I do NOT own Twilight or any of it's characters…though, I wish I did.

A/N: This is my first fanfic and its Beta-free. So please…go easy on me.

This wasn't supposed to happen…

Those words stuck on repeat in my head-like a broken record as Bella's head lay idle in my hands. My fingers sticking together as the nectar of her life dries at a lethargic pace around them. Her mahogany ringlets fall aimlessly towards the thick carpet below us. Deep-crimson blood; saturate her locks, weighing them down. The droplets of blood hit the plush material below; splattering like drops of paint. Extremely hyper-aware; the feel of my penis sheathed in Bella's sex has become almost unbearable. Still I forge on. Bella's eyes begin to roll ever so slightly towards the back of her head and I do all I can to keep her attentive, keep her focused…on me. All the while; dragging out the inevitable, my main goal settled in the forefront of my mind.

"Bella! Look at ME!" I demand, my voice stern, harsh. As I do so I thrust my throbbing erection further into the warmth of her dark abyss. Her throat lets out a deep guttural moan before my name escapes her lips.

"Edwaaaard…." Her voice is strained. Almost muted.

This is what you wanted. This is what you pushed me to do. Over, and over. You just wouldn't listen. I tried to warn you…I tried. I tell myself, rationalizing my actions.

I grab her waist with one hand and grind myself deeper into her while moving her in a circular motion around my penis while lifting her up and down. I forcefully dig my fingers deep into the soft fleshiness of her ass as I continue to rock her back and forth then up and down again. Savoring the sensation of her moist center gliding over my penis. I continue my ministrations while I watch her life-force slowly seep from her listless body. Her weakened legs barely straddling my waist as she sits on top of me, her face looking up towards the ceiling, mouth agape, breathing ragged.

A seething anger washes over me as I stare at her naked form in front of me. With her back arched, her pale breasts are now just inches from my face. A few trickles of her sweet blood torturously cascades over her left breast.

How can I allow any more of this…to go to waste? I think darkly to myself; before quickly lapping up the now luke-warm liquid with my tongue. I then take the hard nub of Bella's nipple and place it in my mouth. Grazing the delicate flesh of her areola with my teeth first-before biting down hard. A faint cry escapes her dry lips as I break the fragile skin below. A new stream of blood emerges from the wound and like a dog, I lick up every drop. Her cries pull my attention away from my task and it causes me to bury myself deeper into her. I can feel the wall that is her cervix stopping me from going any further. Though, If I really wanted to…

Suddenly, I feel somewhat annoyed by the drawing out of all of this. I desperately want to split her in two, punish her…for what though…I do not know.

Why couldn't you just leave me alone? Why couldn't you just stay away?

So many unanswered questions and no time left to answer any at all. My thoughts have become chaotic, frenzied. The beast in me wanting to tear its way out. The perfect facade slowly coming undone. The true me; gnawing its way out of its hardened exterior.

"This is what you wanted, Bella. REMEMBER!" I try so hard to speak softly, show some semblance of compassion for the woman in my arms; but the anger just devours me and only animosity spews from my lips. The madder I become the closer and closer I get to my impending release.

All but conquered, I succumb letting my anger take full control. The animalistic monster rears its ugly head once more. I begin to trace my cool tongue away from her chest, trailing a line up to where the real temptation lay before me. For there, in the crook of her neck, her dark-blood has pooled. The overflow falling over the edges of her collar-bone and down her back like a waterfall.

Immediately the venom fills my mouth with the temptation before me. Her pulse agonizingly continuing to push what little blood she has left from her practically drained body. Every beat of her heart becoming achingly slower as the artery pulses out its remaining source of sustenance. I swallow the mouthful of metallic liquid before cupping the back of her head and pulling it towards my own. My other hand gripping the back of her shoulder, pulling her down onto me. My body is on autopilot as I persistently push and thrust, deeper and deeper inside of her-but never deep enough. I am so close yet still so far. I feel as though I am teetering on an unseen ledge, ready to fall at any given moment. The tethers that once held me to her still present but extremely slacked.

I look at Bella's face, once smooth-now contorted from pain. She has closed her eyes. Her breathing has become increasingly labored. I know she is almost gone…almost. I place my lips over the gaping, serrated wound that I had created earlier; while Bella cried out in ecstasy as she rode out her orgasm-straddling me. Stopping to recall how her body looked as it writhed in pleasure. The picture of pure elation fixated on her face will forever be scorched in my memory as she said those three little words before screaming my name. The smell of fresh blood from her broken hymen mixed with the juices that her arousal created-threw me over that first ledge. The blood collecting before me at the base of her neck will surely throw me over the last.

I can't keep my mouth from salivating. Again, poisonous venom fills the cool cavity. I'm practically drooling. I quickly swallow hard and lick any remaining venom from my lips while softly caressing the length of her neck with the tip of my nose. Inhaling her essence-before sucking up the pool that had once given her life. Avoiding any venom to escape my mouth and reach her blood stream I continue to feverishly suck harder and harder on the already broken skin, my assault within her core in time with the sucking on her neck. I swallow whole mouthfuls of her saccharine blood. The syrupy liquid barely extinguishing the inferno that has lined my throat for so long. Euphoria overwhelms me as my orgasm rocks through me and I bite down hard once more into Bella's creamy flesh. Unintentionally, I release a fresh mouthful of venom into the damaged artery within. It is then; as my body came down from its high, that I realized what I had just done.

While our body's remained as one; Bella's small frame began to shudder and convulse in rapid succession. The vibrations rolling though her like ripples in the ocean. After a few short minutes the vibrations became milder till they were nothing more than small trembles, then…nothing. Her body became limp in my arms. Her head fell back, causing her body to arch once again, her supple breasts pushed against my face once more. Her hands relinquished their grip from my shoulders and dropped-arms hung heavy at her sides, swinging gently. Her legs, dead-weight and no longer contoured to my waist like earlier, fell from their position hitting the blood stained carpet below with an audible thud. My penis retracted immediately from its once safe haven with the sudden change in movement and position. And that's when I noticed it, it was deafening, it was…wrong.

Silence…Bella's heart had given out.

Panic raced through my empty veins. The thought of no longer hearing the beautiful thrumming of her heart; or, seeing her face blush that beautiful shade of pink that I so truly adored-ripped a gaping hole into my chest.

What had I done?

This woman before me was no longer my Bella, my love. This woman was now my departed beloved…and I the one who had forsaken her.

I was sure that at that moment had I a heart it would have broken and shattered into a million pieces. I could feel my phantom lungs constricting, locking in a breath I did not have nor need. Tearless sobs swept over me. I kissed her now cooling lips before removing her completely off of me. Her absence excruciating and only intensifying my anguish. Like a baby, I cradled her in my arms clutching her tightly and carried into the bathroom. I ran the shower and carried her into the stall and sat on the quartz tile that lined the floor; with her draped over my arms. Warmth washed over us as I held her dead body. Her limbs hung flaccidly, lips slightly open. I wanted so much to place my tongue inside the familiar warmth of her mouth. But, familiar it was no more.

I meticulously began cleaning her of all traces of blood. All traces of me. When I had finished I dried her thoroughly and brought her back to my room placing her on the soft, cotton-white sheets that covered my bed. The same bed she had fought me over not too long ago. I laid there next to her naked body for what felt like an eternity. Stroking her cheek with my fingertips, then with my lips. Running my fingers through her petal-soft hair. Through the large window I could see the sun beginning to rise on the horizon in the distance. Its rays casting an ominous glow across its expanse. I knew it would only be a few hours till my family returned home from their hunting expedition. Carlisle would not be pleased at all with what has taken place in his home during his absence. I faltered, and I would accept full responsibility for my actions.

I reminisced; how early yesterday, Alice made all the arrangements with Charlie so that Bella could be alone with me…her murderer. Charlie had been convinced that I had gone camping with the men in my family. Unbeknownst to him; his daughter was in the care of a savage beast. The story was that Alice and Bella were having a slumber party.

God, how I wish that had been true. Alice will be so disappointed with me.

Trying hard to push those thoughts to the back of my mind I knelt down so that I could place my head on Bella's chest. My ear now directly over where the beating of her heart would and should be heard. I stood as still as a statue and listened; a small shimmer of hope still left in my demented mind. But, there was nothing. I willed for it to beat. Nothing. I even prayed that if there were a god to please let him take me instead and let Bella live the life she was meant to. But, still…nothing. My prayers, my hopes were all in vain. There was definitely no life left in this beautiful woman before me. But, what was in her was my venom. It was circulating its way through her system, coursing through her blood vessels. Engulfing every cell. Consuming any remaining life that may have lingered behind. It was apparent that whatever I did unintentional or not-was done correctly. Bella's anticipated transformation to become like me, like my family-clearly underway. Something I had tried in earnest to avoid, till last night. Hesitantly, I removed my head from where the bane of my existence rested for so long. I peered up at Bella's face. Her eyes still closed. She looked peaceful. I scanned her body. Her once milky complexion already appeared more porcelain, more statuesque. Looking back towards her head; her hair scattered on the down pillow above her had begun fading from a rich-mahogany to an intense deep-auburn hue. I wrapped my arms tightly around her small silky waist, pulling her towards me. Holding her tight to my aching chest. Tearless sobs again emanated from my lips. I knew Alice was almost home and she was alone. I could hear her thoughts as she drew closer.

'Edward, you better have not done what I think you did…' She chanted over and over,

Within seconds the front door slammed open, the exertion knocking it off its hinges. I didn't even hear Alice come up the stairs before noticing the fairy-like vampire crouched in a defensive stance at the foot of my bed. Her fists tightly clenched at her sides, her topaz orbs now black with fury.

"Edward, what did you do?" She hissed at me through gritted teeth while staring down at Bella's naked and bruised body laid before her. Shock overtook her at what she saw and she gasped loudly.

"I'm so sorry, Alice. It was for the best." I managed to cry out as Alice inched her way closer, examining Bella further her brow furrowing, eyes narrowed.

"Edward, WHY is Bella turning? YOU SAID…" She yelled, her tone almost piercing.

"Alice, I know…I just…I…" Cutting her off. The feeling of defeat exhausting me. I looked at Bella laying before me her body becoming more pallid, before whispering…

"I know…she was supposed to die."

Hmmmm….wouldn't we all love to know what led up to that?

A/N: Reviews are food for thought…so please leave me your reviews, they are inspirational. Also, I will continue the story if enough people want me to. I am also debating on whether or not to bring BPOV into the picture. Guess we'll have to see…