Is was two nights after Jacob And Renesme's wedding, and they now were on their honeymoon on one of the Cullen's private Island in the pacific. The night was of ebony, the luminous stars blazing coldly above the seascape, the moon casting a glow on the dark waves.
He was perfect in every way, for sure. I gazed into the dark pools of Jake's eyes, his face next to mine, kissing me on my face, neck and shoulders. "You look sexy that red sundress, Mrs. Black, but I have other plans for you." We both smiled than, wild, lusty love smiles. His buring fingertips unzipped the back of the dress, slipping it over my head and tossing it over his shoulder.
"Your turn Mr. Black." I giggled, nearly ripping his blue shirt and cargo pants. Our body's explored each other, every curve and dip in each others body. He teased, one finger hooked under my pantie, and stopped, keeping his finger there a second longer before continuing up my body, sending pleasureful shivers across my spine. I moaned, begging him for more. He smiled, unhooking my Lacey bra with his teeth. In one motion we each ripped off each others underwear, smashing together. He flipped on top of me, his beautiful, perfect, sexy body on top of mine. It wasn't long before we were sweating on that lovely russet bed, Jake thrusting long and slowly into me, both moaning and sexually aroused by eachother. I had been ready for the pain, but none came. Must be some of my vampire blood preventing that.
sixteen years on . . .
As told by Scarlett Black
Love sucks, hell, the world sucks! Sunlight filtered into my room, sending a golden glow into my crimson and onyx room. I whipped the shade down, destroying the happiness. I hardly smile, and I'm hardly happy. Deal with it folks! You also have to deal with me being 1/2 human, 1/3 vampire and 1/3 werewolf before I officially became a werewolf. So, if I'm now half human and half dog, were the hell does the vampire blood fit! These are the questions that keep me awake at night. I grabbed my black lipstick and mascara and began to put it on in my mirror. A raven haired beauty stared back at me, her green eyes cold, filled with mysteries. I quickly changed into black ripped jeans and an Abby Dawn sweatshirt, blood red of course. My twin, Aelianna is already down stairs before I got there. She's wearing something pink and ruffley. Ick. "Hey Scar." She said, smiling. Happy person. Double ick. Just then a black jaguar pulled up in our La Push driveway. Bryce Taylor, the most "popular" and "cool" guy in Forks High School, and unfortunately, my sister's boyfriend.
"Later ruffles." I muttered. Aelianna got in the car, kissing him, long and "sweet." Ugh, just get me a fricken bowl, or at least warn me! I took the ferry to hell, also known as the school bus. I sat in the back, as usual, glaring at any guy caught looking at me. The losers want what they can't have.
Math was first, the worst class of the day. Mrs. Paris hated me, just 'cause I'm goth! She stiffened when she saw me. I rolled my eyes at her, than giving her my best death glare. She gulped and looked away. Aww, the little prairie dog is afraid of The Scar, how cute. Man, I'd eat that bitch for breakfast. I slipped into an empty seat in the back, next to some new guy that had come to forks. He winked at me, brushing shaggy hair the color of mahogany wood from his face. "I'm Derick." He said, smiling. I faced him, giving him my best angelic smile.
"I think you're mistaken, you're not Deriek, you're dead meat if you flirt with me again." I changed my grin to a scowl. He turned away, still smiling, as if to say "Mmmm, playin' hard to get." Whatever. What I didn't know was love would soon find and haunt me.