Hey, so this is my first FF. I would like feedback on it, good or bad I don't care, I would like for it to be constructive. So enjoy.
Disclaimer: SM owns it all, only the new characters are mine.
Where could she go?
Chapter one: Introduction (Bella's past)
So, let's start with introductions. I'm Bella Swan, and I'm eighteen going on… well, eighteen.
How can that be, you ask? The love of my life is a vampire, but he left me after my eighteenth birthday party. one year, four months, three weeks and three days ago - because his brother tried to attack me.
I have now been a vampire for one year, three months, two weeks, and four days. You may still be wondering, how can that be?
Let me tell you the story from the beginning.
I moved to Forks to live with my father, Charlie, after my mother, Renee, remarried. That was when I met the love of my life Edw…-after all this time I still can't stand saying, hearing, or thinking his name-and his vampire family, the Cullens. They took me in like I was part of the family too.
I was so totally and utterly in love I didn't know that I was just a distraction to all of them, because it was not just Edw…-he who left me, it was all of them. Without so much as a goodbye, they just left me.
Three days before he left, we went to the meadow we called ours, and I tried to and succeeded in seducing him.
Little did I know that what would happen, actually could. After all, who would believe it was possible for a vampire and a human to make love?
We had been kissing for over an hour when all of a sudden I found the courage to unbutton his pale blue shirt. I was surprised he let me, so I pushed my luck and had my way with the shirt until his perfect marble chest was bare and sparkling in the rare sun of Forks.
Leaving his mouth, I started kissing lower to his jaw and further south. When I reached his belly button, his hands found their way to the back of my neck and into my hair. He didn't pull me away; he just let his fingers roam over my neck and shoulders.
I moaned in pleasure, and from deep within his chest I heard a low growl; not one of anger, but of pure lust. When I looked up, I could see the same lust light up in his coal black eyes.
With a self-confidence I didn't know I possessed, I started to pull on his belt. At the same time, his hands started exploring my body, and before I realized it, my shirt was gone.
His icy hands felt perfect on my overheated flesh.
In one fluid motion, he turned us over so he was on top of me. I was so afraid everything would stop.
I couldn't have been more wrong; his lips and tongue went the same way mine went just a few minutes ago. He followed a path down my neck, the valley of my breasts and stopped at my belly button. I had goosebumps all over me, not because I was cold but of pure desire for his touch, his kisses, his mind, body and soul.
Once my trembling hands found the right way to open his belt and the button of his pants, I heard his deep intake of breath as I started to very gently caress the still-growing bulge in his dark green boxers.
I looked up to meet his eyes to find out if he was going to stop me. The only thing that I found in his dark pools was love and want; he wanted me as much as I him, he loved me as much as I him, and I trusted him with all I had at that moment.
Slowly, he started to remove my pants and in what felt like no time, I was only dressed in my dark blue lacy bra and g-string-a gift from Alice—by the time my own clothes were gone, so were his, he was left in nothing but the silk boxers. There was not one coherent thought left in my mind.
His marble lips found mine again, and his hands roamed all over my body. I couldn't tell anymore which moans came from him and which came from my own mouth.
I felt the feather light touch of his fingers at the top of my panties, and I sighed. Gently, his fingers crept underneath the very thin fabric and found their way down to my pulsing core and one finger found my nub.
He rubbed lightly, applying the perfect amount of pressure and I could not suppress the cry of sheer satisfaction.
At that sound, he started to rip the remainder of our garments to shreds.
We lay there naked and it was good, it was perfect; it was just how it was supposed to be.
He never stopped kissing me as I pulled him close. We explored each other's body with our hands; his kissing lips followed the line of my jaw to my neck and back up on the other side. I quivered, not from his icy touch but from delight.
Carefully he positioned his hips over mine and his penis at my entrance.
He hadn't said a single word since we'd begun, but suddenly he looked deep into my eyes and asked, "Are you sure, my Bella? I don't want to hurt you in any way. You must tell me immediately when I do."
The only thing I could do was nod. At that, he slowly pushed further down into my wet center and muffled my cries and moans with his lips on mine. We kissed passionately as he filled me completely, the moans coming from him telling me the pure joy of this sensation was mutual. At a slow pace, he started to push in and out of me, and the tension inside my body kept climbing higher and higher with each stoke. Very soon, a blissful explosion started to take over my whole body. I felt him trembling above me and knew his release wasn't far away. He cried out my name when he came, and we were both bathing in the love we felt. Satisfied, I tried to catch my breath.
We lay there in silence for some time; it could have been minutes or hours, I didn't know.
That day my life was good; the world I lived in was perfect to me. I should have known, with my luck, that it wouldn't last.