NotaPunk; Hey this is my first story that isn't a one-shot and my first twilight fic, gotta warn you it gets pretty graphic.
Violet; NotaPunk doesn't own Twilight or the characters used in the following story line.
The Perfect Predator
To be honest, I'm not sure how or why it happened. I was tall and lanky, attractive at the most. He was handsome, beautiful, why did he chose me?
All I did was try to be his friend, nothing more, nothing less. He was new in town, friendless except for his family. I would wave and smile to him if we passed in the halls, he would smirk in reply. We talked in the only class that we shared, Biology. Pretty soon, we came to know most everything about each other.
I knew that he played piano, what his favorite music was, even some of his family issues. He knew that I liked to cook, though I wouldn't chose a career in that, and that I wanted to become a dancer. He also knew of my crush on Ben. Though we talked about most everything, we rarely ever talked about Ben. I could tell that it made him uncomfortable, because he would always frown and furrow his eyebrows. At the time I thought it was just because it was awkward to talk to your female friends about their crushes. How I was wrong.
So it was little surprise to me when he invited on a hike. That's what friends did, they hung out with each other. When we met, we exchanged greetings and smiles. He smiled real big at me that day. We hiked for a few hours, around three to four, on a rocky dirt path. When ever I stumbled or was lagging behind, he would wait up for me, like a good friend would. Once when I tripped he caught me and held me to his chest. I blushed from the embarrassment of falling, not that he was so close to me, friends did not feel that way about each other after all. After a few moments he let me go and looked into my eyes, asking if I was alright, I just smiled and nodded. I thanked him and said something about him being 'my hero', of course in a joking manner. He laughed at that and smiled, embarrassed.
We continued walking, until finally he announced that we had arrived at our destination. He grabbed my hand and led me through the bushes and trees that blocked our path. His hand was like ice. But I didn't mind, I just liked that we were able to hang out for once outside of school.
Through the bushes and the trees, the lay a clearing. It was huge and was hidden by many tree. In it were what seemed like thousands of flowers, of all different color. I smiled a him and started running, his hand still in mine. He let me pull him, we both laughed until we finally fell onto a soft spot on the ground.
We were still laughing as he pulled my body closer to his in a tight but friendly hug. From our close distance, I could smell him. His scent though alluring was something that welcomed me, this made me think of him more as a comfort. His body was hard and just as cold as his hand, but I paid no attention to it as I hugged him back.
When we let go I sat up and started taking off my hiking boots and socks. I wiggled my toes in the cool grass, finally let them free after all the walking that the endured. It was worth it, to be able to spend time with a new friend in a beautiful place.
After a few hours of laughing and chatting, he told me to look up. There the sun was setting on a wonderful day, one that I would never forget. I gasped and sat in awe watching it, as wind blew past me, making my long brown hair fly. One thought crossed my mind, 'Ben', someday, if ever, I would like to go to a place like this with him. But not this one, this one was for me and my friend.
As I thought this, I felt him stiffen up next to me. I turned my head to see if he was alright, his eyes were wide and his mouth contorted into a frown. I called out his name a few times, before he finally looked at me. His eyes, their usual golden color, and kind gentle look instantly turned sorrowful and filled with something that I have not seen before.
I called out his name one more time, then I felt my back on the grass as I was starring into his eyes that I thought once were beautiful. His eyes now filled with anger and that one emotion that I couldn't figure out.
He forcebally pushed his mouth onto mine. My eyes widened, his hands were all over my body until the reached the middle of my shirt. I struggled against him as he began to tear my shirt off. It was no use, once he rid my form of that he threw the now ruined clothing to the side and continued his work.
I was afraid now. I remember trying to bite his lip, only to feel his tongue being forced in. I kept trying to push him off but he was to strong for me. His hands were now on my breasts, molding them to what he wanted before tearing of my bra. He took his mouth off mine and I wimpered. I begged him to stop as his hands traveled down my body until they reached their destination, the waist band of my pants. We tore those off me, almost as fast as my other clothing. Finally he pulled down my underwear, and I was left trembling in my exposed state.
Once her disposed of them, he took off his shirt, revealing his pale, cold chiseled body. I closed my eyes and tried to move, but he held me down by straddling me. I hit my fists against his chest only to have them bruised and held together by my wrists with one of his hands. He held them above my head as he unzipped his pants, taking off his shoes at the same time. With his one free hand he pulled his pants and boxers off.
He didn't warn me when he penetrated me. He was hard and rough, his arousal hurt. I screamed as loud as I could and cried so hard. He just leant to my ear and tried to comfort me, saying that it was almost over. I cried even more, he didn't stop, he just kept going faster and harder, until finally he reached his climax and let his seed inside of me. Blood was every where, surrounding us, my blood, my innocence was on the flowers that surrounded us.
Wiped out, he fell on top of me, and breathed heavily. My body hurt so much, it felt like a house had fallen on top of me and broke every bone in my body. He then turned so that he was next to me, I looked him in the eye again.
He smiled at me and kept whispering that he loved me. He said that he hoped that I felt the same way. I stared at him, he finally looked me in the eyes, and a look of horror over came his beautiful features.
He stood up immediately and started apologizing, like that would reverse what happened. Then we both heard a familiar voice from behind him. There stood his sister Alice, looking at us in horror, muttering about how she came to late. Alice left, running and crying. Crying I'm guessing over what her brother had done. Edward, I can't even think his name with out wanting to cry, chased after his sister. They became blurs, memories, just like everything else. Being with Edward was like being in a dream, and that day I awoke from a nightmare.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight him off, but most of all I wanted my friend back.
NotaPunk; I'm probably going to get chewed out by a lot of Edward fan girls, but I really don't care, your flames will be used to warm orphanages at night. Please R&R.
