AN
This small story is finished with ten chapters that I'll post over the upcoming days.
Summary
"So you admit it?" she said quickly. "You're venom did something to me and my blood did something to you?"
This is a story between Bella & Edward and their rollercoaster of a night together towards a happily ever after, as humans.
Trigger warning
This chapter includes angst of a future that won't happen. Nonetheless, it can be triggering for some reason. If you want to continue reading, be aware of angst.
Chapter 1
Edward Cullen was gifted with the ability to read minds, foresee the future of others and regulate emotions.
It's the reason why the Volturi in 1918 changed him into a vampire at the young age of only seventeen. They used him for their own purposes and gain, to make a fucking empire built on Edward's gifts.
It was when Edward foresaw their future through their eyes that they would keep him prisoner for life, deprived of human and animal blood to become weak and useless to save himself - that he killed them all.
Edward Cullen killed the Volturi one by one and it had not been without difficulty.
That's why it had made him the fiercest, most powerful and deadliest vampire on earth.
Everybody feared him. All vampires stayed very, very far away from him.
There were even rumors outside of the vampire realms of the existence of a supernatural human that humans compared to a serial killer but sometimes even a superhero.
There was not a vampire nor human being that did not fear him.
In the past decades, Edward Cullen had dedicated his life to extinguish every bad person on earth. He murdered every criminal, human or vampire.
He knew if humans were a bad person before they'd even committed the crime.
Because he could foresee the future.
Because he knew they had foul thoughts.
Because he could read their minds.
He'd drain them of their blood. He'd been all around the world. He drained them of their blood until they no longer had a drop of blood in their veins. And they tasted horrible - but it kept him alive as well as left innocent lives. He approved of his ways of living. It made the world a less darker place. Even if it still made him a killer by taking the law into his own hands.
The police? He huffed. They did nothing for humans. Perhaps that's why the human realm thought of him as a superhero sometimes. Because the crime rates dropped significantly since 1918.
On top of that, he had extinguished all bad vampires - vampires with the purpose of toying with their human preys.
At least, Edward Cullen thought he had extinguished all bad vampires.
He was currently living in a mansion in Forks. It was a small, dark and rainy town there most of the time, making it easy for him to get out in public during the day. He would wait usually until he foresaw the future or if he heard the mind of a distressed female and sometimes male. In the human world, everybody could be a victim. As they were about to get hurt, that's when he would step in, make his presence known.
He had become an expert at dazzling the victim and then kill the ones responsible for an almost crime.
He was always in time for the crime to not happen. He made sure of that.
He was always in time.
He saw the future - of a young girl and the disgust of not one or two men, but six men in total.
And what he saw, for the first time in his vampire life, feared him;
A vision from the future
Edward was in Port Angeles. The sun had set and it was late at night.
'Fucking divine.'
'A beauty.'
He heard the thoughts again of several men. It had been going on for a while now.
He let them have their thoughts.
There was no victim.
Yet.
He was slowly strolling the streets, observing people around him.
'Tastes amazing, too.'
He stopped in his tracks. How could they have tasted the victim?
'This fucking tight virgin pussy is so fucking divine.'
He closed his eyes. Confusion filled his dark, unbeating heart.
What the fuck?
He couldn't locate the men.
He didn't understand why their thoughts were vile but he couldn't see the mind of a female.
He didn't see anything.
He couldn't hear a mind.
There surely had to be one.
Even if the human was unconscious, he could always her the mind of a victim.
Something was very wrong, he could smell it. Because he smelled as he searched the stench of body odors that could only mean these men had committed the crime.
They had succeeded.
Fuck! No!
He tried to listen closely, to see what the eyes of the men showed him.
He noticed the minds of several men but he lost count how many they were, because instead he focused on the image of what was before their eyes.
That's when he noticed what he regretted most.
It was a girl. Just a young girl. She looked a like a teenager.
And she wasn't unconscious.
Her eyes showed fear, sadness, pain and a decade worth of humiliation.
She was tied up in the most inhumane way, it made him groan. Her body was bruised and naked.
They had her outside in the rain and she had been used all ways possible. And when he listened more closely too - he could hear her heartbeat.
Her heart was thudding very slowly and very weakly. It was the sign of death, something he knew all too well as he knew how the death of a human sounded like. He had killed countless of people to know what their death sounded like.
This girl? She was dying.
He flew at his vampire speed through all the streets of Port Angeles.
Hunting.
Searching for a weak heartbeat.
Not understanding his failure. Her mind was quiet. Even if the victims were drugged, or unconscious, there were always thoughts in their minds...
It took him at least ten minutes to find the six men...
It were six of them.
Six fucking men against one single - very young - girl.
It never lasted that long for him to find the location of the men. He had never realized before that what had always helped him, were the cries of the women through their minds.
That had been the most important factor for Edward to locate the place of the crime within an instant. Edward had never realized this before, until it happened to him.
Until it happened to him tonight.
With the absence of this girl's mind, it took him ten minutes.
And all that time, he could see what they were doing to her. It made him sick to the core.
Whenever Edward saw a crime that was yet to happen through his gift of foreseeing the future - it disgusted him, but it was never real. Because he prevented it from happening.
Right now, he felt worthless at his failure. It made him sicker than ever.
These men had hidden their location well.
And with yet still the damn absence of the girl's mind, it was harder to find them.
FUCK!
He was seething with anger.
She was cut all over her body. Her blood mixed with the rain. The usual pink texture of a human's skin color had faded into a blueish white. He saw in their minds what she looked like before and what she looked like now. They had gone brutal on her.
Before they had begun their assault, she had been covered in a baggy dark green coat with fur hood that reached till her knees. They had ripped off her coat, revealing the face white as porcelain with red cheeks from the cold, eyes filled with shock and a little dark, due to her dilated pupils that showed a hint of brown around the edges. Her lips were slightly open, in a gasp.
He had never failed to be on time to prevent it.
Never.
The six men were still going at her. He knew exactly how long she had endured this.
Two hours and sixteen minutes.
In a flash, all six men were dead.
Edward saw it happen and froze. As for the vision, as soon as he killed those filthy men, it was supposed to switch.
He was supposed to see next the vision through the eyes of the victim.
Only that didn't happen. Just like how he hadn't been able to hear this victim's mind, he now also didn't see the vision through her eyes.
He did, however, see the vision continue. Not through her eyes.
He saw the vision, the future, through his own eyes.
Meaning it was his future.
Edward felt abhorred as he saw his own future for the very first time. His own gift of foreseeing the future had never before shown him the future through his eyes.
This was a first. Just like how he hadn't heard the victim's mind or was too late to save her in this vision.
What he hated even more as that for the next part of the vision, Edward saw everything even more detailed and felt everything more vividly.
Edward looked, for the very first time of his existence, at his own future.
The vision from the future
Usually, he'd drink their blood. Drain them.
But he didn't this time.
Their blood smelled of cheap beer and would taste full of their crimes inflicted upon the young girl.
And something else was smelling so much more divine it awakened all his senses. He felt even more hungry for blood than when he was a newborn in 1918.
Her - this girl.
She smelled divine.
The monster inside him that was thirsty was wide awake now.
He had drank blood this morning. His hunger was supposed to be sated.
But her blood was like a drug, and the more he inhaled, the more he yearned to have her.
She was tied up, face down, bent over a bench. She couldn't see anything from her position, except the ground beneath her.
Her body was shivering, covered in beer, urine and semen and even her own blood from cuts all over her body. Despite the grime around her, he smelled her blood, still. He could clearly distinguish the stench around her from that divine blood that was inside her veins.
Divine.
There was that word again
Divine, divine...
That fucking word divine...
The word he had heard in the mind of one of those men.
Fuck.
He should drain her. Drink her blood. He yearned to drink it before more blood slipped from her cuts, leaving less for him.
Her blood was his.
He was taken over by the monster inside him.
The one that hadn't killed an innocent life in a long, long time.
Her heartbeat was weak, after all. She was better off dead. What life would remain for her? Her thoughts had already been shut of, for whatever reason. Maybe it was because her death neared.
But then, he could hear a sudden quiet sobbing coming from her body, somewhere in the back of her throat. A choke, a pained cry, an emotional gasping sound.
She's awake after all.
"Hello," he said, his voice usually soothing the victim.
But it more came out like a growl, a hunter.
Fuck.
She sobbed a bit more. She had heard him. He watched her intently, but couldn't hear her mind, still.
What the fuck? Was she not human? What was the reason for her closed off mind?
He tried to foresee her future. He tried to see if she would go and live a good, happy life.
The future he sought, was not present. That also never happened before. He couldn't foresee her future.
"What are you thinking?" he demanded.
If he couldn't hear her, he was going to demand it instead. She sobbed only more - brokenly and loudly.
Her brown, tangled up, wet hair stuck to her cheeks, but he could tell that difference between raindrops and teardrops falling on the ground. She was crying heart brokenly that her cries cut straight through his unbeating heart.
Fuck.
He used his third and final gift. He tried to regulate her feelings by sending her a wave of calm. But if his first two gifts failed on this strange little human, he wondered if he could even change her feelings.
He waited, but her sobs never died.
She was obviously still sad, hurt and distressed.
Fucking obviously, Edward.
A virgin, a few hours ago.
And now, this.
Nothing he tried worked on her. He couldn't hear her mind, he couldn't see her future and he couldn't shift her emotions.
Fucking hell.
He damned whatever curse was between them.
He heard himself growl. Her heartbeat sped up. Surely she heard him, some animalistic brute behind her.
No. A quicker heartbeat meant she was losing more blood.
His blood.
The vampire inside him strolled closer to her. He wanted to see the eyes of his prey for himself and not from an image through the mind of those men.
He wanted to tast her blood.
His control was long lost. He would have her, one way or another.
However, her death would be dignifying.
She would not remain in this humiliating position she'd been in for over two hours.
Because of Edward being too late to save her from this kind of destruction...
FUCK!
He stood only an inch behind her and he slowly leaned down to her ankles, bending through his knees and crouching down before her.
Her legs were spread wide apart, but he didn't dare to look at the damage.
His eyes were too ashamed to see her stolen virginity.
Despite his thirst for her blood, Edward was able to maintain himself until he had this poor girl out of her tied up position.
With no knife in his pocket, he knelt down on his knees.
Fucking hell.
He hadn't noticed the cuts in her ankles, blood dripping down her bear white feet. He cut the tie wraps with difficulty from her left ankle with his teeth, because they'd been pulled tight, leaving no room to spare.
And he resisted draining the blood straight from her ankle because-
Five fucking tie wraps on her one frail, thin, bruised and cut open ankle.
Five.
Those fucking monsters.
He cut away the tie wraps with his teeth around her other ankle and discovered seven tie wraps there.
Her legs were free but she didn't move.
When he looked up, his eyes accidentally came eye to eye with the place between her legs.
He never thought he'd feel shock. He'd seen this before, only it had been a vague image of a future that he prevented.
Now it was a reality to see that a woman could bleed from both orifices. Her female opening as well the opening above. They had taken her virginity and innocence in all ways.
This time... he regretted giving those six foul humans such an easy death. He should've made them suffer.
His knees were wet from the pavement. He stood up and didn't fucking care about his wet clothes.
Because he needed to have her blood. His own control was slipping away and he felt like the monster he was currently becoming.
Finally he brought his teeth to her wrist and bit her free from the tie wraps, finding six more on her left wrist and three more on her right wrist.
This girl hadn't stood a chance. Her ankles and wrist had bruises and cuts from her struggle in vain. With the blood circulation cut of for quite some time, her feet and hands had become white. She'd been struggling for a long time and he was certain that she was in a great deal of human pain.
She was freed from her restrained position. She could move now, but she didn't.
He wanted to get this over with quick.
Let's end her suffering.
He picked her up quick and pushed her against the wall behind her. Naked, fragile and broken.
Her body collapsed forward from weakness and he heard himself gasp with shock, because her body felt colder than his own.
He used his body to keep her upright against the wall and his lower arm against her collarbone to finally meet her eyes.
They were half shut from either fatigue, pain, tears, and most likely a thousand human emotions coursing through her. Her left eye was bruised, most likely due to violence.
The monster inside him felt pity for her and hatred for himself.
He had never held a girl so broken before.
Never.
He'd always been in time. He could have saved her from those man. He should have.
But why the fuck was her mind shut off? It had delayed fucking everything.
He wanted to have her blood now, but still he waited. He breathed out softly, to calm her. His scent would help her some. Humans had that effect. He'd been doing it for decades with the other humans he rescued. He would dazzle them with his smell, his face, his looks, so they would briefly forget they were hurt.
And he would always take them back to safety. Their home or a shelter for abused females if they were homeless.
This girl instead met his eyes for the first time.
He saw her pupils widely dilated, a hint of brown around the edges.
And she watched him with raw terror. Even as she inhaled his sent, she continued to stare at him in fright.
She wasn't dazzled.
She wasn't affected.
She was freaked out and horrified to see him.
What the fuck?
Not only did his three gifts fail.
He also couldn't calm her with his scent.
Fuck.
"Vampire?" she whispered in a strained voice from.
She had the voice of an angel. He was in a daze, briefly.
He must have misheard her.
This girl, she knew, what he was? Yet, she asked it in uncertainty. The fear in her blood made it smell fucking even more amazing. He tried to find her thoughts, to know how she knew? Did she perhaps ever encounter another vampire? She knew something.
The monster inside him was going to drain her anytime soon. He hungered for her blood.
"What are you thinking?" he demanded, his eyes watching her closely.
He waited.
But she went slightly limp. He loosened his hold and pressed her shoulders now with his lower arm against the wall. Her head lolled sideways. She was slipping into unconsciousness.
No one ever failed to answer him.
But. She. Was. Unaffected.
Humans were never unaffected.
"What the fuck are you?" he snapped. "A witch? Huh?"
She flinched in his hold. But furthermore, she barely responded.
She was on the brink of dying.
A victim of assault in its highest form, one Edward had failed to prevent.
He failed to prevent them from taking her, tying her up in a humiliating position, throwing full beer cans on her body that cut her open, urinating on her body, filling her inside with there semen.
He roared in anger.
This-
This-
Girl-
She wasn't a witch. She was just a young girl, maybe not even eighteen, who had merely been at the wrong place at the wrong time. And he had failed to do the one thing he was always good at.
Always.
And it truly angered him that him that his powers failed to work on her.
Her mind - blank. He couldn't hear her.
Her future - empty. He couldn't see it.
Her emotions - unaffected. He couldn't change them.
His charms - she was unaffected.
The present
He was fucking late in his vision.
In his future.
To see his own future frightened him so deeply, he wondered why this night brought so much destruction upon himself and the life of an innocent girl.
Who was she? Why did her scent drive him to madness in his vision?
Edward searched instantly for the alley where he'd seen the young girl
Fuck no.
He sought.
Please, no!
He sought for the young girl.
He feared for the monster he'd become in the future.
He didn't know what to expect when to find her.
He had never seen such a vision like that, before.
It horrified him.
Fuck.
He didn't hear any men yet.
Oh, Lord...
He never spoke to God directly.
But tonight, he made an exception.
He had to.
What else could he do?
The monsters this girl would see tonight. Himself included.
Save her, Lord. Please. Save her from that misery.
And he really hoped he would be able to suppress himself from her sweet sent in that future vision.
'Divine,' he heard.
No! No! Lord, I am begging you, and I will continue to do so, for the rest of my life, if you please, save this human girl. From them. And from me. Please save this innocent soul. She is but a girl.
He came face to face with a scene before him and his mind rejected the future visions hard to focus on what he saw right now.
Green oversized jacket, on the ground.
One, two, three, four, five, six men, surrounding a small human girl. Prying her out of her clothes. Covering her mouth shut.
She was in her underwear.
No... God, please, no...
He should have been more on time. Despite her state, this meant that he made it in time for the girl.
He's not late...
He prevented the future from happening.
Thank you, Lord.
In contrary to his vision, he kept calm. And didn't breathe the air around him. He was too afraid to catch her scent.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," Edward said angrily.