience for the reunited lovers. Well. Ostensibly, at least.
I could see them both and the lighting and the distance did nothing to diminish the scene. I could see every expression, every emotion on their faces. Edward was stunned. His mouth was open and his amber eyes were wide. Bella saw his face and gave something of a shaky sigh in relief, as if she wasn't sure it would be him. Perfect. Exactly how a girl in her situation would react—assuming she actually loved him and wasn't secretly planning something humiliating and perhaps fatal for the poor boy.
Edward was moving forward, almost imperceptibly, like something pulled on a string. Tugged forward like something on rails, powerless, mesmerized. A large wave crashed on the cliffs below and his voice was almost swallowed up in the low boom.
"Bella?"
Bella smiled and again breathed in shakily, as if the sound of her name in his voice had a physical effect on her. It was brilliant, absolutely brilliant. She had barely began and I was already so impressed.
"Hi," she said. "Long time no see."
Edward was still moving forward, his eyes wide and fixed. In about ten paces he was only two feet away. He stopped and stared at her in the final light of the day, their faces like porcelain masks in the orange twilight.
"Is it you?" he asked in a whisper. "Is it really you?"
Bella smiled at him and nodded. "It's me."
Edward's eyes filled with phantom tears. Emotion was overwhelming him and then suddenly he threw his arms around Bella.
I smiled and bristled with possessiveness from my hiding spot. He was embracing her. My mate. Hugging her and squeezing her tight and all but sobbing into the crook of her neck. It was infuriating, of course, but perhaps a little touching as well. Bella was a special girl. I'm sure I would've reacted in exactly the same way in his position.
Bella accepted the hug and took the opportunity to shoot me a smirk over his shoulder. I smirked back and gave her a nod of encouragement, for her to do her worst. She nodded back and stood there while her old boyfriend continued to hold her and weep with gladness.
"Bella," he said. "Oh, Bella. I thought I was never going to see you again."
Bella chuckled softly. His embrace wrapped around her entire body, trapping her arms to her torso, but now she lifted her hands and placed them at his waist.
"Me either," she said.
Edward sobbed at the sound of her voice and hugged her tighter, tighter, tight enough to cause me to wonder if I might have to intervene early before he crushed her to powder.
The embrace continued for a long time, the two figures joined and silhouetted against the dark ashy orange of the sky, and Bella accepted it for as long she could before rolling her eyes and beginning to try and pry him away.
I smiled and watched as they carefully disengaged. Edward's face was a distraught mask of conflicting feelings and he finally now seemed to realize how improbable her appearance on this island was.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Bella smiled at him. "I came to see you, Edward."
"But how?" he asked in little more than a gasp. "How did you…?"
Bella was gazing up at him and now her smile became even warmer. "A lot's happened, Edward. After you and the others left, I met up with other vampires. Tanya and her coven had come searching for me. She knew how badly you regreted leaving me and knew nothing could help but to have me back again."
"Your eyes," he whispered, finally noticing. "They're…"
His hand was lifting in the air vaguely. Toward her cheek. She guided it there and held it to her face and blinked up at him with those pretty red eyes.
"They're red because I'm a newborn," she explained. "I asked her to turn me into a vampire. That way you have nothing to be afraid of anymore. From now on there's no reason we can't be together."
Edward stared at her with his brows slowly drawing together in some inner anguish and then suddenly he unhanded her cheek as if it were searing hot and spun away.
"No," he said. "No, this can't… I can't…"
Bella smiled and while his back was turned she gave me a little playful eye roll at his theatrics. I smiled and bit down a giggle. She was really so brilliant, the way she had flowed into the lie. Her plan was becoming clearer. She wanted to put his broken heart back together before obliterating it once more into tiny pieces.
Bella turned back to Edward and made a halting stepped toward him in anxiety.
"Edward?" she asked in a voice of concern. "Edward, what…?"
Edward turned back to her with a face full of sorrow. "I never wanted this for you, Bella. I never wanted you to be a vampire. To be a monster like me."
Bella looked at him firmly.
"I know you didn't," she said. "But I did."
Edward continued looking at her. The surf rolled and sprayed against the cliff. By now the stars were out and sparkling and most of a full moon was bright in the dark gray sky. Only a thin horizon of reddish dusk lay across the ocean in the distance.
For a long moment neither of them spoke. Bella stood there, looking at him as if she was determined to love him no matter what, and she really did look like some ultimate object of romantic fantasy, the skirts of her dress rustling against her long white legs, pale and darkhaired, beaming with beauty and bearing in her body promises of untold bliss and happiness. I couldn't even imagine the kind of desire that must've been coursing through Edward's veins.
Bella spoke next and her voice came out just as firm as before.
"I love you, Edward," she said. "You're the only person I've ever loved. The only person I want to be with. There isn't anything I wouldn't sacrifice to be with you. My home. My humanity. None of it matters. All that matters is you."
I had to cover my mouth to keep from giggling. Oh, lord.
She was laying it on a bit thick but he seem to be buying it and his face went even sadder. As if it pained him to cause such wanton feelings in so innocent a girl. Little did he know the corruption went quite a bit deeper in my little Bella. She was rotten all the way to her black little heart. Yet perfect on the outside like the skin of a shiny red apple. It wouldn't be until he bit into it until he discovered the decay inside.
Edward looked at her and shook his head sorrowfully.
"Bella, please," he said. "Don't do this."
"Don't do what?"
"I left you for your own good. You deserve so much better than me."
"There's no one better than you, Edward. You're everything to me."
"Bella…"
"No, Edward. There's no more excuses now. I became a vampire to be with you. Are you really going to reject me a second time? After everything I've done to find you again? After everything I've given up?"
Edward had no reply to give. You could see in his wracked yellow eyes how desperate he was to have her and how hard it was becoming to even remember why he had left her in the first place. She had done a terrific job negating the reasons of the break up. She was a vampire. She was strong. She was determined. If her feelings had been genuine it might actually have been a very touching scene.
Bella let his silence hang for a little bit and then she stepped toward him. They were only a yard or two apart and now she stood directly before him. Smaller. Slimmer. Clad in her thin summer dress and him in his white silk shirt. The stars awash over their heads in the smoky remains of the dusk. Bella raised a hand and she used that hand to touch his face.
Gently, cupping his cheek. I watched very closely. I wondered what that touch must feel like for her. Acting or not it had to have been a little peculiar.
"I know how much you've regretted leaving me," Bella whispered to him. "But it's okay. You thought you had to make every decision yourself but you don't have to. I can make my own decisions too. And this is what I decide. I love you, Edward. I love you with all my heart. Please tell me we can be together."
By now I felt like a woman watching a soap opera, breathless, excited. Bella's performance was so convincing I was almost actually rooting for them.
Edward's eyes were slowly softening in surrender and my heart actually warmed for the poor boy.
"You're right, Bella," he said. "I've been a fool. For so long I've raged against destiny, but I can't do it any longer. I love you. There's no life I could live without you. Please. Take me back and don't ever let me leave you again."
Bella smile twitched just slightly into a smirk and something glinted in her ruby eyes.
Triumph.
But she fought it back and remained in character.
"I won't, Edward," she whispered. "From now on, you belong to me."
Then she raised her face, slowly, romantically, and placed her lips on his.
Well.
The thrill that went through me was quite peculiar. I hadn't expected her to go so far with the act. For a brief moment I even suspected that maybe she hadn't been acting at all and perhaps it was my own heart to be shattered as she gave herself to her old boyfriend right in front of me. But as soon as their eyes were closed a little wrinkle of disgust appeared on her brow and I could breathe a little easier. Whew. Although, wow. I had never had any kind of cuck-fetish but that one brief moment of panic had been quite a turn on.
Still, I wondered how far she was going to go with the act. Surely she wasn't going to make love to him. She could hardly seem to stomach the kiss even though she had likely done it many times in the past. In any case, the man was very traditional, as I understood, and I doubt he'd want to do it out of wedlock.
His had had come up to cup her face and now he was deepening the kiss, becoming lost in it. The sky was darkening even further and I could hear little moans among the roll and boom of surf. Edward now had his tongue in her mouth and I giggled to myself as I watched. My, my. The man knew how to kiss. Bella didn't quite seem to appreciate it, though. She accepted the tongue for a little bit, attempting to kiss back with her face becoming more and more nauseous, until finally she pretended to be out of breath so that she could stop.
Their mouths disconnected but Edward didn't release Bella's face. He had his forehead pressed to her and they gazed at each other from inches apart, panting with emotion.
"Thank you so much, Edward," Bella said. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long."
Edward finally allowed himself a smile. "So have I, Bella. I love you. I love you so much."
He went to kiss her again but this time she turned aside.
Their lips missed and I smiled from my hiding place.
Bella kept her face aside so he couldn't kiss her. Edward cocked his head and looked at her in concern. He had released her face and when she turned back to him there was anxiety in her eyes.
"Before we go any further," she said. "There's just one thing you need to know about me."
He didn't reply and she heaved a sigh.
"It might change how you feel," she said. "So you deserve to know."
"What do you mean, Bella?"
Bella looked down and toed the dirt with her sandal. The sky was almost pitch black by now and the stars above were exceptionally bright here on this remote island. Edward waited and finally Bella looked up with eyes that were full of redness and guilt.
"I've been feeding from people," she said.
Edward didn't reply for a moment. I smirked and realized she was going to do this slow. She didn't want to smash his heart. She wanted to break off little pieces first. Then smash it.
Bella observed the look on his face and pretended to be distraught at disappointing him.
"I'm so sorry, Edward," she said. "I know how much that must disappoint you. I tried to resist, but my…lusts," she said in a hiss. "Are just too powerful."
Suddenly she was staring at him. With those red eyes. There was still a vague air of guilt and remorse about her but she was beginning to let it slip. She had said the word lusts very deliberately and she was looking at him even more deliberately. There were signs there that not all was what it seemed but he didn't seem to notice or didn't want to.
Edward gave her an understanding look and shook his head to ease her worry.
"It takes time to develop control, Bella," he said. "I had a period of weakness as well. But don't worry. I'm here for you. You accepted this curse because of me and I'm going to help you through it."
Bella smiled gratefully and instantly faded back into character.
"Thank you, Edward," she said. "I was so afraid you wouldn't love me anymore."
Edward gave her another smile and I watched it curve his lips with a little flutter in my heart. I could see how this man had kept my mate's orientation at bay for most of her highschool years. He was really quite devastating with that chiselled jawline and that perfect mouth.
"Nothing could ever stop me loving you, Bella," he told her. "Not time, not distance. Nothing."
Bella smiled at him and he took her face in his hand and gazed at her for a moment before leaning toward her mouth. Their lips almost connected and—
Bella turned aside once more.
"Actually, um…"
Edward released her once again and gave her another look of concern. Bella bit her lip guiltily and allowed a little bit of coyness to seep into her expression.
"There's just one more thing that you should know," she said. "About me."
Edward waited for her to continue. Bella looked down and used her hands to toy with the fringe of her skirt. Like a worried little girl who might be in trouble.
"Well, it's just… I've been… Um…"
Edward tilted his head a little. "What is it, Bella?"
Bella looked up with big round eyes and just a hint of a smile on her lips.
"I'm a bit of a lesbian now," she said.
I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.
Oh my fucking god.
This little tragedy was fast turning into a comedy. I couldn't believe it. Her delivery was the cutest thing I had ever seen. How is a man supposed to react to a statement like that? Especially under these circumstances? I had no idea and it seemed Edward didn't either. He blinked at her a little bit. His mouth was open.
It was full dark by now and both of them were lit only in the waxing light of the moon. Bella's face was pure white but you could see a suggestion of a blush there. She smiled at him coyly, the sea crashing in the distance and shifting and heaving and crashing again.
"I know that must be a bit of a shock," she said. "But I was so lonely after you left. And Tanya and Kate and Irena and Carmen…they were all so beautiful. And so friendly. And so sweet. Being with them helped ease the loneliness."
Edward was still staring at her. Bella continued looking at him with that coy, cute, sexy boldness.
"They really liked me too," she went on. "And I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist. So I let them have me. All of them. Gosh, I was such a slut. I loved how Kate licked me. And Carmen has such nice boobs. I could sucked on them all day. Irena used to do me with a strapon and drive me crazy, and Tanya…"
Edward was had gone rigid.
His face, I mean.
I did check his crotch but either he wasn't sufficiently stimulated or his pants weren't cut loosely enough. Bella realized what she was saying, as if she had no idea, and giggled softly.
"Sorry," she said. "I guess you don't need to know the details. But none of that changed how I feel about you, Edward. Even when I was having sex with other women…the only thing I ever thought about was you."
I shook my head and touched my palm to my forehead. This was getting a bit much. She was stroking his ego so much it would've been less obscene if she just fucked him.
I looked up and watched his expression. He still had no idea how to react but he was beginning to realize that their reunion wasn't quite as perfect as he'd hoped. His expression had gone brittle and he still had no idea what to say. I had to commend him. His love for her clearly outweighed any fascination he might have had for her group activities with other women.
Bella became anxious at the silence and knitted her brows together.
"This doesn't change how you feel about me, does it?" she asked.
Edward finally swallowed a large lump in his throat and shook his head.
"No," he said. "Young women get confused sometimes."
Bella sagged in relief, sighing prettily, and gave him a beaming look in the starlight. "That's true," she said. "But I'm not confused any more. Because now I'm here with you. And now I know what I really want."
Still staring at him she took the material of her skirt in her hands and began to lift it until the hem rose up just enough to reveal a taunting glimpse of panties.
A white bolt of lust surged through me.
Edward seemed to experience it as well. He stared at her, mesmerized. Bella grinned at him and lifted her skirts a little more, teasing, giggling, wriggling a little on the spot.
"I want you, Edward," she said. "Will you take me?"
Edward floated toward her in the moonlight.
"Oh, Bella," he breathed.
His arms reached out like a revenant in the night entirely at the mercy of some all-consuming desire and I couldn't believe Bella was actually going to go this far. A queasy feeling came into my stomach and I watched and I couldn't believe that she was actually going to—
But she didn't.
She flung down her skirts as soon as he was close enough and suddenly changed her mind.
"Oh, um…"
Edward stopped as if some invisible barrier had sprung up between them. He was breathing heavy and distracted with lust and he had to swallow before he could speak.
"What?" he asked.
Bella turned back to him and gave him the most coy look yet.
"Actually, there might be just one more thing you need to know," she said.
Edward chuckled in disbelief. "You've changed a lot since I last saw you."
Bella chuckled as well and as she chuckled she directed a look at the rock formation I was hiding behind. Her eyes swept over mine and I knew instantly; it was time for me to take the stage as well.
Bella turned back to Bella and smiled.
"I know, I'm sorry," she said. "It's been hard living without you, Edward. You always knew what was best for me. Without you, I've been so lost. See, the thing is, I met someone."
He shrugged and he still couldn't quite think clearly through his lust for her. "What do you mean?"
I was emerging from behind the rocks and sidling around behind him while his attention was distracted. Bella smirked as she watched me out of the corner of her eyes but she kept the eyes themselves on Edward.
"I met her after you left Forks," she said. "It was even before I met Tanya. She caught me in a moment of vulnerability, you might say. She made me feel things I never felt before. Made me…do things I've never done before."
I was behind him now with the sound of the ocean rolling against the cliffs behind me. I couldn't see his face but I would imagine there was a quizzical frown on it.
Bella smirked when I was in position and then lifted those red orbs to his.
"Truth is," she said. "I fell in love with her."
Edward's voice came out confused. "I don't understand."
Bella laughed and stepped closer to him. All pretence was dropped by now but he still couldn't see it. Bella raised a finger and touched his jawline and smirked at him sexily.
"You will in a minute, trust me," she said. "Thing is, I might've exaggerated a little how much I missed you. I mean, while you've been out here watching the sunset for months, I was in Seattle. Having fun. Fucking. Raping my victims and slaughtering them like pigs."
Edward stumbled back from her touch. A strange gasp came out of him.
Bella giggled at his reaction, her eyes alight like demon eyes in the illumination of the moon. Her voice when she spoke was soft and innocent.
"Edward, what's wrong?" she asked him in faux concern. "This doesn't change how you feel about me, does it? Just because I've been lying this whole time. And that I'm gay now. And that I think you're a stupid piece of shit."
Edward took another step back—
—and bumped into me.
He spun around and laid his wide yellow eyes on mine. His expression was so shocked and horrified that it was almost beautiful, a portrait of anguish painted by the sadistic mastercraftsman of my mate. Bella. A wave boomed in the darkness and I offered him an evil smile.
"Hi, there," I said.
No words came out of him. No sound. He seemed to be skirting on hysteria. He spun back to Bella and Bella gave a casual giggle.
"Oh, that's Vicky," she said. "You remember her, right? She was with that guy who tried to kill me. But luckily she went through a similar change as I did."
With that I swaggered around to Bella's side.
Edward watched me, paralysed, speechless. Bella was smiling and content to surrender the lead a moment. I took her hips firmly in her dress and smirked at her in the moonlight.
"Quite a performance, my love," I said to her.
Then I thrust my mouth on hers.
A chuckle of glee came out of her as my tongue invaded her mouth. I had a hand in her hair roughly and I was wrenching back her head, treating her with nothing but lust and disrespect in front of his man who revered her so thoroughly.
A groan of horror came from our spectator. We ignored him and continued to tongue each other even harder, moaning, making the display as gratuitous and loveless and degrading as possible. Her tongue was flicking out like the forked tongue of a snake or some female demon and finally she laughed and broke the kiss suddenly as if something occurred to her.
I still had my hand in her hair and she grinned as she turned slightly to Edward.
"Oh, Edward, I forgot to tell you," she said. "Vicky is the woman I fell in love with."
I chuckled at her and spoke to the man who stood by in shock. "Well, love is a bit of a misnomer," I said. "More accurate to say that I took the woman you loved…abducted her…raped her…broke her…and reduced her to a slutty wanton bitch."
I then ripped away the front of her dress and clutched the exposed tit.
Bella giggled and gave Edward a bright little smile.
"Sorry, Edward, but she's right," she said. "I'm such a horny slut for her, it's almost embarrassing."
Edward looked like he was wanted to cry. His face was one of the most pitiful things I had ever seen. More broken than a thousand rape victims. More despaired than the dead.
"Bella?" he breathed in a voice that was hardly a rasp. "Bella, what…?"
Bella laughed with her tit squished and twisted in my hand and gave him a saucy look.
"Aww, what's wrong, Edward?" she asked him. "Wanna join in? Hm? Come here, baby, it's okay. You can do me if you want. Just come a little closer."
Edward didn't move. He stood there in the darkness under the gauzy starwash and the expression on his face was lost and hopeless and excited against his will.
Bella smirked at him evilly.
"I said come here," she growled.
Edward actually staggered forward a step, as if there were a spell in her voice. Bella turned me loose and grabbed her old mate and shoved a hand into his pants.
"Bella," he gasped. "Bella, don't—"
"Shut the fuck up," she said.
Bella's shoulder jerked a couple times, as if she were trying to get a good grip, and I wondered if she meant to rape him. I was still wondering when the man began to scream. Bella was tugging and heaving and suddenly—
She ripped his dick off.
Ah.
So that's what she meant to do.
I admit, I was quite stunned. A mighty howl came out of the man named Edward. Or former man, at any rate. Unich now, I suppose. His penis had stiffened against the will of the mind that controlled it and it was like a small white rod in Bella's hand, a marble statuette. Edward sank to his knees in the dirt, clutching his crotch over his pants. I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it and shook my head. Good lord.
Bella smirked at him with his severed dick in her hand.
"Woops," she said. "Not quite how you pictured a girl touching your cock for the first time, huh?"
Edward looked at her in abject anguish. Bella looked at the penis in disgust and then she threw it away over the cliffside. It was a long drop and you couldn't hear the splash of such a tiny object. Well, medium sized, to be fair.
"Bella," he sobbed, his voice broken and bewildered. "Bella."
Bella grabbed his head and rammed a knee into his face.
There was a sickening crunch and he feel backward in the dirt with cracks across the porcelain of his face. Bella had never been one for torturing men, she rarely found any enjoyment in it, but with this one she could at least find it within herself to beat him while he was down, kicking him, stomping him with her heel.
She was grinning and laughing as he curled up and cried under the blows.
"You stupid fuck," she said to him. "Did you actually think I was serious? Huh? Did you actually think I still loved you? You dumb piece of shit. You wanna know what I've really been dreaming about you all this time, Edward? Nothing. Because that's exactly what you are to me. Nothing but a pathetic loser."
"Bella, stop," he blubbered. "Please."
He was now back to his knees at the edge of the cliff, holding up his hands for mercy and his face cracked and broken with anguish. All it would take was a shove of her foot to send him over the edge.
Bella stopped and looked at him. He really did seem so pathetic. I came over to her side and wondered what we were supposed to do now. Bella glanced at me with a smile and wrapped her arms around my body and then turned back to Edward with a smirk.
"Vicky is ten times the man you are," she said. "No, she's a woman. That's better than anything your miserable ass will ever be."
She spat on him and then she turned to me and requested a kiss with her lips.
I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her with less lewdness this time. A loving kiss. A romantic kiss. There under the moon and all the stars with the warm night breeze moving through our hair and dresses. There in front of this broken witness.
"Bella," he wept. "Bella."
It seemed like all he was capable of saying. Bella broke the kiss and turned back to him. Her dress was still ripped and her breast was exposed in the moonlight, just as white, just as beautiful.
"Don't worry, Edward, I'm not gonna kill you," she said. "In fact, I kind of regret even touching you. It was fun and all, but it's just not my thing. So take my advice. Go somewhere and kill yourself. I don't want to see you again and neither will any of your coven after I tell them that you attacked me because you couldn't handle I was with someone else now."
Edward's face went even more anguished. He looked as if he might die from a broken heart right there, stricken dead from the sheer humiliation and defeat that had been inflicted on him by his one true love's monstrous betrayal.
I smiled and turned to Bella.
"What a wonderful plan," I said to her. "I had been wondering how we'd explain all this to Tanya."
Bella giggled proudly. "You taught me well."
I giggled as well. "I did indeed. But if we're going to claim he attacked you, shouldn't we make it a little more convincing? A torn dress is hardly enough evidence. Let's add a few marks to your beautiful face, shall we?"
Bella grinned in the moonlight as I took a grip in her hair.
"Watch close, Edward," she said. "Watch what I let her do to me."
I grinned as well and then I clenched a fist and punched her in the face.
A gasp came out of Edward at the exact same time as a gasp came out of Bella, as if he had felt the exact same thing, a strange symmetry between them. His eyes flew open and the anguish all but fled his face in the sudden onset of protectiveness.
I smirked at him and punched her again. And again. Each blow gave me a thrill that I hadn't felt in far too long. She gasped and giggled from each smack and soon there was a crack across her forehead and a crack across her cheek. Like marble broken with a sledge hammer.
"Stop," Edward said. "Stop."
I was glad he had recovered his vocabulary and I smiled at him and swung my dazed mate around and grabbed her face in my hands and bit into her forehead.
"Noooo!"
Suddenly he shot up from his knees and flew into me and together the two of us barrelled backwards and skittered across the rocks.
It took me by surprise. After such a betrayal I wouldn't have expected to him to come rushing to her aid. His love for her must've been strong indeed because it was all I could do to keep my head from being torn off. He was screaming with rage and ripping at my dress. Oh, dear. Behave yourself, young man. But oh well. At least he didn't have a penis to rape me with. That would've been dreadful.
My breasts were exposed by now and wobbling all over the place and really, it was so embarrassing. Bella must've been very dazed because I seemed to me on my own. I was rolling and trying to get my legs around him but he was thrashing and snarling and hissing like a wild animal, absolutely crazed with fury. I was beginning to worry our plan had gone lethally awry when suddenly he was snatched backward by a hand around his wrist.
Bella.
Thank god.
He was no match for Bella's newborn strength and Bella swung him around like a doll and smashed him into the ground and then swung him back and smashed him again, here, there, just repeatedly smashing his body into the rocks as if she wanted to break it open. Her face was riddled with cracks and a crescent of teethmarks and she was snarling viciously in the moonlight with her dress torn and one breast exposed like some strange cavewoman with a club she was bashing about.
I watched from the ground, my legs open, my dress in tatters. She had become so strong. My mate. My beautiful Bella.
Finally she was done and the man who used to be her boyfriend at one time was now nothing more than a broken castrated husk kept together by clothes. Every limb in his body was shattered but perhaps not as shattered as his heart. Bella was dragging him over to the cliffside and I rose and came to watch.
Edward couldn't speak. All that came out of him was a strange groan as Bella took his throat and lifted him and held him over the edge of the cliff. It was a long drop down there and there were jagged rocks where the ocean broke in explosions of white that boomed in the silence of the night. The water was pitch black like a void and I suppose that was fit enough for the likes of Edward.
Bella raised him up a little more by the throat and grinned at his pain filled face.
"So long, Edward," she said. "I doubt we're ever going to see you again."
Edward was so broken he couldn't even lift his arms. He dangled there with his throat constricted by the clutch of his true love's hand and only one word came out of him in a dead dry rasp:
"Bella…"
Bella scoffed at him and let him go.
It was that simple. No scream on the way down. Nothing. I leaned over the edge to watch. The broken frame of him hit a jagged outcropping of rock and spun away and disappeared into the water. Into the blackness. No sound. No fanfare at all. With his body so thoroughly broken there was possibly no way for him to ever get out. No way to feed. No way to recover. For the rest of eternity he may simply lay there in the bottom of the ocean where neither light nor hope could reach until the husk of him was crept over with coral and weeds grew from his earholes.
I sighed and turned back to Bella.
And that was that.
Bella laughed at everything she had done and I laughed too, but really, we had gone much too far, and we were both fairly worn out. It was time to get back to the villa and let everyone know what happened. Our version of it, anyway.
The night had cooled and grown darker. Bella's dress was still mostly intact aside from a torn shoulder strap but mine was completely gone. I had nothing on at all but shoes and panties, sexy little me. I suppose we wouldn't have to lie in my case. He really had attacked me. We'd just have to leave out the part where we had provoked him by lying to him, betraying him, and emotionally torturing him. The details weren't important, I suppose. The man had been a pest and now he was eliminated. Tanya might see through our deception but I'm sure she could be reasoned with.
Bella and I continued back through the jungle, hand in hand, taking our time, strolling half naked through the lush dark rainforest. The nightlife had come out and you could hear chirps and shrieks from the insects and even the hiss of some invisible snake in the foliage. A spiderweb hung like a window in the fork of a tree and the silk was glistening in the starlight. Trapped in the center of the web was a small bird that was long dead with spidereggs laid in its bloated belly and the newborn spiders emerging in a steady stream from the rotted eyesockets. We continued on, hand in hand, strolling, smiling. Neither of us had much fondness for male victims but past attachments had made this one something of an exception and we were both quite proud and satisfied with our work.
It was quite late by the time we got back to the villa. The first people we encountered were in the kitchen, Esme and Carmen and the maid named Yelena. Bella and I were giggling across the courtyard but we forced ourselves into expressions of distress as we ripped open the screendoor and stumbled inside, sniffing and sobbing and covering our naked breasts with our hands. Yelena saw us first and dropped a pot. It hit the floor with a bong. Esme spun around in an apron and covered her mouth in shock. Carmen was holding a cooking ladle in her hand and she froze and stared at us with the ladle aloft over the stove.
Bella was once again proving what a tremendous actress she had become and her voice was a perfect pitch of panic and humiliation.
"Edward attacked me," she said. "He… he…"
But that was all she could get out in her state of simulated anguish. She burst into tears and covered her face with her hands. It had revealed her breast as well but that only added to her wretchedness.
Yelena was stunned at this news and she turned and ran out of the kitchen without excusing herself. Esme glanced at her but she had more important things to worry about. She was pulling off her apron and coming toward us and she handed me the apron to cover myself before quickly wrapping her arms around Bella.
"Oh, Bella," she said in a voice that grieved for both her son and the girl in her arms. "Oh, Bella, I'm so sorry."
Bella returned the hug and cried and rocked in Esme's arms. Carmen was still frozen with the ladle in the air. She looked at me. I covered myself with the apron and smirked at her and she smirked as well and lowered the ladle.
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AN: Whew. This chapter ought to win some kind of award for Edward-bashing, lol. Have you ever seen the poor bastard so mercilessly dismantled as you just saw? I haven't. I almost feel sorry for him, lol.
I'm pretty happy with the chapter, I think. The kiss was a bit icky, but she did it plenty of times in the novels, and it added a lot to the deception. I suppose a lot of the chapter was a bit icky. I never thought an actual penis would make an appearance in this story, but I discovered I could make an exception for castration, lol. It'll never be a regular thing, but as a once off, it wasn't too bad. ;)
I like the role reversal too. Usually in femmeslash it's Edward who's the villain, acting all misogynistic and threatening to rape Bella. But in this one it was the complete opposite. I think the cruellest thing is that they did it just for fun. There was no grand plan for revenge, and Bella had no real reason to hate him anyway. She's just a sadistic little bitch trying to have some fun. :)
Okay, hope you liked it. New chapter soon. :)