Chapter 2
The six men snapped their heads to Edward. He ignored their thoughts and stepped forward, making his presence known.
"Leave her alone," Edward deadpanned.
They had guns and shot him.
He continued walked forward, their bullets only brushing against his skin painlessly and falling on the ground.
Edward felt a sinister smile on his face grow widely as the men grew afraid, because he showed them his red eyes.
They grew very silent in their thoughts and panicked in their emotions, because they feared he was the devil to take them with him to hell. He would have loved that idea.
He added to their fears by blinding them with his gift of regulating emotions.
Usually he'd use his gift to calm down a victim.
This time, he wanted to add fear to these men's minds. The force of terror he hit them with, made the men wince and step backwards quickly.
"Hey, man," one of them stuttered, "we're going already, okay?"
"To hell," Edward said rigidly.
As Edward spoke again, he inhaled accidentally and caught the strongest and most addictive smell he had ever encountered.
Fuck.
He ignored the men and uncontrollably walked up to the girl.
He became a monster. Much less better than the six men around her.
He picked her off the ground by her arms and her scent made him the most dangerous being to be near her now.
Her blood belonged to his.
He wanted to drink all of it, slowly, to savor every drop.
The six men started running off. He heard them leave.
He would kill them later. This wasn't going to take that long, anyway. With his unwavering control, he'd have drained her within a few seconds.
He noticed her pupils, completely dilated. The brown around the edges was barely visible.
The girl stared at his eyes and he did just the same, to hear her mind.
Just like in his vision;
Her mind - blank. He couldn't hear her.
He searched for her future.
Her future - empty. He couldn't see it.
He tried to offer her a wave of calm.
Her emotions - unaffected. He couldn't change them.
He let her breathe in his scent.
His charms - she was unaffected.
She was indeed immune, but why?
In the vision, she knew what he was. She called him a vampire. But how did she know?
She didn't move. Her breaths were shallow. She was shivering and her heartbeat grew a little weaker.
Seconds went by.
It was clear as day, the human girl was completely in shock. She didn't even flinch when he stared hard at her.
He saw the artery in her neck. Inviting him.
Her blood smelled fucking divine.
And his thirst awoke with each breath he deliberately took because it was addictive.
Why help her? He could just get down, bite her in her neck, and she would die. His thirst would finally be gone. Maybe, he could negotiate with her. But, how, if she was in shock?
How, when her body was shut off, unresponsive?
He noticed she was so small. He had to bend his head to look at her small frame.
"Little girl," he groaned.
She whimpered.
Good. She heard him.
"I can make sure, little girl, that you won't feel a thing," he said in the softest voice he could muster. "It would be as if you're falling asleep."
He was negotiating her death, without her even knowing it, which disgusted himself.
He had never interacted this much with a human.
Then again, she wasn't a human. She was a victim.
And her mind? Her thoughts? They were shut out from him. He had no idea what she was thinking. That infuriated him. Also because she didn't answer him. All he saw was a tear streaked face and trembling body.
She tried covering her nearly nude body with her arms.
He saw noticed clearly her discomfort.
It was obvious she was humiliated by her lack of clothes, wearing nothing but her undergarment.
He pulled off his grey coat in his vampire speed and threw it around her torso, pulling it around her chest and closing the buttons with his trembling fingers.
What the hell was he doing?
His coat covered her tiny body till her knees. He saw her big dark eyes with still heavily dilated pupils staring at him in absolute fear. He knew the color of his eyes. He could see it in the reflection of her eyes. He saw blackness with a hint of furious red. Hungry for her blood.
She was fearful-
-of him.
He enjoyed it when those filthy men feared Edward. That was good. They should fear him. He was going to kill them any minute now.
But her fear? It made her blood smell sweeter and his cold heart grow colder.
The fear in her eyes brought him no joy. He felt a rage inside him. And pity for this little girl.
He stared hard at her.
He would try to quench his thirst.
"I'll be right back," he groaned again.
He found what he was looking for in his fast speed and came across the six men, all with loud heartbeats and sickening minds. He hated them with all he was.
He drained them all within a minute.
Their blood running down his chin.
They tasted horrible. But he hoped it would quench his thirst. And besides, their deaths would make the world a better place.
He was back. The little girl stood frozen with fear.
She screamed in horror when she saw him again and he pressed her hand against her mouth.
"Don't scream," he warned quietly.
Her scent just became stronger by tenfold as her fear increased which made his body shake at the control wanting to give in and drain her too.
Fuck.
The blood of those six men did absolutely nothing to quench his thirst. He was still addicted to her.
Hot drops touched his hand when he kept them on her mouth to prevent her screams.
She was crying, the white of her eyes now red.
Fuck.
She was staring into blank space, her mind gone.
Double fuck.
He was at a loss with this human.
There was nothing he could do for her.
She was doomed.
Those men doomed her psyche.
And he would doom her life.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
"What do you want?" he said flatly.
She turned her fearful eyes to the ground.
There.
It was not perfect, but she responded.
In fucking fear.
"I'm saying you're getting a final wish," he snapped.
A final wish, before he would drain her of all her blood...
Fuck!
Her blood was taking a toll on his patience.
Did she even hear him? She stayed quiet for so long, unresponsive.
Because Edward was a fucking monster and she's frightened for her life, as she should be.
He was negotiating her death.
Fuck!
He removed his hand from her mouth and pulled her face up by her chin. She gasped when she saw his eyes again and her eyes snapped to his lips.
He did the same, shifting his eyes to hers. He noticed a crack of her skin in her lower lip, the blood dried up into a crust.
What on earth?
Had they beaten her face? He couldn't detect a bruise anywhere.
Fuck!
They had hurt her. They put their filthy hands on her body.
And Edward's doing the fucking same right now...
Her blood was going to destroy Edward. It would turn him into a monster.
"I'll honor your final wish," he said, staring at her lips hard for them to move, to say something.
Her lips trembled. The fear inside her increased as the scent of her blood became stronger.
She seemed to be thinking indeed, but what?
She blinked and he noticed confusion once he stared at her eyes.
And tears.
So many unshed tears.
He wasn't used to the silence. He could always hear their thoughts. It made everything predictable.
But with her, he was left with only her unspoken words and her body language that gave nothing away except her shock and fear.
Until...
Until finally, he heard her speak in a whisper.
"In exchange for what exactly?"
She had the voice of an angel.
He stared at her unsteady eyes.
Her question caught him of guard.
He told her the truth as he grew to hate himself more.
"Your death," he said in a low voice.
Her eyes widened and she trembled.
"Promise?" she whispered.
He wondered if the two of them were having the same conversation?
It sounded much like she wanted him to promise her that he would kill her?
She was waiting expectantly.
"Your death is inevitable," he said, not breaking eye contact from her unsteady gaze. "I promise it won't hurt you."
He felt sick to the core for telling the innocent girl she would die because of the monster inside him. She hadn't done anything wrong. This wasn't her fault; it was all his and the monster he was. Edward even went as far back as to blame the Volturi. They were the reason he was a vampire since 1918.
But above all...
He swore he saw relief in the girl's eyes. Relief upon her pending death. Even her scent decreased a bit, meaning her fear lessened, meaning she -
Wants to die...? Why?
Edward searched in the girl's eyes, but they were once again blank and black due to those heavily dilated pupils.
"What do you want?" he groaned once more.
"Kill the other v-vampire."
Her sent suddenly became intoxicating, stronger than ever.
Meaning...
Something feared her more than him and even those six lowlifes that had almost abused her in this alley?
And worse, her pending death brought her no fear, but rather relief?
The two were connected. This girl wanted to die. And it had to do with the other vampire.
He groaned out loud at the monster inside him that wanted to drain her because he couldn't bear it anymore. It didn't matter that he'd stopped breathing around her. He still caught her scent. The fear consuming her at the thought of the other vampire made her blood smell so fucking divine, he became a monster worse than those men...
Fuck, no.
But he promised her a final wish.
He would have to bear it for a little while longer as he figured out why she feared that other vampire so.
He wondered how on earth she, this girl, a human, had come in contact with a vampire?
She removed her hair from her neck, exposing the left side.
Presented him her vein.
What the fuck just happened? What is she doing to Edward?
"It's okay," she said, nodding with tears. "You can do it."
Edward was in a daze by her sweet voice.
He was -
What to call it?
Mesmerized.
This simple, human girl had mesmerized him with her voice.
And she was presenting him her vein. She was waiting in such a childlike innocence, presenting to him her vein willingly.
And fuck.
He wanted to drain her, he really did.
But her wish would remain unfulfilled.
Because who was that other vampire that made her become so afraid?
"What's his name?" Edward asked, staring at her vein.
She shook her head.
"Where did you meet him?"
She shook her head again.
"What did he look like?"
She shivered, dropping her head.
"Is there anything you know about the other vampire?"
She cried.
Fuck.
He was being a monster to her with his impatience.
"Did he hurt you?" he asked instead.
Surely, that was an easy answer she could respond to.
However...
Nothing.
She gave him nothing to work with.
How he wished he could bend over her, and just drink her blood...
Finally taste that blood...
That's why he put her over her back and in a flash -
They were in his house.
In Forks.
He released her from his back. He wondered what a human felt at the speed he just ran with her over his back.
Her reaction was to scream and take a few steps away from him.
She screamed loud only this time he let her.
No one could hear her here.
He let her scream, until she fell to the ground and sobbed.
"Tell me anything you know about that other vampire," he said in anger with so little control of the monster inside him.
Dead quiet.
Why did he even bother?
Then again he never heard something quite extraordinary like this before. A young female had come across a vampire and did something that feared her. That was strange.
She hadn't been able to fight off six weak men.
But a vampire? How?
He thought about it, but no idea came to mind.
"The sooner you tell me," he elaborated, "the sooner I can give you peace."
Was it really peace for her, or-?
Was it peace for him to finally taste her blood?
She bit her lip.
"He wanted to kill me too, like you," she mumbled incoherently.
He froze at her words.
Kill her.
He didn't want to kill her.
He only wanted her blood.
How would this human live without blood?
Edward hated his own mind sometimes.
She was right.
Edward wanted to kill her. Taking her blood would kill her.
He also realized the gender of the other vampire - male. She said it was a he. So she heard his voice, in the least.
"Yet, you are still alive," he growled.
There was a double meaning in there.
The other vampire didn't kill her.
And neither had Edward.
Yet.
"H-He's the one that put me in the alley," she finally said, in a choked gasp. "After showing me he's a vampire and- and- his strength, his red eyes like yours, his speed, his- his-"
Her voice shook hard as she spoke and she didn't finish her train of thought. It made him wonder what else he'd shown her.
Edward stared hard at her still unfocused eyes.
"Little girl, that doesn't explain why he didn't kill you."
She sobbed, and no longer spoke.
Edward he got so angry suddenly.
After speaking with this human, he had only gained more questions than answers. He still didn't know who the other vampire was yet.
And with his lack of control, he pulled her of the ground, and held her upright by holding her upper arms.
He'd used his vampire speed at which she gasped, making her scent wash over his face and blinding him with want.
"Tell me what else he showed you," he demanded harshly, too harshly for this young girl who'd gone through so much so recently.
She was frozen with fear and he didn't blame her. He had shown her that he was to be feared, indeed.
"Tell me what you're hiding and I promise I will end your life."
Her heart skipped a beat.
"That's what you want, isn't it, little girl? I saw it in your eyes before. You're not afraid to die."
He waited, observed, wondering if he was right or completely wrong.
Humans had a tendency to speak when the silence grew too long.
And when her lips parted at his hypothesis, he thought, all humans are predictable.
"I'd rather die than become a disgusting vampire!" she said.
The image flashed before his eyes. This young girl, her brown eyes turned red and her skin glowing, her teeth sunk inside the neck of another human, drinking blood.
He steered his head at the little girl. It made him wonder why she had said such a thing.
It made him realize that this human wasn't predictable.
Not even a little.
"I have no intention of turning you into a vampire, little girl," he said, raising an eyebrow.
She watched him in fright and started pulling at the grey sleeve of his coat that she wore.
She extended her lower arm once it was bear.
He saw it before she further needed to explain herself.
"Then please," she pleaded. "Stop it from happening."
Edward then saw the crescent shape of a recent bite.
The other vampire had bitten her.
"It burns so much," she said with tears in her eyes. "He said it could take up to seven days until I'm a vampire."
Edward thought quick and fast.
There was a vampire out there, turning innocent lives into forever living monsters? He felt himself scoff and a feeling of rage starting to take over.
Fuck.
"He left me in that alley, and he- he sent those- those men towards me," she said. "And he just said so many things that made no sense."
The girl was broken as she cried more.
"But you," she said in a quiet whisper. "You're not like that other vampire. You didn't leave me there. You saved me."
Save her.
Edward saw again that vision of what could have happened. It blinded him for a moment.
He'd even prayed to a God.
To save her.
"I'm certain that you're one of the good ones."
He suppressed a groan. The little girl dared to call Edward one of the good ones?
He was a killer.
He didn't save her and he wasn't one of the good ones. This girl spoke nonsense and nothing she said was predictable.
She surprised him with her mind.
Edward didn't know that he was capable of feeling surprise at the mere mind of a little girl.
"You're the only good thing that happened to me tonight," she said.
Edward felt himself stare at the girl, her face showing nothing but honesty.
She called him a good thing. The only good thing that happened to her tonight.
He could only imagine what it was like for her to be caught by another vampire, to even learn of the existence of vampires, to be bitten with the knowledge she'd turn into a vampire within a week, but not before he dumped this little girl in an alley for all those men -
He shut his eyes as that vision that could have happened slapped him hard in the face.
Fuck.
"I really wish I knew a little more about the other vampire," she sighed. "But I don't."
She presented her vein again.
Fuck.
"I don't want to become a vampire," she said.
He could stop her from becoming a vampire.
He could tell her that he could try and suck the venom out.
Instead, he became a monster.
Because Edward was selfish.
"Alright," he said, becoming a killer of the innocent lives once more.
He would most likely hate himself for the entirety of his existence.
But he was taking over by want and lust at her divine blood.
He bent his head down to her neck. He slowly inhaled and groaned at his body reacting greatly at her scent.
Finally.
Finally.
Her blood, it was his.
He should remind himself that she was different though.
But it didn't matter after all.
His mouth touched her neck, his teeth almost bit her.
"Will it hurt?" she asked in fear.
He already told her it wouldn't hurt her, didn't he?
"I promise, little girl," he said thirstily, "You won't feel a thing."
She exhaled loudly in a hum.
"Okay," she whispered. "Thank you."
He waited.
He waited for too long.
Her thankfulness for his decision to kill her hit him very hard right between his legs like he'd often seen strong women do with men who didn't listen. They would hurt the man's manhood like that and he had seen quite often how badly that hurt. He thought, in that moment, he knew what it was like to have you manhood deeply bruised.
Because if he were a man, he wouldn't kill this innocent little girl.
But he wasn't a man. He had never been a man. He had been a child, a teenager and then a vampire at only seventeen.
So a vampire he was.