Their Personal Piece of Perfect
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twispiteficTitle: Their Personal Piece of Perfect
Author: albion_witch
Fandom(s) Twilight
Rating PG-13
Word count 1331
Inspiration Bella's jealousy over any other woman that Edward encounters and her and Edward's skewed morals
Warnings Implied violence, character deaths, and dismemberment
Summary I love him. Shouldn’t that be enough?
Bella
I love him.
Shouldn’t that be enough?
We live on Isle Esme. That’s the only place left where nobody can bother us. Not the humans, not the New Vampire Federation. Not even Renesmee. My poor perfect, ungrateful daughter.
We’ve worked so hard to keep ourselves secret, My Edward and I. He can hear any thoughts coming from passing boats and I can shield us from any trackers they have with them.
I love Edward, but it has gotten a bit boring here. I’ve must have read our books a thousand times already. The sex is still fantastic if a little stale.
I hope My Edward hasn’t gotten bored of me.
I miss Alice. She always has such pretty dresses for me to wear. I’ve gotten so used to her dressing me up like a Barbie doll. I’ve worn the same dresses for five years now.
We’ve hired a woman to make dresses for me.
She does good work, for a human. The first dress she made me is a lavender Grecian-style dress that stops at the knees, just like the Vera Wang in the magazine.
She doesn’t dress herself very well though. She wears the same mud brown skirt and sky blue blouse every time she’s brought in. Of course, I really can’t see her wearing Paris fashions. Her sun-baked, calloused body doesn’t seem to work with the soft, smooth look of Versace. To own such clothes would mean not eating for a year.
My Edward watches her. He even tries to talk to her. I put my shield down for him. I don’t want him to wonder too much about this woman.
My Edward says that he was just wondering about the outside, considering how far off the grid we are.
As if there’s anything worth getting off Isle Esme for.
I mean, as long as we’re together, it’s all that we need, right?
I tell My Edward that I was going for a swim. He wants to come with. He can be so silly sometimes. Nothing can hurt me. I put my shield up so nobody can sense me. Well, anybody that can.
I glide through the water past reefs and trenches without ever having to surface for air. When I do surface, it is night. I sniff the air. What I’m searching for is not too far. I run faster than a blur into the colorfully painted slums. I sniff again. It’s in this little shack. I slide through a hole in the patched wall and I see seven figures sleeping on ratty-looking mattresses on the floor.
I love him.
I have to remind him sometimes.
I swim back to Isle Esme, washing away the smell of that slum and its seven occupants. Well, former occupants.
I keep my shield up. I want My Edward to be surprised.
I see him on the beach as I rise from the water. He doesn’t look happy.
Well, it looks like the surprise is ruined.
I love him.
Can’t he see that?
I amble up to embrace him, but he pushes me away.
Dearest, I love you.
I grab his arm and my fingers dig deep into his arm. I thought our skin was harder than that. His arm shouldn’t be able to crack that easily.
He struggles and his arm lands on the sand with a thud.
Oh, My Edward. Is this why you’re ripping my arm off? I wasn’t trying to hurt you.
Oh, I just broke your foot off. You can break mine if you like.
Oh, dear. Your head fell off. Off goes mine.
It’s kind of nice just lying on the beach with you, My Edward. I think the tide’s coming in. We’re gonna get soaked.
I love you.
How long did Carlisle say it would take for broken parts to merge back together?
Edward
It has gotten so dull here.
My love’s gift has worked a bit too well.
What I would give for the NVF to find us. It would be interesting for a change.
Bella asked about Alice. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was rounded up along with Carlisle and Esme in the siege. By Jasper, no less. Chelsea got to him like she did my daughter.
It would have been better if we’ve died together.
Bella seems happy enough. She copes with tragedy incredibly well.
Well, she wants new dresses, so there’s a human we’ve hired from the mainland.
She seems to be sufficiently cowed, not like the disrespectful lot of them who’ve taken to arming themselves with sledgehammers.
I hear her thoughts. My love must have lowered her shield. This dark woman, Eufemia Silva, mentally chatters in her native tongue plans concerning six children in her care in between her calculating the measurements of my beloved and the costs of materials. She obviously lacked some sense of self-control in her youth.
After her first visit, she produced a dress, a good simulacrum of a Vera Wang Bella saw in a magazine some time ago. She mentally reveled in the fact that she and her children will eat tonight.
There is a thought wedged deeply in her mind as she is getting back on the boat. Vampires are being rounded up for registration in the city nearby. Rosalie and Emmett got registered before the siege. They’ve practically handed us over to Chelsea on a silver platter. Carlisle wanted us to get registered, show them that they had nothing to fear from us.
The Volturi were gone, he reassured us. I regretted doubting his judgment at first, but even then I knew deep in the very core of me that something worse had taken the Volturi’s place.
Vampires have become common knowledge and it was My Renesmee that revealed us all.
It’s better for everyone that they know who we are, she told me.
I remember being very angry, cursing her when she showed up alongside Chelsea.
My Bella, is this why you wanted to spare her, I thought as my heart shattered into pieces that day.
My Bella is looking at me. Her face bears a worrisome expression. It reminds me of when I told her about the Denali coven.
Just wondering about the mainland, I tell her.
As if there’s anything worth getting off Isle Esme for, she thinks.
There is silence and then she speaks.
I’m going for a swim, she tells me.
It’s too dangerous, I reason. She ignores me.
She disappears under the waves. I still can’t hear her thoughts.
If my heart could beat, it would be like a jackhammer.
She still hasn’t come back.
She doesn’t know about the NVF Registration.
I still can’t hear her thoughts.
I hear boats. There are five humans and two vampires.
I sink below the waves.
I hear the humans’ thoughts.
A woman and her six children were killed by a vampire. The NVF are coming to investigate.
My Bella… she couldn’t have…
They leave but not before leaving just a terrible smell.
I surface and wait for My foolish, foolish Bella.
She finally rises from the waves, the smells of the slums still lingering on her. She comes to embrace me.
God, she smells awful.
I push her down on the sand.
She still advances. I feel her stabbing her fingers into my arm. I push her again but she takes my arm.
Bella, this is ridiculous. How dare you hurt your husband! I tear her arm off as a lesson. She kicks at my leg and severs my foot.
Bella, be reasonable!
I break her in half, but she has a good grip on my neck. She squeezes and my vertebrae separate. My head tumbles on to the sand, but not before I do the same to her.
She gives up the fight, having scattered our parts all over the beach. She smiles at me triumphantly.
Dear God, what made her like this?
Author: albion_witch
Fandom(s) Twilight
Rating PG-13
Word count 1331
Inspiration Bella's jealousy over any other woman that Edward encounters and her and Edward's skewed morals
Warnings Implied violence, character deaths, and dismemberment
Summary I love him. Shouldn’t that be enough?
Bella
I love him.
Shouldn’t that be enough?
We live on Isle Esme. That’s the only place left where nobody can bother us. Not the humans, not the New Vampire Federation. Not even Renesmee. My poor perfect, ungrateful daughter.
We’ve worked so hard to keep ourselves secret, My Edward and I. He can hear any thoughts coming from passing boats and I can shield us from any trackers they have with them.
I love Edward, but it has gotten a bit boring here. I’ve must have read our books a thousand times already. The sex is still fantastic if a little stale.
I hope My Edward hasn’t gotten bored of me.
I miss Alice. She always has such pretty dresses for me to wear. I’ve gotten so used to her dressing me up like a Barbie doll. I’ve worn the same dresses for five years now.
We’ve hired a woman to make dresses for me.
She does good work, for a human. The first dress she made me is a lavender Grecian-style dress that stops at the knees, just like the Vera Wang in the magazine.
She doesn’t dress herself very well though. She wears the same mud brown skirt and sky blue blouse every time she’s brought in. Of course, I really can’t see her wearing Paris fashions. Her sun-baked, calloused body doesn’t seem to work with the soft, smooth look of Versace. To own such clothes would mean not eating for a year.
My Edward watches her. He even tries to talk to her. I put my shield down for him. I don’t want him to wonder too much about this woman.
My Edward says that he was just wondering about the outside, considering how far off the grid we are.
As if there’s anything worth getting off Isle Esme for.
I mean, as long as we’re together, it’s all that we need, right?
I tell My Edward that I was going for a swim. He wants to come with. He can be so silly sometimes. Nothing can hurt me. I put my shield up so nobody can sense me. Well, anybody that can.
I glide through the water past reefs and trenches without ever having to surface for air. When I do surface, it is night. I sniff the air. What I’m searching for is not too far. I run faster than a blur into the colorfully painted slums. I sniff again. It’s in this little shack. I slide through a hole in the patched wall and I see seven figures sleeping on ratty-looking mattresses on the floor.
I love him.
I have to remind him sometimes.
I swim back to Isle Esme, washing away the smell of that slum and its seven occupants. Well, former occupants.
I keep my shield up. I want My Edward to be surprised.
I see him on the beach as I rise from the water. He doesn’t look happy.
Well, it looks like the surprise is ruined.
I love him.
Can’t he see that?
I amble up to embrace him, but he pushes me away.
Dearest, I love you.
I grab his arm and my fingers dig deep into his arm. I thought our skin was harder than that. His arm shouldn’t be able to crack that easily.
He struggles and his arm lands on the sand with a thud.
Oh, My Edward. Is this why you’re ripping my arm off? I wasn’t trying to hurt you.
Oh, I just broke your foot off. You can break mine if you like.
Oh, dear. Your head fell off. Off goes mine.
It’s kind of nice just lying on the beach with you, My Edward. I think the tide’s coming in. We’re gonna get soaked.
I love you.
How long did Carlisle say it would take for broken parts to merge back together?
Edward
It has gotten so dull here.
My love’s gift has worked a bit too well.
What I would give for the NVF to find us. It would be interesting for a change.
Bella asked about Alice. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was rounded up along with Carlisle and Esme in the siege. By Jasper, no less. Chelsea got to him like she did my daughter.
It would have been better if we’ve died together.
Bella seems happy enough. She copes with tragedy incredibly well.
Well, she wants new dresses, so there’s a human we’ve hired from the mainland.
She seems to be sufficiently cowed, not like the disrespectful lot of them who’ve taken to arming themselves with sledgehammers.
I hear her thoughts. My love must have lowered her shield. This dark woman, Eufemia Silva, mentally chatters in her native tongue plans concerning six children in her care in between her calculating the measurements of my beloved and the costs of materials. She obviously lacked some sense of self-control in her youth.
After her first visit, she produced a dress, a good simulacrum of a Vera Wang Bella saw in a magazine some time ago. She mentally reveled in the fact that she and her children will eat tonight.
There is a thought wedged deeply in her mind as she is getting back on the boat. Vampires are being rounded up for registration in the city nearby. Rosalie and Emmett got registered before the siege. They’ve practically handed us over to Chelsea on a silver platter. Carlisle wanted us to get registered, show them that they had nothing to fear from us.
The Volturi were gone, he reassured us. I regretted doubting his judgment at first, but even then I knew deep in the very core of me that something worse had taken the Volturi’s place.
Vampires have become common knowledge and it was My Renesmee that revealed us all.
It’s better for everyone that they know who we are, she told me.
I remember being very angry, cursing her when she showed up alongside Chelsea.
My Bella, is this why you wanted to spare her, I thought as my heart shattered into pieces that day.
My Bella is looking at me. Her face bears a worrisome expression. It reminds me of when I told her about the Denali coven.
Just wondering about the mainland, I tell her.
As if there’s anything worth getting off Isle Esme for, she thinks.
There is silence and then she speaks.
I’m going for a swim, she tells me.
It’s too dangerous, I reason. She ignores me.
She disappears under the waves. I still can’t hear her thoughts.
If my heart could beat, it would be like a jackhammer.
She still hasn’t come back.
She doesn’t know about the NVF Registration.
I still can’t hear her thoughts.
I hear boats. There are five humans and two vampires.
I sink below the waves.
I hear the humans’ thoughts.
A woman and her six children were killed by a vampire. The NVF are coming to investigate.
My Bella… she couldn’t have…
They leave but not before leaving just a terrible smell.
I surface and wait for My foolish, foolish Bella.
She finally rises from the waves, the smells of the slums still lingering on her. She comes to embrace me.
God, she smells awful.
I push her down on the sand.
She still advances. I feel her stabbing her fingers into my arm. I push her again but she takes my arm.
Bella, this is ridiculous. How dare you hurt your husband! I tear her arm off as a lesson. She kicks at my leg and severs my foot.
Bella, be reasonable!
I break her in half, but she has a good grip on my neck. She squeezes and my vertebrae separate. My head tumbles on to the sand, but not before I do the same to her.
She gives up the fight, having scattered our parts all over the beach. She smiles at me triumphantly.
Dear God, what made her like this?
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Date: 2011-08-20 09:04 am (UTC)It's just too bad SMeyer couldn't see the true potential of her characters.