Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I couldn't live with myself if I did.

Authour's Note: Darker than my usual writing. This is a realistic Twilight, after all. Blood and gore. Bella POV

Realistic Twilight Ending

"Dad?"

My voice echoed through the seemingly empty house. The only audible noises were my footsteps and shallow breathing. Fumbling through my handbag, I felt a strange sense of security as I gripped the pepper spray Charlie had once given me. That feeling was replaced by an icy chill of fear down my spine as I stepped into the kitchen. A scream caught in my throat.

Blood was splattered all across the room. In the middle of the floor lay my father's mangled corpse, his neck ripped open with only a single, crimson strip of flesh keeping his head attached to it. Hunched over the corpse was Edward, greedily lapping up the blood as a kitten would fresh milk. He slowly turned to face me with a crazed look in his eye.

"Strange... He didn't taste as satisfying as I imagined..."

Tears welled in my eyes. This couldn't be my Edward. My Edward was sweet and perfect. I was brought out of my train of thought as I felt Edward's ice cold hands grip my shoulder. The only proof that he had moved at all was the trail of blood leading to where he now stood. A shiver -whether it was fear or pleasure I don't know- went through my body as I felt his breath tickle my ear.

"I'm sure you'll taste much better..."

I panicked, lashing out at him. There was a sharp crack as my wrist snapped out of place. Pain flared in my hand, but I didn't have time to focus on that. I sprinted towards the door, but fell in the process. Edward pounced on me, a sick, playful smirk on his face.

"That's right, get the blood rushing through those veins."

He placed his hands on either side of my head; it nearly seemed like a loving gesture. But then there was a sickening crack and everything went blank.