DEATH WISH - j.hale

THE KILL - 17

FUNNY ENOUGH, right after she had swept   the entire house with a god damn knife being held in such a white-knuckled grip, she knew the answers before she had even thrown herself into her seat in front of the small brown desk and started to type away.

She felt hopelessly stupid with the things she searched Google with, but she was grasping at anything to try and figure out the mystery behind the Cullens.

Flawless, pale skin — utterly beautiful faces — cold to the touch — liquid golden eyes that change to almost pitch black. Why wouldn't she feel stupid?

However, she felt displeased with the lack of information online — most of which were results for various amounts of illnesses that can change around key features of a person. However, Sara knew there was something that didn't add up to the conclusion of the Cullens being human. In fact, they seemed to be completely made of marble, like the Greek gods had carved them from perfect stone themselves.

Sara huffed loudly, leaning back into her seat as she rubbed her face out of frustration.

What the fuck is wrong with Forks?

Maybe they were sick, she thought to herself, her mind desperately grabbing at anything that may convince herself that she was, in fact, crazy — that the beautiful family of perfection was merely human and nothing else that could be connected to some form of 'higher power'.

She wanted to groan with the amount of questions that ran through her aching brain. Her head throbbed painfully, a massive headache finally catching up with her from the previous events of that night.

A chill ran down her spine as she remembered exactly what had happened, but most importantly, how Jasper and Edward knew where they were.

"Fuck my life," she muttered under her breath, slamming her laptop closed and standing. The rain outside her window had picked up an alarmingly amount and beat against her window. She turned to face it, studying it for a few seconds before deciding to close it.

Her room was already cold, anyways.

She tightly closed it, sighing as she made her way to her bed.

Yet she couldn't shake the feeling of something being off. The young girl felt as if someone were watching her, studying her every move.

She ran a hand through her hair, throwing herself onto her bed. It had to be paranoia. It just had to be, right?

And with that final thought, she leaned over to switch off her lamp and attempt to finally drift into the world of unconsciousness peace.

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She was running, her feet scrambling through the thick, green forest that surrounded her.

She could hear him, the crunching of branches behind her filling her head with fear and horror. Her lungs ached, begging for relief and a break from the non-stop running, yet she knew she couldn't stop. She couldn't stop until she was safe.

He was silent behind her, not even breaths leaving his lips as he chased her past dozens of green trees. If it weren't for the echoing sick laughs that surrounded her, along with the crunching of twigs and leaves, then she wouldn't even know the danger that presented itself to her.

She shot quick glances behind her every few seconds, trying to see just how far away he was from her. She knew she couldn't fight him off — that he would win as soon as his hands were on her. The only thing she could hope for was that her feet — already damaged and scratched up from the long pointy grass — would help her run, run as fast as she could.

However, luck wasn't on her side.

She felt as her foot caught beneath a large root, sending her flying as she tripped. A large groan left her lips when she felt the impact, her breathing quick and sharp as she tried to scramble back up.

Quickly, she reached ahead of her so she could pull herself up, but she was too late.

In an instant, he was on her, his hand reaching to her head and slamming it down against the wet dirt beneath her.

She thrashed, bucking her hips as she tried to get the man off her. "Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, her eyes closing as she cried.

He smiled — a sick and disturbing thing. In other circumstances, it may just be beautiful, the way his lips curved upward and showed his pearl white teeth. But now? He was an animal, an animal taunting his weak, and very much human, prey.

His hand never left her hair as he leaned forward, his chest level with her back that was facing upward. She could feel the sticky moss soaking through her shirt, most likely staining the once beautiful white fabric. She cried, whispering pleas when his lips found their way to her neck.

"You have no idea how excited you make me, darling."

The words were cold, his breath sending shivers down her spine as it hit her face. His voice was heavenly, the beautiful, thick Texas accent becoming more apparent with every word he spoke.

The smell — so fucking familiar.

He leaned back up, his knees on either side of her body beneath him. He pulled her hair hard, causing the girl to bend upwards in pain. "Fuck you," she hissed, her face contorting with pain.

He found himself rolling his eyes, yet he was still amused with the way she fought. He dropped her back down, her face landing back against the dirt. He stood gracefully, looking down upon the girl with a small frown. "You never learn, honey, don't you?" He asked lowly, chuckling darkly to himself.

In an instant, he was crouched again, his hand reaching to grip her leg and completely crush the bone.

The adrenaline rush that coursed through her veins was enough to numb her completely, and it wasn't until she heard the sweet sickening crack throughout her leg that she screamed, hot tears streaming in her green eyes.

He smiled to himself, satisfied with the reaction he had caused from the girl, his dark eyes shining slightly. "Good girl," he murmured, using his hand to sharply turn the girl around so she was facing upwards.

He wanted to watch her while she died, to see the spark that once shined in her green eyes completely burn out.

Tears blurred her vision, the cries shrinking to only quiet sobs. She knew she was going to die. Why fight it? She wanted the pain to end, right there and right now.

He leaned over her body, his face stopping right in above hers. For the final time, she admired his features — the way the moonlight caught in his golden hair, his dark eyes shining as he looked down upon her.

Slowly, he leaned down closer to her, his breath crawling across her neck as his eyes closed. His lips pressed against her neck, a soft kiss being placed just under her jaw. His lips were soft and cold, feeling lovely against the heat that radiated throughout her entire body.

He placed another kiss on her neck, slowly trailing down to the nape of it, right above her collarbone. Her breath hitched in her throat when he shifted slightly above her, and then she could feel his teeth sinking into her skin.

There was burning —

And then there was nothing.

Tbh this chapter kinda sucks but it's important! I hope you enjoyyyy

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( edited - 2/5/21 )