Disclaimer: None of this is mine, nor will it ever be (sigh). I like to play with the characters that Stephenie Meyers created and make them do pervy things or become angels with a bad attitude.
Riley just couldn't leave well enough alone. And what did he do to Edward?
"Do you have your car?"
"In the back," I said. "My keys are in my pocket." Edward nodded, putting his jacket around me. He reached into my pocket and led me to parking lot behind the building. He turned over the car and drove us to the hospital. He was rubbing his chest and angling his body away from me. "Are you okay? What did he do to you?"
"I'm okay. I'll be okay," he said. He looked over at me and his green eyes were dull. "Let me just worry about you."
"He said something to me, Edward. He said that you're not what you seem. What does he mean?" I asked, cradling my wrist against my body. He blew out a breath, glancing at me as he gripped the steering wheel. "Will you hurt me like Riley?"
"Never, Bella. He's truly evil," he answered. "Don't doubt me, please." His voice cracked and a tear fell down his cheek. He blinked over to me, his eyes still dull and his face drawn. "I won't hurt you." He turned into the hospital and parked the car. "Let me take care of you."
"But you're injured, too," I whispered.
"I'll be okay," he said. "Let me focus on you, pretty Bella." He leaned across and caressed my cheek. "You'll always be my first priority."
I parked her car, trying to keep my wings hidden and not show the excruciating pain that Riley had caused me. Or, should I say Lucifer, acting as Riley. Riley was long dead. His soul was completely consumed by the evil. The man who had broken Bella was gone, but he was already evil to begin with. Now, he was an instrument for the devil, a disguise for Lucifer to wear to get to Bella.
"Edward, are you sure you're okay?" Bella asked, her voice faint and tinged with pain, but so sweet.
"Let's focus on you, pretty Bella," I replied, getting out of the car and helping her out as well. It took all my strength to stay upright and keep my wings tucked in my body. Checking into the emergency room, we were led into an examination room. A nurse took Bella's vitals. I stayed close by, but I needed to stretch my wings, eat a steak or twenty and sleep for days. Whatever Riley had done to me; it was bad.
"Isabella Swan?" asked a female doctor. Bella smiled tersely. "I'm Dr. Leah Clearwater. You broke your wrist?"
"I think so," she replied. "I was working when an ex-boyfriend came in, grabbing my wrist and grinding the bones together. Then, I fell back and I felt a snap."
"Let me get some x-rays," Dr. Clearwater said, jotting something on the chart. She turned me, her eyes narrowing. "Sir, are you okay? You look pale."
"I'll be fine. Bella, I need to step out. I'm feeling a little nauseous," I said, rubbing my belly. Bella frowned sympathetically. "I'm okay. I just don't want to ..." I chuckled and imitating throwing up. She nodded and I darted out. I made my way to the exit, sprinting to the tree line. Once I was hidden, I unfurled my wings and took off. Using my mind, I shouted for Alice. She found me, guiding me to a remote mountain. I fell to my knees, panting heavily. "What was that?"
Kneeling, Alice pressed her hand to my chest. "Darkness. Pure evil," she said, her hand warming and healing me. "It was just a fraction of his power, Edward."
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Out of the DarknessFanfiction
Edward Cullen is a fallen angel, living among humans. He's dark, snarky, tattooed and a total badass. However, he still has his wings and angelic powers because the 'powers that be' believe that he is capable of redemption, despite being cast out of...