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Who: Edward Cullen (
When: Right now.
Where: That little forest area by the river right before the town.
Summary: Edward is back! He's kinda crazy right now. We'll see what happens.
Rating: PG-13? Yeah, let's go with that, just to be safe. I'm sure there will be cursing.
His body was there, crouching on the riverbank. Pale skin glistening slightly in the light that managed to make it through the trees. His unblinking eyes glowing red.
Edward was gone. Behind his instincts, behind the monster that he was, he was sleeping. Deep in a coma while his body took over. Human blood cycled through his system. Never had there been so much, not since he was first turned, and his own blood had lingered within him. It would be enough blood to keep him from hunting for months. Enough blood, especially human blood, to make him nearly as strong as a new vampire. But not quite. Still, stronger than any amount of animal blood had ever made him.
Despite this abundance, though, he was thirsty. The monster wanted more. It was ready for the hunt. Red, glowing eyes scanning the darkness. It knew where the village was. It knew there were people there. Its senses flared at the activity. The venom in his mouth a constant reminder of his thirst, washing away the fresh taste of blood that lingered, burning his throat.
The thing that was not Edward grinned. It had complete control.
The Malnosso had fed him well, but he was ready to catch his own prey, now.
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The look in Edward's eyes promised pain and perhaps even his destruction if he allowed it...and it was so fucking beautiful. Fangs were instinctively bared as the vampire allowed a little more of his control to slip. The release, so delicious and sinful. Eyes narrowed only the slightest bit as he waited on Edward.
As expected the vampire threw himself once again against him. The scent of burning flesh emanating strongly from him, feeding that dark hunger inside the red eyed murderer.
And yet with his instincts so close to the surface, it was no surprise when the scent of blood seemed to slam into him, rendering him startled for a brief moment. Copper, red, sweet, intoxicating, the delicious scent filled the clearing, drowning his own heightened senses.
Body which had been moving, ready to defend and attack, slowed down while red burning eyes flickered to Bella, the carmine pools settling on the crimson liquid flowing so freely.
However it took him only a few seconds to realize his mistake, he had allowed himself open for an attack...
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Another strange cry escaped him, as if he were being burned again, as soon as the scent intensified with the flow of blood. Though this one was different than before. Despair instead of rage.
Edward was awake, now, and he was fighting. Bella had done just about the worst thing she could possibly have done to herself. She may as well sign her death certificate now in her own blood.
But he had to do something, the part of himself that he hated had made the plans as soon as it smelled her. It didn't care about the finer details anymore, it couldn't. It planned to change direction as soon as it landed, ignoring the sharp object posed near her heart. Her blood was spilled already, and it was cooling more and more every second.
Edward began to desperately attempt reasoning with himself. Throwing scenario after scenario through his mind, again and again, doing everything and anything he could to stall the moment he would spring at her.
He finally felt something waver during the last seconds of attempted reason. There was someone else here, the other. He was a vampire, too. He could match his speed. He could interfere within a moment's notice. She would pierce herself and, while they fought, she would die there. So much of her precious blood would be wasted...
Unless he got rid of the other vampire, first.
Edward was already midway through the attack, and all it took was a break in the skin. He could disable the redhead and finish him off later. He could provide the will power, it just needed to wait for the most opportune moment to finish the hunt...
And it worked. The thought of her blood soaking into the ground, growing cold and dirty, convinced him. It would only be a few seconds, and he had lasted this long already...With that time, he could get control. He had to get control.
Edward hardly had to brace himself as he slammed his hard body against Zelman, with enough force that should send them both into the ground. Half a second later and his mouth would be at the other's throat.
But what then? His eyes would flicker to Bella, conflict raging behind the red irises. Once Zelman was dealt with, would he be able to stop himself from going after the girl? Maybe the venom wouldn't have any more affect on the other vampire as it had with him. Would Bella stab herself anyway once he bit? How much control did Zelman have at the moment? If Edward let him go without hurting him, would he still go after Bella?
Was he willing to take that chance?
A long second passed as he hesitated with his decision. But a second or two was all it took. The point was to stall, to gain more control. He refused to give in and hurt Bella. If it meant biting Zelman over her, then that was what he would have to do. At the very least, he wasn't in danger of losing anything worse than his life. It was too late for him.
If he doesn't act, Zelman will have a decent amount of venom entering his body. Edward didn't know what would happen, but he didn't trust Zelman at this point. He couldn't, especially not after Bella had been bleeding everywhere. Zelman was a threat to her safety, a bigger threat than she was to herself, a threat that he wouldn't be able to control like this.
He only hoped that Bella had understood the look on his face. That he was here, that she didn't need to stab herself.
If she died, he wouldn't be able to take it. He would have to follow.
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Tiny pinpricks instantly shot up his neck, the poison feeling like nothing less than a distant sting, but enough to feel uncomfortable. Like he had told Edward before, the only poison to him is silver after all.
Still anger, hot and unforgiving shot through the redheaded vampire. Thoughts quickly focused on one thing. The other had dared to bite him. His blood had been greedily drunk by some unworthy brat. Red eyes shifted to amber and his own energy darkened around him, the shadows seeming to come alive out of Old Blood.
Like wildfire, he could feel his own power rushing out of him. It was up to Edward if he moved fast enough, for at the moment his control had just slipped and the fires of hell would be released.
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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...
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She continued to watch everything with eyes wide with shock. She was scared that she might lose Edward, and she knew she wouldn't be able to bear it if that happened. She couldn't lose him, not again.
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"How dare you drink from me?" His voice was eerily calm, but the danger that those words emanated could not be missed. There was something suddenly so very dark about the vampire that the air around them seemed almost suffocating all of the sudden, his presence seeming to fill the air all around them.
The fire still flared around him, the heat feeling almost like the lover's caress. Fire was usually fatal to vampires, but to him it was life, it was his essence. If the fire were to die one day, he would gladly die with it.
And right now the fire was hungry, it wanted to destroy. One hand came up. Edward was going to get acquainted with Hide Hand. He was going to feel like a hard wall just got knocked into him. Only to feel afterwards as an invisible hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing and trying to snap his neck.
This would be only a distraction though. For the next moment, Zelman would be appearing behind Edward, fangs bared.
Even through his anger, one thing was far too demanding. He needed to show his dominance...he needed to bite the other vampire...to stake his superiority.
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Of course, that wasn't a problem. Edward didn't need to breath and it would take a lot more force to snap any of his bones.
The lack of scent did, however, set the vampire's instincts on edge. He was suddenly hyper aware of the sudden movement behind him and the threat that lurked there.
Sure, he knew that Zelman's bite wouldn't hurt him, but if this was a fight for dominance, then Edward refused to give in. He was going to fight back.
He'll be demonstrating a well practiced dodge, seeming to appear in a landing position only a few feet away and facing Zelman again.
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She didn't like any of this. She wasn't even completely sure if Edward had come back to his senses. All she knew is that he had stopped trying to lunge at her, and now he seemed to be paying attention to Zelman.
"Stop it! Both of you!" She cried out. The sooner they stopped, the sooner she'd have Edward again. She wanted to be selfish right now.