His First Choice (A Twilight Story)

Remember

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You haven't been a part of this family in decades," he pointed a finger at me, "You left."

I couldn't believe what he had just said to me. The audacity he had to make me seem like the bad guy. I shoved him. Hard. He flew back against the ground and stared at me in disbelief. I stormed over to him.

"I LEFT BECAUSE OF YOU!" I screamed, watching his eyes widen in shock, "YOU are the reason I left."

"I never did anything to you!" He yelled back at me.

"Liar!" I growled as I lunged for him again. He moved out of the way and I turned to face him again.

"You ruined my life!" I screamed.

"And you just ruined mine!" He shot back.

"By saving our family? By getting rid of that human? By giving her a chance?" I watched as he looked away in frustration. He knew I had a point.

I turned away from him and stared at the line of trees he had destroyed in his anger. The nerve he had to say I destroyed his life when he took away mine. I couldn't help but mutter under my breath as I turned to leave the clearing. I should have known this was a mistake.

"I gave her the chance you took away from me," I mumbled as I walked away.

I felt his hands on my back before I realized he had rushed at me. I was thrown against the ground hard, the sleeve of my shirt ripping. I turned around just in time to kick him away ad he ran for me again. He flew into a tree and I cornered him. Much as I had done the last time I encountered him in the clearing, I grabbed him throat and forced him to look at me.

"You took EVERYTHING from me," I yelled as I held his throat harder.

"My family."
Harder.
"My humanity."
Harder.
"My soul."
Harder.
"My choice!"

I screamed the last word at him as I threw him on the ground and looked him in the eyes.

"You turned me into a monster!" I screamed as I kicked him, "You are the most selfish bastard I've ever met. I had my whole life ahead of me and you took that away!"

My voice had cracked and I turned away from him. I knew if I was capable of crying I would have.

"You took everything from me Edward. You have no right to accuse me of leaving when you're the one who drove me to that point. I spent decades listening to them insisting that you had only done it for the better. You had only done it for us. You had only done it because it was the only option. Excuse after excuse after excuse. What about me? I was just supposed to forgive you? Accept that I was a monster now?" I stared up at the clouded sky as I spoke. He didn't try to interrupt me, "You took away my choice."

I listened as his footsteps drew closer and he had stopped in front of me. He was only a foot or so away but I refused to look at him. I watched a bird fly overhead. He was silent. When I finally glanced at him he was studying me, and I realized he was reading my thoughts.

"You really believe all that?" He asked quietly.

"It's the truth," I answered shortly.

"Marceline...do you not remember?"

His question caught me off guard and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Remember what?" I asked.

"Do you not remember what happened with us?" He asked.

I could only shake my head no. Of course, I remembered the pain and waking up, but I could only faintly remember what had happened before. I remember his sharp teeth against my neck but everything before that is a blur.

"Marceline, I loved you."

I froze. He watched me carefully. I took a few steps back from him as I took in what he said.

"What?" I whispered.

"I loved you, and you...." He paused looking away, "Marce, you loved me, too."

"You're lying," I stuttered as I walked,"You can't be serious."

He held a hand out to me as I backed away from him. I shook my head furiously as he tried to get me to stop.

"Marceline, please," He held a hand out to me.

Edward and I had always shared a...special ability. We had first experienced it after I was turned, and it's what led me to hate him. Carlisle was facinated by my talent and subsequently insisted I try and connect it with Edward's own ability. Whenever I touched him it had not only allowed me to feel what he felt, but experience what he was thinking. Carlisle was amazed by it and I shortly found out we had been able to connect because Edward had been the one to turn me. Carlisle insisted I try again and, being the newborn I was, I followed his direction. I was met with the horrible memory of Edward sinking his teeth into my neck as I cried out in protest. From that point on I shunned him and cut him off from my new life. I despised him, and part of me knew Carlisle blamed himself.

"No, stay away, " I argued with Edward as he held his hand out. He wanted me to remember. He wanted me to see why I became what he made me.

He ran at me and wrapped me in a hug. I gasped in shock as everything around me went black and I was thrown into his memories.