Who: Edward and Open What: Being confused Where: A sidewalk somewhere When: Early night
Something was wrong.
She had been here. He’d followed her into the city; she was fast, her legs moved swiftly and her snarls were loud and if at all possible, angrier than his own. She was bitter, furious that he’d finally gotten onto her trail so abruptly, without warning. Their game of cat and mouse was somehow kept as silent as the heavens would allow, and Edward, despite sometimes being turned around and nearly pounced upon by the red headed she-devil, liked to believe that he was indeed, the stalking, more dangerous feline. Victoria on the other hand, was the mouse, she had to be. He was, after all, hunting her like a lion who wanted nothing more than to sink his canines into the gazelle.
Ripping her apart would be his last good deed directed at Bella. Limb and flesh and bone were what he craved and Victoria was the only one who he had ever despised with such unceasing vigor, and therefore, it was her body that he sought to destroy. Their chase erupted onto the darker streets of the city and the two of them were no more than brief flashes, gold eyes and flowing red hair, the color of freshly spilt blood. He advanced, with teeth gleaming in the moonlight, a rumble deep within his chest and hands that wanted nothing more than to wrap around the white curves of her neck.
His body moved closer and closer to her own as the chase continued, without any hint of coming to a stop anytime soon. He could have easily reached out and grabbed her by the hair at that moment, but before he was given the chance the form in front of him vanished and Edward, surprised and bewildered, fell to the ground with a hard, cracking thud.
The surface of the sidewalk split and began to fracture with the force of his collision, but Edward showed no sign of discomfort, only genuine confusion. The bright red streak was no more and suddenly, he realized that he’d never gotten a glimpse of her face, which was very odd indeed. He’d followed her for nearly two hours, and never once had he looked into her eyes. He’d smelled her, her scent was strong and it could not be mistaken for belonging to someone else, but he hadn’t seen her from the front. He hadn’t seen her face at all.
The vampire was on his back, his head was to the ground and his eyes were raised to the sky. A woman carrying a briefcase ran to him, asked if he needed an ambulance. He looked at her; she saw the details of his face and took a breath. She backed up, her eyes wide, and then she began to walk away from him, all the while, stealing glances behind her, so that she could behold him again and again.
He paid no attention to her, and he did not get up.