Prompt 3- darkNnerdy

***Nerdy had to be Miss Fancypants and combine both of her prompts***

His daydreams are filled with images of her. Long, dark hair. Big brown eyes. The feel of her warm skin on his. The electricity. The way it made his heart feel alive.

Her scent wraps itself around him, pulling him closer. He tastes her lips, her hands in his hair, her body flush with his.

If he could cry, if he could rip out his own heart, he would. He’d break it from the cage within his chest and give it to her. He’d show her it was all a lie. That he only meant to protect her.

Now he’s lost. Broken.

Ashamed.

He lies on the bare bed in the small apartment in Brazil, motionless and alone. Pretending to sleep. To dream about her. Wishing for death, for the fires of hell to creep over his skin and consume him for what he did to her.

The images of her body washing up on shore haunt him. They claw inside his skull and paint pictures of his dead girlfriend. His mate. The only person that ever made him feel real. Alive.

When he got the phone call―when Alice told him Bella was dead―he knew his life was over. That he would find a way to end it. To be with her.

Now he just has to figure out how.

When he turns his stiff neck he’s sure he’s dreaming. He curses himself for allowing the image of her to slink in again. Only this time he can smell her.

There she stands looking over him, her eyes vacant and her fingers wrapped around a brown doll.

“Bella?” he blinks, unsure if his mind is playing tricks on him once again.

She only stands there, and he can’t find her heartbeat in the quiet room. There is no breathing, no pulse. Blood isn’t rushing under her skin. There isn’t even a blush.

It’s just her. Standing as still as possible looking down at him.

“Bella? How did you get here?” He sits up slowly, waiting for her to react, to scream at him, and all he wants is to wrap his arms around her and hold her. To beg for forgiveness. The look in her eyes stops him.

Wet strands hang over her slim shoulders, casting dark shadows across her face. Only one thought in her mind, only one word.

Him.

Edward flinches when he hears it. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

Him. She repeats as her fingers tighten on the doll.

“Are you…” he hesitates, his eyes raking over her grey skin slick with water. “Bella, are you okay?”

When she opens her mouth to speak water spills from her lips, dribbling down her chin.

“Jesus Christ.” He jumps off the bed, but hits a wall as he tries to rush to her side.

Her head lifts slowly, her lips curling into a sinister smile as she opens her hand.

“What’s happening?” He looks around trying to push past the invisible barrier around her. His fists pound and his growls echo through the room.

It’s a gift for you. He hears inside his mind and his eyes flash to her. I brought you this.

“I can hear you.” His eyes widen in amazement and he takes a step back. “How can I hear you?”

I missed you, Edward.

“I missed you too. So much.” His knees buckle and he grabs the bed for support, falling backwards. “Why can’t I touch you? They told me you were dead, Bella.”

He growls thinking of his sister and her lies as Bella tilts her head to the side. Blood spots cover the white in her eyes, turning the brown a dark black. Her movements are stiff as she takes a step toward the bed. It makes his cold skin crawl watching her move.  

She looks more dead than him.

“Let me call Carlisle, Bella. He can help you.” He reaches for his phone but jerks back as a searing pain shoots up his arm. When he looks up, Bella has the doll in hand, a needle raking over it’s tiny arm.

“How are you doing that?” He tries to move his arm, but it won’t budge. It’s stuck, throbbing and splitting open with each stroke she gives.

Did you miss me too?

“I did, Bella. I missed you so much.” He winces as she drags the pin up his arm, sticking it deep into his shoulder.

A howl of pain shakes the tiny window in the room and Edward grabs for his shoulder, trying to stop the pain.

His teeth gnash together as his skin tries to heal around the wound, making the pain run deeper. It courses through the venom running in his veins, pulsing like a heartbeat under his skin.

“Bella. Stop, please.” The only answer is a deep dark chuckle in his mind. It vibrates within him as Bella lifts the pin out of his shoulder.

A sigh of relief escapes his lips just as she jabs another pin into his other arm. His back arches and his eyes squeeze tight. His fingers brush the sheets, trying to catch hold as his arms are jerked further apart.

Bella stands at the edge of his bed, doll in hand, watching him writhe in pain.

Does it hurt?

“Yes!” he shouts, his teeth snapping at her as the monster inside him breaks free.

The tinge of gold his eyes held fade, black consuming them as growls rip through his chest.

Good. Her smile is bright as Edward thrashes on the bed, the twine around his neck becoming tighter as her fingers dance over the doll. With each tap his body seizes in pain. His legs become stiff. His arms throbbing.

“Fucking stop!” He growls at her, his eyes narrowed and his chest heaving. “Alice if you can see me, make it stop. I’ll hurt her. Don’t make me do that.”

As if on cue the phone beside the bed begins to ring. Bella looks it over before her eyes land back on Edward.

I think we’ve had enough of your sister interfering. A pin slides up the face of the doll and pierces Edward temple. It inches its way inside before she pulls it out again and stabs his cheek.

The screams that follow are second only to the sound of his flesh ripping open. Venom spills over his lip and onto the pillow. He can taste it in his mouth as well as the burning in his throat as Bella begins to prick her own skin with the needle.

Do you still love me, Edward?

He wants to say yes, to shout it out, to beg her to stop but something pierces his heart. It enters his chest, tearing at the hard flesh. Flaying him open. Exposing him.

Edward lifts his head as the pain fades, wanting to find the hole in his chest, but his eyes meet those of Bella’s.

“You want me dead?”

You’re already dead, silly boy. Her giggles fill his head once more as she lies down next to him on the bed. Her cold eyes watch him as his own form slits. Edward feels his fingers begin to curl, the need to stop her so powerful within him.

The look on her face, the pure joy at his pain, makes the monster inside roar in fury.

“You have stop this. Whatever it is. I can’t control myself, Bella,” he pleads with her as his eyes follow her legs as they move over his waist.

You haven’t had control since I walked in here, Edward. Bella smiles down at him, water spilling from her lips as her fingers curl around the doll.

Careful, as if it were real, she lays the doll on Edward’s chest and brushes hair from his face as his teeth snap at her.

Her cold fingers trail over his cheek, wiping away the venom as she straddles him. Something in Edward’s mind tells him this Bella isn’t his Bella. She doesn’t feel the same even if her smell makes him feel alive. That something isn’t enough for the monster inside.

To the monster, she’s nothing more than a threat. Food. A body to devour and consume.

To Bella, he’s nothing more than the man that broke her. He’s the noose that held her neck while she fell. The bruise that scarred her face when she hit the rocks beneath the cliff.

He’s nothing more than the water that coated her throat and filled her lungs.

“He’ll kill you, Bella.” Edward tries but she only kisses his cheek, jamming another needle into his stomach.

Not if I kill him first.

Over and over again Bella touches his skin with her cold fingers. They linger and draw lines. Like whispered words against his skin.

For each line she adds another needle. Cutting him deeper. Smiling at his pain and laughing at his cries.

Scars scatter his body, only to disappear again. Disappointment flashes in her eyes followed by pain and love.

It’s like a dance. With each scream, each growl, she punctures a new wound. His fingers tense and he uses all his strength trying desperately to break free of the hold she has over his body.

All that hate for the wolves. If it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be together right now, Edward. Childlike laughter fills his mind as flashes of bonfires and tribal men surrounding Bella’s body swim in his thoughts.

The chants become louder. He watches as Jacob places a doll into Bella’s hand. The same doll sitting on his chest with dozens of needles sticking out of it.

Do you want to see a magic trick, Edward?

“No, Bella.” For the first time since he was changed, Edward is exhausted. “What did they do to you?”

Her eyes snap up to meet his, her fingers no longer playing tug of war with the doll and his body. The images that were playing in his mind are gone. The only thing left is water.

So much water.

“I did this to you. Let me fix this. Please,” he begs, too tired to fight her.

I bet you’re hungry. Think of it as your last supper.

His eyes go wide as her fingers dig into her arm. Nails drag and flesh separates, revealing dark blood.

“No.” He turns his head to the side and stops breathing. Trying hard to forget the image of her blood.

Dinner time.

Her fingers pulls his face to hers as she pushes her arm onto his lips. Any resistance he had drifts away as Bella’s scent washes over him. Teeth sink into cold flesh and drink, pulling her blood into his mouth.

Moans fill the room, replacing the screams. Eyes once black, begin to slowly turn a deep red as he watches her feed him.

It isn't until his hunger subsides that the burning begins.

All better?

Flames lick at his insides, washing over every inch of him. He spits out the lingering blood in his mouth. There is no warmth with her blood. Only the bitter, sour taste of blood gone bad.

Dead blood.

“What did you do to me?” He spits again and blood covers Bella’s face, splattering across her grey skin. “Who are you?”

Her mind opens to him again.

Carlisle stands over Bella on the beach, Alice cradling her head in her lap. Blue lips sputter out water and tears streak across pale skin.

He watches the life leave her. He sees the struggle in his fathers eyes and the fear in Alice’s. He watches lips move and arms tighten as wolves begin to surround them.

Edward freezes as Alice sinks her teeth into Bella’s shoulder.

“No,” he whispers and his eyes fly open searching for Bella.

Another flash and Carlisle is carrying Bella to the tribe, laying her over a rock as he apologizes to them all. Alice stands, hovering over Bella’s body, begging the men. Demanding they save her. To fix what she can not.

They brought me back. They brought me to you, Edward.

He watches the lips of the men circling her. The worried glances. He see’s a dance, one he remembers. One that was forbidden.

A dark magic used by old men.

“Oh, Bella.” His red eyes turn sad as he watches the woman he loves decaying before his eyes.

Her mind moves to dirt. They each throw a pile over her body.

Pins enter his body again, but he doesn’t make a sound. He only watches and waits.

She’s barely covered in her grave. Clouds pass above her as howls echo in the forest. He watches as her hand twitches first. Fingers pushing through the dirt, revealing a stark grey body as it emerges from the ground.

Jacob isn’t fast enough. He doesn’t realize what’s happening until she lunges at him. Her teeth bared, her hands twisted into his fur as he tries to transform. To protect himself.

He’s dead within seconds.

They brought me back for you, Edward. Don’t you see?

“I do see, baby.” If he could cry, if his heart could truly break, it would.

Pins poke him again, puncturing his legs, pulling him apart.

Can I show you my trick now?

He looks at her once more, hoping to see his Bella. To see some spark of her left.

Cold dark eyes and a vicious smile stare back at him.

With a nod and a sad smile he feels her fingers dig into his chest, pulling apart his ribs. Bella doesn’t bother looking at Edward as she places her doll inside his chest next to his cold heart. She lets the wound seal around her arm, holding her to him.

In her mind it’s like a hug. Like she can finally feel as close to him as she always wanted.

To Edward it’s pain and fear and hopelessness.

When he feels her fingers against his spine his teeth clench and his jaw grinds.

Don’t look so sad, Edward. She tilts her head to the side as her fingers hook the twine around his neck. She begins to wrap it around her finger, twirling it inside him as she grips a hold of his bones.

With a one last look at her, he lets himself see the girl he loves. Feel her warm skin as he holds her close, dances with her, kisses her. Touches her. Tastes her.

With sorry on his tongue and regret in his heart he hears the crack of his spine and the splintering of his skin as she breaks him in two.

Edward’s head rolls off the bed, and bounces on the floor. Laughter fills the room as Bella rips her arm free from his chest, smiling down at the cold, hard heart in her hand.

Now we can be together forever, Edward.

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~The Unholy Trinity