Hey everyone…this is a sad story about 'what if-?'
Please review…I might write some more – not sure yet!
It's set in Breaking Dawn, the very end of Jacob's book.
I had to destroy it.
The thing that had sucked the life out of Bella. Killed her.
I crouched low, overcome by a poisonous hatred for the monster. All my fury from the past months suddenly exploded out of me.
I was ready to attack – then I heard a scream of anguish from upstairs – Bella, dying because of the creature before me.
A fierce growl ripped through my throat – I felt my body shake violently.
Kill it – now.
With a roar, I leapt towards Rosalie and the thing – she was protecting it. I would get her first.
The sound of ripping clothes filled the air, and a smash as a crystal vase was knocked from the coffee table. I phased mid-air.
Rosalie screamed in horror. I swiped at the creature in her hands. Tearing, scratching…destroy the monster.
I growled, crazy with fury. Rosalie roared and arched herself over the baby, protecting it. She punched her fists at me. There was a sickening crunch as bone crumbled beneath her strength.
But I was too furious to think straight. I snarled, baring my teeth and lunged at her again.
Rosalie leapt up as I dove towards her, towards the monster. I felt my paws connect with skin. Not frozen skin. It's skin…I had it.
But a stabbing pain filled my side, to great to ignore. I howled, as she stabbed a shard of crystal through my side. She was a monster too. And she wanted a mini monster.
Then I heard it – the baby crying.
It wasn't even dead yet.
The blonde vampire lunged towards my throat, hands outstretched, spitting like an animal. I had never seen anything so terrifying. Her eyes were narrowed into slits and she had a look of pure evil on her face.
Like she was.
She had killed, murdered Bella for the creature. I rolled onto my side, howling in agony as the glass drove into me. I snapped at the baby's leg, it was on the couch, face down, wailing.
Probably wanted more blood.
My teeth scraped its leg.
Kill it NOW.
Then it turned. I saw it for the first time. The baby.
And that's when it happened.
Warming, like someone had poured a hot liquid down my throat. It filled my up, spreading to the tips of my fingers and toes.
And I looked at the child on the couch and understood.
My reason for living. A million steel strings tying me to Earth. The key to my heart. My soul completed.
Then I saw the damage I'd done.
My jaws slackened, I stepped back. My head spun, I felt sick. My legs buckled beneath me. I tried to suck air into my lungs, deep gasps of oxygen.
I backed away slowly…'What had I done?'
The baby…Rosalie…the broken vase…the blood.
I was suddenly overcome by an undeniable, disgusting hatred for myself – I'd done it. Me. A killer, a destroyer…a monster.
I turned to run, to escape, but before I could, I heard a scream and then a shout.
Rosalie flew towards me, at the speed of light. I had no chance to move.
She slammed into me, and I winced as I crashed onto the bits of glass. I felt them puncturing my skin.
Then I saw Edward, watching. Rosalie had my neck. One quick twist and I'd be gone. I had no chance of survival.
"Rose…" Edward said urgently, crouching beside the silent child.
I took the opportunity. As she stepped off me, distracted, I summoned all the strength I could muster and broke free of her grasp. I limped towards the door, waiting for her to catch me, kill me.
But she didn't. I glanced back at the door.
Edward was cradling his squirming child in is arm, his top blood-stained. His other arm was wrapped around Rosalie, holding her back.
She was shivering with rage, spitting furiously. "Anyone who would destroy innocence doesn't deserve to live." She hissed.
I knew…I agreed. I'd never felt worse before on my entire life.
I met Edward's eyes. They were hollow – shock written on his face.
"You…" he trailed off.
I whined and Rosalie swore colourfully.
"Don't ever come back here. " he whispered.
I turned and ran, fast as I could.
I kept running, through the trees, past the stream.
I would never come back.
I couldn't live with myself after what I'd done.
Couldn't live with myself.
There you go! PLEASE review!!!!! Let me know if you cried, or didn't think it was emotional enough.
I might make amendments.
Thanks for your help.