Category: Twi25 Round 4 (Page 3 of 3)

Surface

Knocking on his door, I wait until I hear his distracted, “Come in,” before entering his study.

I barely manage to keep from chuckling at the sight before me.

His hair is disheveled, glasses askew. Papers are strewn across every inch of workspace. Scattered across those are various bits and bobs I’m not sure I could identify.

Placing the tray of tea and biscuits on the small side table, I lean against the desk, my fingers combing through his blond curls.

He looks up, smiling apologetically.

I grin. “I figured you wouldn’t come up for air on your own, so…”

Trap

It’s almost too easy.

Contacts to hide the red eyes.

A crooked smile.

A roving glance.

A wave of desire so strong that it cancels out their inherent sense of danger enough for me to go in for the kill.

Literally, and figuratively.

I take pleasure from my kills – in every way.

This time is no different as I lead the unassuming brunette away. It’s as if she has no sense of self-preservation.

“What’s your name, Sugar?” I purr, trailing a finger along her jaw.

She shivers. “Bella.”

Skimming my nose along her neck, I inhale her bouquet.

She’s mine!

Under

“No! Please! Stop…”

I whimper, covering my ears in a vain attempt to block out the sound. It doesn’t matter. I can’t shut off my memories, as I hear them all again. Begging. Pleading for me to not take their life. Praying to a God I no longer believe in for salvation.

Despair.

Agony.

Betrayal.

So many emotions – too many. I envy my victims as I ache for the release I grant them. At least there is an end for them, where I am forced to live through their torture for eternity.

Every kill I sink further, drowning in emotion.

Wander

Walking through these halls and seeing all the displays is like touching history. Even I can recognize that. For me, though, the true excitement comes from watching his rapture as he takes everything in.

Every few paces, he stops to read a plaque or point out something of particular interest to him. His face lights up with each new discovery, and his eagerness to share his delight is endearing to me.

He twines our fingers, pulling me to him. “Thank you for this, Edward,” he murmurs before kissing me softly.

Cupping his cheek, I smile. “You’re welcome, Jazz. Happy birthday.”