Of course, the intent was to insert venom into Zelman's bloodstream, but in order for that to happen Edward would have to drink some. Aside from what Bella's blood must taste like to him, Zelman's was amazing. It was intense, and practically burned it'd essence into his mind. It was better than anything he'd ever tasted before.

But it didn't last long. The venom wasn't working, and the chances of Edward's back-up plan coming into play had just dropped next to nothing. Edward knew that it was a possibility that it wouldn't turn out the way he had hoped, but he never imagined it to have such little effect.

He was already backing away when Zelman's eyes lit up, but he was too late. The feeling of being cremated alive came over Edward again as he jumped out of the way, only to stumble a landing a few feet behind Zelman, flames dancing across his smoking skin. He faced Zelman, straitening up again.

Edward's eyes became an even brighter shade of red as the new blood passed through his system. He stared Zelman down with them, ready to dodge whatever else was about to come at him. If he had the chance, he would make his attack as well, breaking whatever came within reach. With luck, the redhead's neck.

He knew Zelman's body had a limit and now he would have to try and reach it...