my first ever fan fiction!! The idea is that Bella never goes cliff jumping, and Victoria pays her a visit. TW: blood, violence
She looked at me with her ruby eyes, and a chill went down my spine. “I suppose you know why I’m here.” she said. I didn’t say anything, but she had captured my eyes, and I couldn’t look away. The sweet scent of her skin was intoxicating, like an expensive perfume, only no perfume could ever smell this alluring. I wondered briefly if Charlie would smell it in my room afterwards, after all, Edward’s lingered in my sheets for weeks before it finally faded. I missed that reminder of him, even though it used to torture me at night. Especially in the beginning, sometimes I would wake up and think that he was there, it hurt so much more when I would remember the truth. He doesn’t love me anymore. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around my torso, at least the monster in my bedroom would bring me some peace.
“Where’s your little boyfriend? Would he like to watch?” she sneered. The ugly expression didn’t even mar her face for a second, and her voice was like that of a siren. A beautiful mirage, concealing a dangerous predator.
My voice sounded so pathetic in comparison “He left.”.
A look of shock flitted across her face, so slight I almost missed it, and she wordlessly looked across my room, searching for any sign to the contrary. I watched her eyes travel over my bedspread, over my dresser and throughout the space. Then it seemed as if she was realizing for the first time that his scent was also missing. When her hard eyes returned to me they seemed even darker than before. “He left?” She repeated.
“Yes.” I swallowed.
Then, quicker than my eyes could follow she grabbed a lamp from my desk and flung it across the room. It crashed angrily against the wall, but I didn’t even blink before Victoria’s hand was wrapped around my throat and she was holding me up off the ground, with my feet dangling uselessly. “Why?” She spat the word like poison.
My hands were clenched around her marble forearms, trying to relieve some of the pressure from my neck. I struggled to speak, “I guess he got bored”.
Abruptly, she dropped me on the ground, and I landed like a rag doll. Standing over me, she spoke, “I want him to feel the way I did, when I lost James, when he killed James.” She paused to set her foot on my chest, the pressure was overwhelming. “An eye for an eye, a mate for a mate.”.
I rubbed my neck and coughed. “I’m not his mate, not anymore. He might be mine, but I’m not his.”
She screamed horribly and pressed down on my torso, I felt a rip crack and groaned in pain.
“Then WHY would he kill James for a worthless human?!”
I couldn’t reply this time, the pain was making me see stars.
She took her foot off me and I exhaled in relief. Inhaling felt like breathing in glass, but at least I had access to air again.
She slowly knelt down and appraised me with her cold stare as if thinking to herself how small and insignificant I am.
“How can I cause him pain if you truly mean nothing to him?”
I didn’t answer, but not because of the pain this time.
She took my jaw in one of her icy hands and turned my face so I was looking at her, “Well I’m already here.” she said just before grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head back onto the floor. My vision went white and I started to panic. I could feel hot blood on my neck, and the smell made me sick, or maybe it was the concussion. In the distance I could hear howling and I hoped that they would stay away. They’re far too young to die. Victoria seemed to notice the sound too, and maybe it was the fact that she wouldn’t be able to take her time with me, maybe it was the fact that Edward wouldn’t be as affected by my death as she was by James’s, or maybe it was just the smell of my blood, but Victoria impulsively lowered her face to my neck, and bit. The last thing I heard before succumbing to the fire in my veins was the sound of Victoria, fleeing my bedroom, and the sounds of a fight, right outside my window. Then I burned.