ANTI TWILIGHT FAN FICTION

Bella ran through the woods. It had been so long since she had heard Edward's voice. So long, in fact, that it caused her to go into depressions, which is rather pathetic. She just had to hear his voice again. Sure, there had been Jacob around, but he was a werewolf, and definitely not Edward, so there was no chance she would ever go out with him.

She kept running until she found a cliff. It was perfect: she would jump off the cliff and then Edward would save her.

She looked off the cliff. Maybe being now that Edward had turned her, she wouldn't die from such a fall. It did seem like a bad case of Déjà vu.

The truth was, Edward had gone to take a dump, and everyone knows how long guys take in the bathroom. About forty-five minutes, in fact. It was too long for her.

She heard foot steps behind her. With them was the sound of chains. She looked behind her, there was no one. So this very long time without her husband Edward was causing her to hallucinate. Great. Just what she needed.

Bella turned around again, looking at the cliff. In her mind she heard Edward, "HHGNNNNNNH". That wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear at this moment either. Bella continued looking off the cliff. She had to jump if she wanted him to save her again. She stepped forward, but then she felt a burning pain in her chest. She turned her head to look. There was a man, whose skin was as pale as the moon, making it even paler than Edward's. He also had a red stripe tattoo on the left side of his head and torso, and it curled around his arm a little bit. His other eye had a scar running across it, and his chin tipped in a black goatee. Before she could notice anything else, he withdrew the Blade which he used to stab her.

Bella clutched her wound. It was okay, she was a vampire and could heal herself. But for some reason, it wasn't healing. The blades in his hands didn't seem any different. She looked behind him. Edward was running. He had sensed her pain and he was coming to save her! Her heart did flips and leaps and she knew that he would be able to destroy this man.

Unfortunately, the man spun around and stabbed Edward in the exact same spot. He flipped Edward over his head and plopped him down beside Bella.

"Who are you?" Edward asked, doing his best to ignore the pain.

"Kratos," the man said. Bella looked at the blade as he withdrew it. It was on fire. But fire didn't affect vampires, did it?

Kratos continued, "Some asshole dropped me off in this pathetic excuse for a place with an even weirder name. Point is, I can't go back to Greece until I kill you and your kind, so that's what I'm here for."

Bella and Edward's eyes both widened. Nobody could kill vampires, they were immortal!

Kratos backed up a couple steps and swung his blades, hacking off their arms. More swings and the two supposedly immortal vampires lay as a pile of burning flesh. He flicked the pieces off the cliff with one of his blades.

As he watched the pieces fall he spoke, "Should've jumped. You could have been a sole survivor with a couple of broken legs." He turned around. The others were already dead. He just had to return to a certain spot and he would be able to return to Sparta.

FIN.