I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT…
Authors notes…
Necrophilia or bestiality…what ever gives you your kicks…
This story was inspired by…some kind of hate for twilight…and a girl who spends hers entire life in her head…Bella…and a story made up at lunchtime during school with help of friends
Dead things that howl in the night
Bella's body lay limp and bleeding on his fathers table. The monster inside her was writhing still, and he had to look away. The tall dark beast of a man stood looking back at him. He felt something that spurred him more than the scent of the cherry red blood dripping slowly from the limp body of … he couldn't remember her name.
The HOT beast stared back at the thing on the table. He felt he would have blushed if he could. "So um, Jacob?" he said, brushing back a piece of rusty/gold hair with pale fingers and smiling flirtatiously. Jacob peered through his soft, luscious brown hair with his dark black eyes to him.
He made his way over to him, careful to let Jacob notice the slight sway of his hips. "You've got a little…"he said as he raised a sparkly finger to the immensely warm cheek to wipe a small bead of blood from it. He brought the finger to his mouth and sucked the blood off suggestively. Jacob did blush and stood up to his truly staggering height.
Jacob looked down at him and then to the bloodied scene surrounding him. Jacob smiled deviously and brought his lips down on the twin lips of ice that were Edwards. When their lips separated they looked deeply into each others eyes and smiled with a new warmth. "Oh Wolfie I have been waiting for this for so long, I didn't know how to end it with that delusional necrophiliac!" he exclaimed with cool lust. Jacob laughed and pulled Edward to him. "Oh Fangy boy, I know but I am so glad that we don't have to worry about her anymore" the tall dark man with the enchanting eyes. That was it before they got caught up in a passionate embrace.
They stopped slowly and Jacob put his arm around Edwards waist and looked down at the bloodied mess. Jacob saw the thing move and went to pick it up. As soon as he saw it there was no turning back. Looking back to Edward and said "Sorry babe, I think I found what I really want". It was said without as much as a tone of remorse.
Edwards heart was broken and his impeccable emotional barrier broken as he let out a girlish cry of imaginary pain. Jacob fled from the room with the small, red, writhing baby. Edwards anger boiled up and he grabbed the tubes of his venom and began reluctantly stabbing it into her main blood streams.
He never cared much for Jacob after that day and lived to try make him jealous by flaunting the life he and Bella lived after that, but Jacob never strayed far from his freak girlfriend.
Fin.