The world around Isabella "Bella" Swan had turned into a nightmare from which she could not wake. The blood that had once flowed from her eyes as tears now seemed to be the only truth her body could express. Every fiber of her being screamed in agony, a symphony of pain that played on as Edward Cullen continued his relentless pursuit of vengeance.
"Edward, please," Bella whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the flames that had once consumed Peeta Mellark. "Please, let it end."
But Edward was far beyond the reach of mercy. His heart, once capable of love, had turned to ash in his chest. The only emotion that stirred within him now was the bitter taste of revenge.
"End?" he scoffed. "This is just the beginning, Isabella. The sirens will pay for what they have done, and you will watch it all unfold."
Bellas body trembled as she felt the last of her strength ebbing away. The blood that had once been her tears now flowed freely, a scarlet river that pooled at her feet. She could feel her life force draining with each drop, her existence slipping through her fingers like sand.
"Isabella, look at what you have become," Edward said, his voice laced with contempt. "A creature of the sea, weeping blood in the human world. You are a monster, and you deserve every ounce of suffering you receive."
Bellas eyes, usually a window to her soul, were now dull and lifeless. She no longer had the will to argue or defend herself. The pain had taken too much from her, leaving her empty and broken.
"I just want to go home," she murmured, her words barely a breath. "I want to see the ocean one last time, to feel the sand beneath my feet and the sun on my face."
But even that small wish was denied her. Edwards grip on her life was too tight, his hatred too profound to allow her even a moments peace.
"Home?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "You will never see your home again, Isabella. You are mine, and I will never let you go."
In that moment, Bella felt something inside her snap. The last vestiges of hope and love she had held onto turned to dust, swept away by the cruel winds of Edwards wrath.
"Then let me die," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "If I cannot go home, then let me die here, in this place that has become my own personal hell."
Edwards eyes flashed with something akin to panic, but he quickly suppressed it. He would not show weakness, not even in the face of Bellas despair.
"You will not escape me so easily," he growled. "You owe me a debt that can only be repaid in suffering, Isabella. And suffer you will."
With those words, he turned away from her, leaving her alone in the courtyard with the echoes of Peetas screams and the stench of his burning flesh. Bella sank to the ground, her body wracked with sobs that now produced only blood.
As her vision began to fade, she could have sworn she heard the distant sound of the ocean calling to her, a sirens song that promised peace and an end to her pain. But as the darkness closed in, even that comforting melody was silenced, leaving her alone in the void with nothing but the memory of what might have been.
The blood continued to flow from her eyes, a relentless torrent that mirrored the storm within her heart. And as her life slipped away, she could not help but wonder if this was the fate she deserved, a siren weeping blood in a world that no longer had any place for her kind.