I do not own Twilight.
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I wrote it.
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I shoved the door open with my shoulder, Bella still in my arms as I squeezed us through the doorway. Quickly, I laid her down on the cold white tile of the hotel bathroom. Her head lolled against her shoulder and her body slumped down.
I reached across her to the bathtub, quickly flipping on the shower and shoving the dingy shower curtain aside- there was no time, no time at all.
I rolled the sleeves up on my plaid shirt and stuck my hand under the shower, it was ice cold but it would have to do. I turned back to Bella and picked her up into my arms. Her head rolled back and her mahogany hair cascaded down to the floor in a final sweep.
Deftly, I lifted her up over the edge of the tub and into the shower, her limbs bumping on the edge, bruising her already bruised skin even more. I lay her body down in the slope of the bathtub as cold water ran down her neck, her shoulders, raining down onto her flimsy white dress, colored a dingy grey from overuse. The slim straps of her dress fell off her shoulders and the thin fabric clung tight to her body, making every line and crevice easily visible in the downpour if ice water. She wore nothing underneath. I put my hand to her neck in search of some type of heartbeat, but my shaking hands could not be still long enough to find the pulse. I moved her head back, exposing her neck. If I could just…her skin shone a sickly pale in the overbearing motel light.
I was doomed for this fallen angel.
Her red eyes opened then, and she immediately sought out my eyes. Her pink tongue darted out across blue and purple lips. Dark bags accentuated her eyes as she blinked hard, clearing away lost memories, perhaps.
She sat up a little in the downpour and reached for my hand. "Edward…" she shuddered as she said my name. A deep possession that chilled her body when nothing else could.
She leaned closer to me, over the edge of the tub, and into my face she leaned. With her other hand she cupped my face, and I jumped in surprise. She was ice.
Ice and fear and power all in one being.
Her face centimeters from mine, she breathed into my face and I closed my eyes, shutting off her ruby irises from my view. She leaned lower and connected her lips with my throat. I shivered. Frozen picks of ice ran along my veins as the rubbed her teeth over the main arteries of my throat. Then, her tongue, cold and soft, slid across my skin. "Edward…" she whispered again. A deep groan shuddered in my chest and she sighed.
Before I could realize, she was off of me, away from me. Gone, as the bathroom door creaked in the trail of swift air she left behind. Too fast for my eyes.
Too fast for human eyes.
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Is this a story, or a oneshot?
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