Chapter 2
I thought my life was going to end, well the human one anyway. Unless Edward just wanted to have me for breakfast and drain my blood instead of turning me into his non blushing immortal bride. Pretty soon he (my new husband) was going to burst through that door like an evil version of the Kool-Aid man. The rug was literally pulled out from under me when I realized that the rug was in fact my best friend/werewolf's pelt. Frantically I searched around for a way to escape. I found that there was a skylight in the shower, but it was pretty high up to get to. I'd need to climb up somehow, so I tied together the clean sheets that were once folded neatly on the shelf which barricaded the door only temporarily. I tossed them up after opening the window with a broom handle I conveniently found. I just may be able to squeeze out. Once I reached for the sheets which somehow got caught on the ledge after multiple tries, the door cracked open and Edward charged in with an evil smirk on his marble face. I shrieked. He stormed towards me and I dodged him miraculously and bolted towards the splintered up shards of what were once the door, but with sudden speed he was in front of me in the hall. He grabbed me by my throat with venom dripping and slowly he drew his mouth up to my jugular to end my human life.
"I don't want you to do this! I don't want to be like you. You are not who you said you were. You are vile and I will NEVER be with you forever!" I thrashed around while in his grip. He pressed my throat even tighter.
He pulled his face away to stare into my pleading eyes. "Oh, come on Bella. That's not what you stated in your vows. Through sickness and in health. Til' death do us part. Now here comes the sickness and the death is only the beginning. Living was just a waste of breath. A short term existence on this planet, No one truly cared about you. Only me. I gave you this life and now I'm going to end it and begin an immortal one." He then loosened his constriction to let me speak. He must love this game. To watch me suffer.
"That's not true at all. I have my parents… I had Jacob. How could you do that to my best friend? You are sick. Don't do this to me!" I begged.
"All he did was get in the way of us. He assaulted you, don't you remember that when you punched him in the face? I was doing you a favor." He said smugly.
"You are the monster. Let go of me you bastard." I was struggling against his steel grip. I dug my nails into his marble skin, but it barely left a scratch and tore her nails making them bleed. He then flailed me around like he was a toddler with a toy. Like a ragdoll that he could just toss aside when done being played with.
"Call me whatever you'd like because you have the rest of our lives to get over it. Now we begin eternity together." He brought his venomous razor sharp teeth up to my neck yet again, but suddenly he hissed and he whipped around and saw a small woman, standing there with wide eyes. He'd forgotten the housekeepers Gustovo and Kaure were scheduled this morning to tidy up. She screamed something in her native language. The one word that stood out to me was Libeshomen. Edward had told me previously about the natives' superstitions. Well the stories she heard were true about the Libeshomen. She witnessed the demon and what he could do first hand and on impulse needed to protect me. A stranger, but yet clearly she was my hero. She had stabbed him with a large chef's knife. The sharp burning pain made him stumble back while still gripping my neck in his right hand, and with rage in his eyes, he tossed her into the end table. Her head started pouring out blood from a large gash on the back of her skull. Abruptly a short round man who I assumed was her husband came at Edward with a machete and slashed into his perfect stone chest. Edward gasped and released me due to his agonizing pain. I dropped to the floor with a loud thud.
"You're dead old man." He lunged towards him with his hands into fists. The woman shakily got up and started towards Edward.
I groaned and crawled away from my husband while he was fighting the couple. I then stood up coughing and I felt dizzy due to the lack of oxygen. I pushed my hair away from my face while getting my bearings. In a frenzy I grabbed my bag which still seemed to be unpacked sitting at a bench by the door and prayed my wallet and passport wasn't somehow get placed in another spot. I didn't have time to check. I raced out the door of which was once my shelter, into the hot, humid weather. The sand burned my feet as I followed the trail to the speed boat that luckily still had the keys in. I didn't look back as I started the boat. I heard the sounds of ripping and torturous screams, then the nauseating smell of smoke. The odor was like no other scent I could describe. Like rotting flesh and burning wood, but more intense. The whole horrific experience made me vomit bile over the side of the boat.
I didn't know where I was going, I had nothing, but the clothes on my back. I hoped and prayed the boat had enough gas to get to another destination and I wouldn't get stranded. Hours later, which to me seemed like days, a boat with fishermen stopped me. They didn't speak much English but enough to understand where I needed to go. When I finally reached the airport I started to calm down a little, until I had so many questions that I didn't know if I wanted to know the answers. I had hoped Alice didn't see this in a vision and come looking for me. Does she know how sinister her brother is or was? I had no place safe enough to hide. The only place safe enough I could think of would be the Rez. I decided to go where I would be the safest, but I don't think I'd be accepted. Did they know what happened to Jacob? I slowly made my way to the airport waiting area and threw myself down onto one of the blue chairs. I started bawling and shaking uncontrollably.
When I reached Houston I found a payphone that still worked and I called my dad. I told him that I was ok and that I'd be away a little longer. Even if home was safe (which it wasn't) I couldn't go home with the large bruises on my neck. I couldn't really hide them well with it being hot out in houston. I wonder why no one asked if I was ok? The people in public probably thought it wasn't their business. Not many care about others anymore. One of the reasons I loved Edward was because of how he was old fashioned. It was like he didn't belong in this century. I guess I was pretty gullible to believe his kindness and chivalry though. Like my mother, I fell in love at a young age, but mine was abruptly taken away from me. It wasn't because of being young and dumb as they say, but of childhood fairy tales turned into nightmares.
If you could just review so I know people have read this. I feel like I'm just throwing this fic into the air like a frisbee and no one is catching it