"3rd Person POV"
The tension in the room was suffocating. Bella held her breath involuntarily, terror curling in her chest like a coiled snake, ready to strike. Any moment now, Edward could lose control, unleash his full strength, and Ash Nightsun would be reduced to nothing but bloodstained dust.
Yet, despite her fear, Bella couldn't stop glancing at Ash, confusion battling with her unease. The way he spoke—so sure of himself, so casual about the Cullens leaving—sent a chill down her spine. His confidence wasn't arrogance; it was certainty. Like he already knew how this fight would end. And that scared her more than anything.
Edward was practically vibrating with fury, his lips pulled back in a silent snarl, fingers twitching as though seconds away from launching himself forward. Across from him, Ash only smiled, his head tilting at an eerie angle. There was something deeply unsettling about the way he watched Edward, like he was studying a cornered animal rather than a vampire. To Bella, it was psychopathic. It screamed danger.
Edward, please don't do this, she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Ash had known about vampires his entire life. He'd been born into a family of hunters, raised in a world where the supernatural wasn't just real—it was prey. His grandparents had never sugarcoated the truth. He'd been trained, shaped into a killer before he even had a say in the matter. But that was fine. He thrived in the hunt, relished the moment of realization when creatures that believed themselves invincible finally understood they weren't.
Edward wasn't scared enough. He should be.
"I'm serious, Bella," Ash said, voice light but carrying an undercurrent of steel. "You might want to go upstairs. Unless, of course, you want a front-row seat to me tearing Eddie here limb from limb. Maybe you do. Who am I to judge?"
Bella's breath hitched. The words weren't just a threat—they were a promise.
"Don't," she whispered, desperation lacing her voice. "Please, we should talk about this. The Cullens aren't like other vampires. They don't kill people, they don't drink human blood, they're—"
"Vegetarians?" Ash barked out a laugh so sharp it sent a shiver down Bella's spine. "Oh, that's rich. I think I might actually die from how funny that is." He grinned at Edward, unbothered by the lethal glare the vampire shot his way.
Then his expression turned cold. "Bella, he can barely hold himself back from draining you dry right now. Even I can see that. And the blond one? Jasper? Please. He looks at people like a recovering alcoholic staring at a bottle of whiskey."
Bella flinched, but Ash wasn't done. His voice dropped, every word carrying a weight that made the air feel heavier. "How long do you think it'll take? Before you have an accident at their house, and they jump on you like starving dogs?"
"They're different," Bella insisted, shaking her head violently. "Edward—he's stopped himself before. He saved my life."
A muscle in Ash's jaw twitched. His cold blue eyes snapped to Edward, and the temperature in the room seemed to plummet.
"He did what?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the fury in it was deafening.
Edward's snarl was the only warning before he lunged.
Bella barely had time to scream before the two collided. The impact sent a shockwave through the house, shaking the walls and making picture frames rattle.
Edward struck first, moving like a blur, aiming for Ash's throat with the speed only a vampire could manage. But Ash moved just as fast—faster. He twisted at the last second, avoiding Edward's grasp with effortless precision before countering with a devastating blow to the ribs.
The force sent Edward flying backward, crashing into the coffee table and shattering it instantly. Wood splintered everywhere.
Bella gasped, stumbling back as the fight escalated before her eyes.
Edward was on his feet in an instant, his expression dark and furious. He attacked again, faster this time, using everything he had—superhuman speed, centuries of reflexes, and a lifetime of instinct. His hands became blurs as he aimed strike after strike, each one powerful enough to shatter bone.
Ash dodged every single one.
He wasn't just fighting Edward. He was playing with him.
Every attack Edward threw, Ash avoided with almost mocking ease. He ducked, sidestepped, weaved between the strikes like he was dancing, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Come on, Eddie, is this really all you've got?" Ash taunted, easily catching Edward's wrist mid-strike. His grip tightened, and Edward's face twisted in pain.
With a violent twist, Ash yanked Edward forward and slammed him into the nearest wall. The entire house shook from the force, cracks forming in the drywall.
Edward growled, retaliating with a vicious kick aimed at Ash's ribs. This time, Ash let it land. He barely flinched.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" Ash tilted his head. "Because, I gotta say, I've had mosquito bites that were more impressive."
Edward roared, lunging again, but Ash moved first.
He grabbed Edward by the front of his shirt and, with terrifying strength, threw him across the room.
Edward's back hit the far wall with a sickening crack. He slid to the floor, groaning.
Bella could barely breathe.
Her Edward—Edward was loosing and Ash wasn't even winded.
"You must really hate yourself," Ash mused, his voice laced with mock pity. "Tell me, do you spend hours in front of the mirror practicing that brooding, tortured look? Or does it come naturally at this point?"
Edward pushed himself up, shaking from the impact, but before he could fully recover, Ash was on him again.
This time, he didn't hold back.
He slammed Edward back against the wall, pinning him in place. One hand gripped Edward's wrist, crushing it with enough pressure to make him wince, while the other pressed a silver knife against his throat.
"You really think you love her?" Ash murmured, his voice sharp as a blade. "That's cute. But it's not love, Carmilla. It's an addiction. She's your singer, and you're just a junkie trying to pretend you won't take another hit."
Edward bared his teeth in a silent snarl, his body trembling with effort.
Ash's grip didn't falter. "Oh, what's wrong? Not used to being the weak one?" His lips curled into a smirk. "I wonder, does it kill you inside, knowing there's nothing you can do to stop me?"
He dragged the knife across Edward's neck, slow and deliberate.
Edward hissed in agony. The cut was deep, but no blood spilled—only the scent of burning flesh filled the air. The venom in his body fought to heal it, but Ash twisted the knife cruelly, forcing another strangled cry from Edward's lips.
Bella was frozen in horror.
She willed herself to move, to do something, but before she could take a step, the front door exploded open with a force that rattled the entire house.
In an instant, a man was there, faster than even Ash. He yanked him backward with a grip like iron, hauling him off Edward as if he weighed nothing.
Ash snarled, twisting against the hold, but the man barked something in a language Bella didn't understand. Whatever it was, it made Ash stiffen. His expression twisted with rage.
"You can't be serious—" Ash started, voice sharp with protest.
The man—his uncle—shut him down with a single look.
"We're leaving," he announced, his grip on Ash unrelenting.
Ash growled low in his throat, but he didn't fight back as his uncle dragged him toward the door. The tension in the room didn't ease until they were nearly gone.
Then, just before stepping out, Ash turned his head.
And smiled.
It wasn't friendly. It wasn't reassuring.
It was a promise.
Edward, still clutching his neck, knew exactly what it meant.
This wasn't over.
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Hello Dear readers!! it's your beloved Author.
Alright Now, I can already hear some of you wailing, "Why didn't you just kill Edward?!" Believe me, I was this close—and not for personal reasons, of course! No jealousy here. Nope. None at all. But let's be honest, he's on the official "Men's Public Enemy List" for being too good-looking and broody. It's a universal rule.
But don't worry—I'll compensate for this in the coming chapters. Someone will die. Who? When? How much screaming will be involved? Stay tuned.
Now, onto the actual chapter—what a ride, huh? I love writing fight scenes, and even though this one was short, there's more carnage on the way. And did anyone else notice how Ash just flipped from casual amusement to full-blown psychopath mode in five seconds flat? Yeah, that wasn't an accident. The guy is barely holding it together. Mental stability? Never heard of it.
Also, should I add a Blood & Gore tag? I mean, this fic is about a guy who literally hunts vampires and werewolves for fun. Dismemberment is kind of in the job description.
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the chaos! Stay tuned for more creative problem-solving (violence) in the next chapters!