Stella Starlet

Devil

Carlisle's Point of View

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Punch after punch, I never got the satisfaction I was craving. The satisfaction that I needed. 

I was beyond frustrated. I took my pistol and emptied a round into his chest. With each time his body convulsed from the impact, my anger grew.

Why wasn't this doing it for me anymore?

After some time at the house, I left. Driving ninety-nine down the streets, my car's voice bellowing in the midnight air. 

I wanted some release, I needed it. My skin was itching with urge and I couldn't ignore it. 

Bad habits were almost like a warm blanket; familiar and comforting. They were unhealthy, often deadly, but I needed them to survive. 

I drove to one of the club's that my family owned and parked my car outside beside all the flashy and expensive sports cars.

When I walked inside, the smell of leather, cigars, and sweat hit me. The fluorescent red lights shone above the stages where strippers danced in front of men with hungry eyes.

In the back, I noticed a couple familiar faces sitting, smoking cigars and laughing. 

I walked over with the loud music vibrating the floor my feet stepped over. 

"What the fuck?" I heard Stephen yell as he looked at me. 

I grinned as I got to the large couches where cigar smoke clouded the atmosphere. 

"Carlisle! I haven't seen you in years!" Stephen embraced me in an affectionate hug.

I grew up with him and when I moved to America, we never stayed in touch. The thought made me sad.

As we sat down and got situated, a drink was handed to me. 

"What have you been up to?" Stephen exclaimed. 

Our two friends also greeted me, God, I hadn't seen these guys in years. It felt good.

"Fuck," I swore as I took a swig of my drink. "I haven't seen my wife in months." I laughed.

Stephan and the others chuckled. "She was always bat-shit. I never understood why you married her."

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After a couple hours and many drinks, I was drunk. 

I was having a damn good time, it felt good to be back with my old friends, goofing off like the old times.

"How have you been getting by without your wife?" Stephan slurred suggestively. 

I laughed. 

"There's this girl. Fuck, I love this girl." I took a hit from the cigar. "She's gorgeous and the sweetest thing in the whole world."

"I don't know why she's even with you. You're a fucking devil. When you get a taste of blood, you're the scariest guy I've ever seen."

I chuckled and exhaled a breath of smoke. "Opposites attract." I shrugged. 

Stephan and his friends loudly cheered as tanned women in trench coats walked over. 

"Fuck," I slurred as I laughed. 

Did I have it in me to be a faithful man? 

Anger was still pulsating through my body and I wanted to do something to get rid of it. 

When one of the women came over to me and suggestively smiled as she licked her lips, I knew the answer. 

I wasn't a cheater.

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. I handed the woman a handful of hundred-dollar-bills, smiled at her and then walked out. 

Once I got to my car, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag with white crystals inside. Stephen gave me it as a "welcome home" gift.

On the console of my Aston Martin, I crushed up the diamond into snow and organized it into a line.

After taking the hit, I felt the familiarity of the act. Anger quickly faded as happiness began to set in. 

This drug was almost like a wave. I indulged in its warmth, its ebb and flow washing over me. Soon, I was going to be drifting among the waves to wherever they wanted to take me. 

After doing another line, I revved the engine and sped off into the early morning. I knew the sun would be making an appearance soon and a new day would be rising above the horizon. 

I wanted to figure out what I was going to do with Stella. I was pissed beyond belief. It almost felt like this was all a game; she ran off and came back when she wanted to. 

I mean, after a while, I went out and fucked around with other women but I thought I would never see Stella again. 

It didn't feel fair. 

I let the thoughts leave my mind, I wanted to be fucking happy. For fuck's sake, I'm drunk and high; I'm not going to spend it by worrying. 

Along twisty roads where there were no lights, I floored the gas pedal and felt the car fly. Driving fast always calmed my nerves.

Somewhere in my mind, I knew it was a horrifically bad idea. I was seeing double and I couldn't even think straight but I didn't fucking care. 

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Third Person Point of View

As the tires made a loud screeching noise, the car flipped like a toy, over and over again. The sound of smashing metal and shattering glass reverberated throughout the Tuscany countryside. 

As the car's momentum began to slow down, the sun began to rise. 

Carlisle's sports car was rested on its roof, his unconscious body upside down, blood running down his forehead and cheeks. Glass was littered all over the wild flowers and grass.

Smoke danced its way up from the engine which was crushed against a large tree. 

The sun began to rise more, its marigold rays casted itself over Carlisle's dying body. 

Tick tock. The sky got brighter and brighter as the stars began to fade. Tick tock. Carlisle was losing time. 

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Author's Note

Hi guys!! Sorry it's been so long since I updated. 

I also made a Lana Del Rey reference in this chapter!! (diamonds into snow)

Hope you are all well!

- Victoria xoxo