Title: Saving Lucifer
Brief Summary: Edward Masen needs help. He's the fallen angel – the Satan – living in the dark shadow of his nefarious past. Bella doesn't have to be involved, but she knows she has to be the one. She has to show him that the evil is the frown of the good, and the good is the smile of the evil. She has to show him that beneath his indifferent mask, he actually yearned for an outstretched hand. She must save Lucifer before it's too late. AH/ExB
This time, he took a step forward. “You’ve done nothing while I was gone. You promised you would, but you didn’t. You thought you could hide that?” He swallowed, anger slowly climbing to the tip of his tongue. His voice shook. “You can’t disappoint me like that. You shouldn’t have given up!”
Were those tears in her eyes? “I’ve looked for you, Edward! All this time!” she cried, oblivious to the way some pedestrians stared. “I had to know you were okay! You were nowhere to be found, and I was left all alone! I was seventeen – what choice did I have? Trapped in this stinking city of Seattle?”
Something inside him snapped, and fury took over. “What do you mean?”
“You seriously believed everything would be fine after you just left?”
Her words shook his world, realization hitting him. Edward felt the urge to hang himself – drown himself – burn himself to death –
Just anything to provoke himself pain.
Instead, he buried his face in his hands. He didn’t want to believe her. Had he been so foolish to think she would be safe and sound? As she said – under Seattle?
She let out a soft but strangled laugh. Edward heard resignation. With it, he also detected anguish. He couldn’t do this anymore. This was supposed to be a healthy reunion, not the reminder of his past.
His jaw tightened as he looked up again, pain written all over his face.
Rosalie met his gaze halfway, and she nodded once meekly.
Edward’s stomach dropped. “Tell me you’re lying.”
His eyes swept over her form again, and he knew she wasn’t. Everything he’d done to try to protect her has now proven to be a failure and a miss. He felt horrible.
“Are you all right?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
“I’m okay,” Rosalie said quietly. “I’ll be okay.”
He shook his head, unconvinced.
“I’ll be fine, Edward.”
But he had already turned his back on her, fists balled up in his jacket again. “I promise. I may be done and useless, but I won’t let that happen to you. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll do it.”
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