Chapter 3

His teeth, so lightly, cut her skin open, letting his venom numb her pain before he could kill her.

Strangely, however, she hissed out in pain and cried out in fear.

Fuck.

His venom was supposed to numb her.

Her sweet blood touched his tongue and his body clenched at her taste, his hands shifting from her arms to her head to prevent her from moving away. He felt more of his venom slip into her body from his teeth sunk deeper in her neck.

His venom would numb her, and soothe her pain...

The little girl screamed blue murder.

She cried out in obvious pain.

Her agony pierced his soul.

Fuck.

It wasn't supposed to hurt her.

Yet, there was no stopping him now. He sucked at the cut open vein, and drank.

With pleasure, with regret.

With love, with hatred.

She struggled in vain against his iron tight grip against his hold. Her body jerked at her clear suffering.

What the fuck?

But still he didn't-

But still he couldn't-

But still he wouldn't-

Stop.

Because he was a monster.

Her pain intensified her fear and made it even taste more delicious. The more she struggled, the more she feared, the more she tasted like his own personal drug. Her blood was so sweet and so addictive.

He drank, like a greedy monster.

Very soon, her struggles weakened, not not his grip on her.

Unfortunately she was still dearly in extreme pain.

Soon she'd be drained from all her blood.

Soon she'd be dead.

Soon he'd realize that his promise to her of a painless death was a lie.

Even though he'd never encountered a human that suffered during their death at his teeth.

Fuck.

He saw everything again through the eyes of those six men. The vision of the future, the endless suffering, the future that could have, which he prevented.

He heard everything they'd been thinking.

He felt all her pain from that vision he'd seen.

That was a future vision that he prevented!

She hadn't been hurt.

She had been saved from those six men and he killed them.

And now-

Now-

Right now-

She was suffering for Edward.

She was being killed for her blood by Edward.

She was afraid of Edward. He could taste it in her blood. The little girl was petrified.

This little human had -

The voice of an angel,

an outspoken mind that Edward didn't hear,

an unforeseeable future,

and emotions that were hers and hers alone to be regulated.

This little human was...

Mesmerizing...

And to come upon this realization that in his entire existence that he'd found a human that mesmerized him, Edward thought -

He really thought -

That her death was suddenly worse...

...so, so much more worse -

Compared to breathing in her blood and not being able to have it.

Her death was worse.

He didn't want this little human to die. He had never encountered a soul such as hers.

Out of nowhere his body was pierced with agonizing pain it made him gasp at her vein.

The Volturi had taken Edward for their own good.

He was just as much of a monster if he took this human for his own good.

God, forgive me.

God, give me strength.

Please... I need your strength.

Suddenly there was no more blood.

He'd drained the girl of all her blood.

No...

He jerked away from her with a loud terror of his own.

He killed her.

A death wish she had, that came from that other vampire. Not those six human men.

But that other vampire.

What the fuck did that other vampire do to her? Bite her and dump her in an alley, but fucking why? He still never understood why.

He had to find out why.

He would never find out why.

He killed her.

Something changed in Edward's body.

He felt different.

Something was different and wrong.

He felt his emotions more vividly.

He felt his anger at those six men more distinctly.

He felt his worry for the girl after her brutal night much harder.

He felt his sadness for having lost control and show her what a monster he could be.

And worse of all.

Upon releasing her from his blood sucking uncontrolled vile action, he'd used his insurmountable strength to not only push himself away from her.

He had slammed his hands against her chest and she had flew backwards until she hit the wall, her body slamming into it.

Very few humans could survive that impact.

Almost all would have shattered bones from that impact.

The wall had a dent where the girl's body had been slammed into because of Edward.

She now lay motionless on the floor.

Edward couldn't hear her heartbeat

He killed her.

Edward could no longer smell her blood.

Because he drank it all.

"No..." he said in horror.

He was a monster, in the end.

He killed the girl.

He walked towards her and realized it took him too long.

Maybe the monster inside him was too afraid as well, to come upon her dead body, and didn't dare to walk faster than a mere human's speed.

He stood tall beside her body, faced away from him, her arms and legs in different angles.

She looked dead from blood loss and the hard impact when he pushed her into that wall.

Edward fell down on his knees before her.

He hated himself for killing her.

He hated himself for making her suffer.

He wished he'd stop the instant she felt pain.

A subtle move of her head had Edward stop breathing, stop moving, in case it were his eyes playing tricks.

There was no way that she was alive.

Not after the impact she made on the wall.

Not after he had taken all her blood.

So Edward was certain his eyes played tricks when her head moved up from the ground, her arms moving to push herself up into a half seating position.

Her eyelids blinked weakly and he saw her brown eyes clearly now. Her pupils were completely dilated before, but not anymore.

Edward swallowed her nerves away. This was impossible. She wasn't alive.

Her heartbeat and the scent of her blood was gone...

Did he change her?

Was it possible to shift into a vampire so soon?

Did his venom shift her at abnormal speed? Was the possible?

Then again, she had already been bitten by another vampire. Combined with his venom, who knew what happened inside this strange girl's body.

Did she turn into a vampire, because he drank all her blood, then? Could that be it?

Edward didn't know.

A newborn would have red eyes.

She looked still human and frail. Her eyes were still brown.

What's happening?

If she had shifted into a vampire, her body would have changed too. It would have made her skin pale, her eyes would be red, her looks would be different, which they weren't.

She looked the same as before.

Where the fuck was her heartbeat?

Then perhaps, she wasn't human.

His gifts didn't work on her, after all.

"What are you?" he insisted, asking her the only thing he could think of.

One moment, he was drinking her blood.

Next... everything was different.

She found his eyes weakly, her eyes finding something on his face.

"What?" he snapped. "What are you thinking? I can't hear your mind and it's fucking maddening, you know?"

He felt like an uncontrolled teenager who was still in puberty and -

What the fuck were these insane feelings overtaking Edward?

He hadn't felt like this in a long, long time. Those were vague memories from so long ago, right before he was changed into a vampire, when he was indeed a teenager. He had been just seventeen when the Volturi changed him.

But Edward hadn't been seventeen for a long time.

"Green," she muttered in that sweet kind voice again.

She was speaking in riddles to him.

Did she think he was playing around?

He wanted serious answers.

"Green?" he repeated, angrily at her ridiculous comment.

"Your eyes," she said in still that weak, frail voice of an angel. "They're no longer red. Or perhaps they never were. I thought you're a vampire. I guess I just imagined things."

He stared hard at her strangest words.

The fuck?

Fuck?

What the fuck?

"My eyes?" he snapped angrily.

"Like that other one." She gasped suddenly, her eyes widening, staring at her lower arm where she'd been bitten. "Oh God... he- he bit me. Oh, God, no... I can't- I don't- I don't want to become one too-"

She started rambling and crying, but he ignored it.

Because Edward was. He was a vampire.

That could no longer hear her heartbeat-

- or smell her blood.

Fuck.

What was happening?

A lingering aftertaste of iron was at the back of his throat.

What -

The -

Fuck -

Happened to him?

Why did her blood have the strangest aftertaste?

This was not normal.

Nothing tonight happened was normal.

He stood up and walked over to a mirror.

And he saw with terror what she'd been fucking trying to tell him before.

Edward's eyes were green. Not red. Not black. He seemed like a regular seventeen year old with green eyes.

He placed his finger on his neck and he felt his breath hitch.

He felt a heartbeat.

His heart had begun a beat.

And if he held his breath, his lungs started to burn, until he gasped for air.

His saw his eyes turn into a glare in the mirror.

He turned to the girl.

"What did you do to me?" he roared.

He stepped towards her but froze when he caught her scent - briefly. He smelled her blood again, awakening the monster.

Next, it the scent disappeared and he smelled only air and tasted iron at the back of his throat. It made him feel sick, that iron aftertaste. He couldn't smell that divine blood anymore.

But a second ago, he could.

"Wow," she said instead. "What are you?"

She was asking him?

"Your eyes..." she whispered, and he barely heard her, his hearing suddenly so different than before. "They're changing color. Going between red and green. It's the strangest thing to see."

Fuck.

No.

This couldn't be happening.

It wasn't possible.

She glanced at her surroundings and her body. She raised her arms and looked at the grey coat she was wearing that belonged to Edward. She wore a deep confused and fearful scoff. That's when she truly looked around once again.

She was looking at his house he had brought her and it was left to Edward's imagination to know what she's thinking.

"Where am I? Where are my clothes?" she sobbed. "What is this place?"

She couldn't remember?

Fuck.

This night kept getting worse and worse.