DISCLAIMER: This story is simply our version of Twilight. No copyright infringement intended. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.
! PLEASE READ !: This is not a slash story between Edward and Jacob, it's only from their point of view. Bella IS in this story. As the chapters progress, their POV will intertwine between each other. The STORY will intertwine, not their genitals. Get your minds out of the gutter, pervies.
Thank you for reading. ~J + M
Edward POV
It's been a while since I heard the sound of my own voice - even longer since the sunlight kissed my skin. I've been fermenting in my own self pity for days while lying on the floor like some wounded animal who knew their days were numbered. There were two things my sudden predicament has brought me from watching beyond the skylight in my ceiling: one was that the sun has not peeked through the clouds once in the past week and it was starting to get on my nerves – and the other being that finding a reason to carry on has melted from my frozen flesh and dissolved beneath the floorboards.
As I laid on the sleek, Brazilian cherry wood with my hands at my sides, feet spread apart, and eyes to the sky, the mortality of my life – or lack thereof – fluttered away into the absence of my mind. For a moment, I closed my eyes and visualized my heart beating. I could almost feel the rhythmic pounding beneath my chest pulsing currents of blood down to my fingertips. I then began breathing in an out of my nose, fabricating the idea of oxygen flowing to my brain. It felt good – like an out of body experience. My spirit hovered above me, watching myself function.
Everything was so natural.
My mind began to float and eventually wander. Faint thoughts puckered through my loose daydream where everything became lucid, then eventually... morbid. A sudden violent image of a blood-lathered grizzly bear flashed through my mind, disrupting my brain waves with a jolt. I jerked out of position and rolled over to my side; my eyes shot open – the dream was over. That twisted fuck.
How would you like a taste of that? Sure does the body good!
Emmett's thoughts were just as annoying as his speaking voice… and twice as difficult to avoid.
You're foaming at the mouth, aren't you? Now get your gloomy ass down here and I'll show you how it's done.
For as disturbing as the visual was, it was salivating; though I could go for something a little more pleasurable. I'd been here for so long that I couldn't even remember the last time I fed. I tried to swallow back the burning sensation in my throat, but I knew that hiding from my huger pangs was essentially unavoidable.
I periodically got in slumps like this every now and again. Alice went so far as to call it depression, but I didn't take her medical advice too seriously. Carlisle knew me enough to even dare bother asking to play doctor in hopes to study me like some lab rat. I loved that man dearly, but when a vampire had unnatural feelings that he couldn't 'clinically' diagnose, he'd try his best to get you to fall for a trick or two for the sake of science. Let's just say he scared me out of even thinking of trying to have children.
With a prolonging sigh, I stood to my feet and decided to join him downstairs where the rest of my family had gathered. You'd think we'd get bored with our days since they were endless, but we actually tend to keep pretty busy.
Carlisle and Esme watch old movies on the flat screen while Rosalie and Emmett alternate their time playing chess and venturing out into the horizon together. Alice and Jasper are a different element. They spent a lot of time just staring at each other, but in a sense to where they know exactly how the other was feeling. The others give them awkward looks and try not to pay attention to it, but it's almost as if they can read each others thoughts. Yeah - try being in alone in a room with them for a few hours. It can get relatively uncomfortable.
And so that is the basis of our lives: we feed, we play, and we love. It's like our own little bullshit world, since we can't really socialize with humans without it irritating us. Not only for me, hearing their constant thoughts, but the slight sensation to pounce and lavish in their hot, thick fluid has crossed every one of our minds from time to time. Some more than others.
There have been a few close encounters where I'd nearly have to pry a few poor patrons from someone's jaw. Luckily Carlisle has taught us to restrain ourselves fairly well.
My sudden train of thought was broken by Emmett's idea of a greeting by pulling me into the tightest grip. I wouldn't call it a hug, since it was a lot more aggressive, but that's the closest thing I could compare it to.
"The vampire has finally come out of his coffin," he laughingly sneered, giving one last clench before finally releasing me.
"What was that all about?" I smirked, probably for the first time in ages.
He shrugged, "Just haven't seen you in a while. I knew that grizzly bear would get your stomach going."
"It actually did," I agreed, pressing my hand into my caving gut, "I'll have to go out and snatch an even bigger one to show you up."
As Emmett began bragging on to me about how that probably wouldn't happen, I noticed Esme's soft face reflect a smile into my peripherals. She had been the most concerned about me over the past week. Her thoughts were always worried ones; wondering if I'd given up the will to live and was thinking of doing something drastic. It had taken up most of her time, even when trying to retire on the couch with Carlisle.
Are you alright, sweetheart?
Her voice cooed inside my head as medicine would soothe a sickly child. I wish it could be a easier to be mean to her.
I kept my eyes towards Emmett and nodded, then grimaced. My apparent 'disgust' towards his tale encouraged him to tell another I wouldn't care about, but it was meant in her direction. Her warm smile began to glow, letting me know my apology was taken. Emmett continued to babble on while performing statuesque poses showing how he tackled down the mammal. I could see Rosalie shaking her head out of the corner of my eye, agitated.
"Alright, well I'd love to stay and chat," I intersected, "But I need to go out for a bit… my throat is on fire."
With an impersonal farewell, I waved and made my break for the door before Emmett could have the chance to bore me with another heroic story. Suddenly, everyone's thoughts began clouding in my head, questioning what I was really going out to do. Nothing to worry about, just different variations of 'please come back safe' and 'I'm here if you need to talk'. Alice calmed them by saying I'd be back in an hour; which I probably would be. She knew the routine.
Regardless, I couldn't change my fate for tonight and it's not like likely that I was going to. Tonight was the night I've anticipated for weeks. Besides, everyone knows a human can only survive on tofu for so long.
I decided to take a walk in town to reflect on the day with a side of window shopping; discretion was never really my thing, but I couldn't be all that obvious either. Watching the few smiling faces passing by made me forget where I was, so I quickly buried my hands and neck into my pea coat and pretended to deflect the chilling weather.
From all of the cities I have seen, all the countries I've been to, this town had to be my favorite. Though most of my family and all who live here would surely disagree with me, there was something about small town life that really reminded me of...me. A long time ago, anyway. All of the buildings distinguished the same way for thirty years; not a spot of renovation in sight. Coming here always made me think of dusting off old photos and reminiscing back to a time when life had magic and music had taste.
As the night progressed, I continued walking until I reached the shabby town neighboring Forks where I regularly paid a visit. This area was less than respectable; none of the streetlights worked. The drinks were cheap - as were the women - and the crime rate was increasingly high for such a small population. Emmett and I stumbled upon this place nearly thirty years ago the first time we came through and it really hadn't changed much apart from a few new bars and cheap hotels.
Okay, enough thinking... I need to concentrate.
Some twenty feet away from me, a slew of prostitutes lingered near the intersection in scantily clad attire hoping a wealthy man would spend a night with them for decent compensation. Of course, one by one, they caught sight of me and instantly diverted their attention. Not only because I was the only human being in sight, but that's usually what humans do when they catch sight of a vampire. I offered a friendly grin, sifting through their thoughts for the one who I'd intertwine with; such decisions were never difficult. I kept my standards pretty simple - go for the one who respected their life the least.
I walked toward a young brunette dressed in licentious green lingerie and weather-worn boots; pretending to pass by, rather than traveling for a sole purpose. Her voice was both the most vivid and translucent: she didn't have family, she stated that clearly, and anticipated going back to her hotel room to take a couple of more pills. I didn't catch a visual of what they were, but I doubt she had a prescription for them.
"Hey there sugar," she coaxed to me, "Are you looking for something sweet tonight?"
I paused, looking at her with a crooked smile, "What's the charge?"
"Ninety an hour," she smiled back, trailing her finger around the buttons of my coat, "But I'll prove I'm worth it."
I didn't really plan on spending the money, since it never really lasted long. Usually it's over within the first fifteen minutes and the night always ends in disappointment for the girl. But I'm a man with many needs, I suppose, and my resolve is always the same. Of course I could be more noble about it, but what's the fun in that?
I bundled her up beneath my coat and pulled her close to me, shielding the cold from her tainted skin. The jealousy from the others stampeded through me, like always, but I could assure them they wouldn't want to be in her shoes anyhow. I'm not much one to please and I tend to be rather selfish. Like I said before, I'm a man with needs. And so long as those needs are met, even at the expense of another person, I'm willing to accept the wager.
"I have a place nearby," she suggested, still smiling from ear to ear.
"Perfect."
"I touched her thigh and death smiled." ~Jim Morrison
"Don't mind the mess. I haven't cleaned up since my roommate left." She apologized.
Her contrived insincerity kept me from waving away her inadequate hosting skills. She noticed my disgust towards a cereal bowl tipped over on the night stand, covered in maggots and mold, and quickly covered it with a newspaper.
"I'm just gonna clean myself up a bit." She flirted.
I scanned through her thoughts as she walked towards the bathroom. I had to be sure.
If I had known that bitch was going to off herself, I would've made her clean her fucking mess up beforehand.
"So what's your name?" she hollered through the bathroom.
"Edward Cullen."
Maybe I was being egotistical, but I had a feeling she wouldn't tell anybody of our rendezvous. It felt good telling the truth, so I liked to tell one at every given opportunity.
She laughed, "Who the fuck names their kid Edward anymore?"
I smirked; looking around at the untidiness around me, "My parents were very pretentious people,"
Much hasn't changed over the years when it came to prostitutes. Sure, drug use was still fairly common, but the women gradually became a lot less considerate of their upkeep.
To be a little more precise…the woman was a complete fucking slob.
God only knows what the hotel had in store for me when I walked in. It looked like a damn hurricane annihilated this room and I almost believed I'd be better off choosing one of the other unfortunate harlots lingering in the city streets. Clothes were entwined with empty beer cans and fast food bags; though her gaunt structure would obviously tell you otherwise. I really tried not to seem so disgusted toward the clutter, but an overwhelming stench of stale beer and cigarettes tempted me to just break her neck and get it over with.
Didn't want to even imagine what that bathroom looked like. Good thing I had no reason to use it.
My attention turned to the nightstand where I could see a stack of medical bills, mostly from abortion clinics and some cocaine residue tainted on the edge of the table. She stumbled out of the bathroom with a dazed look in her eyes. It was quite obvious she had done some sort of substance and I confirmed it by reading her jumbled, illegible thoughts. I'll really have to stick with my guns now on this one.
"Want a beer?" she slurred, peeling my coat off and dropping it at the edge of the bed.
I shuddered at the reminder of the odor, "No, thank you."
She was stunned at my answer, most men never said no, but disregarded it anyway and lit up a cigarette. Even though she was blaming her room mate, it was no surprise who that smell was coming from now.
"So what are you looking for?" she breathed through a puff of smoke.
Her bruised leg thoughtlessly crossed over the other as her hand dangled in the air with the burning cigarette. She was a little more nervous than what she was showing.
"Does it matter?" I teased, sitting next to her.
She smiled, "Of course it matters. That's why you're here, isn't it?"
Sex wasn't the first thing that controlled my mind, but that's not the same as saying it never did. The fragility of a human body usually shatters within seconds—often before I even get the opportunity to experience a full hard-on. Sometimes I played around with the idea anyway when I got bored of the 'natural' ways of executing my meal and I've learned my lesson well enough to show up completely prepared; stimulation need not apply.
The girl raised a brow, "Look I don't have all night babe. So what's it gonna to be?"
Without a warning, I slid to the middle of the bed and pulled her on my lap. I suppose I could've lavished her with poetry, maybe even a compliment or two, but this was strictly 'business' and empty words would only stall me from getting what I really needed.
Besides…I'm not much of a talker.
I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties to one side, grazing her sensitive spot with my middle finger. She jumped a little, probably from the difference between our body temperatures.
"Hey, hey, hey!" the girl spoke between trailed kisses from my neck to my lips, "Don't you at least like to talk dirty—or want a blowjob—or anything?"
"No." I muttered coldly, continuing on with my business.
I needed to feel her heartbeat; my own personal foreplay. I cupped her throat and pulled it closer for the sake of impatient contact. The percussion of her pulse hummed against my lips, sending me into overdrive and coating my mouth with venom. She let out a desperate sigh which broke me from my thoughts. It was then that I noticed my hand was still working beneath her.
In synchronized movement, her sweltering hands reached down and unbuttoned my pants, pulling the erection from my jeans and between her thighs in quick, shallow breaths as I lay her on her back in a dominating reaction. My embrace then wandered, caressing her boldly. She moved into my contractions despite being startled by the chill of my touch. My hands then moved more freely, venturing to the pulse that maddened her, causing the pleasure to swell and throb.
Death and desire swirled through my mind as I mounted her as a lion would both its mate and prey. She let out a desperate gasp and clenched my shoulders as soon as impact had fully occurred with basic instinct taking over my thought process. I kept my focus on her hitched inhaling, because as soon as she stopped breathing – the game was over. I'd have to zip it up and continue on with the same routine.
I hung onto these thoughts, slowly pulling in and out of her body, continuing focus on her breathing. When I gained a bit of confidence in myself, I began to thrust a little quicker in pace, causing more friction. This was the hardest part.
She turned her face up to mine, but her half-felt protest became a moan of surrender as I drove my mouth down on her neck with a hungry embrace which splintered her senses. I couldn't contain myself any longer; my lips retracted to reveal my sharp incisors. I dug into her throat and planted the kiss of death upon the nectar of my foreboding fruit. She felt caught in the current of some incredible magnet, unable to draw away and stop her body from responding as I tasted her.
Inattentive, indulging moans escaped from either of our mouths, both for different yet comparable reasons, causing my excitement to cluster even more. She wrapped her frail arms around my neck when I crushed her body to mine. I heaved in and out of her and held her impossibly closer. Fear began to swell as she was realizing that something was not right.
"Slow down," she whimpered, "slow down!"
Numb from the venom, I selfishly ignored her demands and continued like I wanted to as soon as her pulse slowed to a dull tempo. I expelled into her body and released her from my deathly vice.
I did it. It took a lot of effort, but I did it.
It wasn't until I fully released her from my grip that I noticed that not only was I wrong, but I had failed completely. She slumped against the headboard with a hollow thud. There she was, lying in front of me in a chaotic mess, tangled hair covering her face – utterly lifeless.
"Shit," I spat, pulling myself away from her legs that were still loosely wound around my torso.
I tried to make it my primary goal to keep her alive until I could finish off. Though it never usually happens, I still like to dream big.
Now, the annoying part of getting rid of the body.
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