Disclaimer: The recognizable characters are not mine. Though I'd like to belong to Edward. ;)
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She dreams. Dreams of him. Him with red eyes and pale, ice cold skin, sharp jaw and a sculptured body to die for.
Those dreams are vivid, which take her breath away every single time, with her heart beating furiously against her ribcage and skin covered in sweat, as she comes down from the powerful orgasm and jolts out of her sleep, panting hard. It happens most of the nights. He comes to her every night in her dreams.
Every single night since she has turned seventeen, she has been dreaming of him.
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He feels numb. And this nothingness is too potent.
He has been travelling on this earth for about a century, but never once did he feel this. This loneliness. He is so alone. But he does have a family, doesn't he? Then why is he feeling so lost?
His dead heart twists painfully. He gasps for breath. What is happening to him? This utter emptiness is threatening to destroy him. But what is the cure?
He feels so out of control. And he doesn't like it. Not. A. Bit.
Only when he hunts, hunts those pathetic excuse of human beings, he likes to go crazy, wild in bloodlust. And, of course, out of his fucking control. He loves to see them suffering, trembling in fear. He loves it when they beg, beg for forgiveness, and beg for their lives. But who is he to forgive them?
He enjoys these times, very much. He loves how the warm, rich and heavenly liquid tastes and makes the burn inside his throat almost nonexistent. Almost.
He is the rebel son who doesn't follow the foot-steps of his parents. They may not be his own, but they love him just like their own. And he also loves them. He loves his mother and respects his father enough to end this lifestyle. But of course he doesn't. For he has no reason to give up on the heaven that is human blood, and start feeding on animals. What'd be the point of being a vampire then?
Because he is the predator, and so he always keeps searching for pray. He prays those who think they are the terrors, the dangerous ones. Too bad, too bad they don't know that there is the death himself watching, anticipating and waiting to end their games.
Suddenly he hears his cell beeping, jerking him out of his reverie, alerting a message. He takes the damned thing out of his pocket and opens the thread.
"Come home. It's important," it reads. Alice.
Frustrated, he pinches the bridge of his nose and then lets out a sigh, already urging his legs to move towards his destination, reluctantly.
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She is naked. There's no piece of cloth cladding her. He comes stalking towards the king sized bed, where she is waiting for him. Her heart is thundering in her chest as she holds out her hand.
She is so sure of herself, not the clumsy shy girl who trips over thin air. She is a woman, his woman.
He saunters over her, slowly. Climbing onto the bed, he takes her offered hand and covers her small, uncovered frame with his gloriously naked body, slightly hovering over her. She closes her eyes savoring the feeling of his smooth, cold skin against her hot, blazing one. She feels his cold, sweet breath washing over her heated face as goose bumps rises all over her porcelain skin and she bites her lip against the moan that is threatening to escape at the deliciousness of his breath. Too bad she can't eat or lick it.
"Isabella," he whispers and she gasps as her eyes pops open hearing her name coming from his lips. His voice is so melodious to her ears; it's like the richest melted chocolate and smooth velvet that has ever been made. His eyes are black, black as the darkest night without stars; and he looks like he is hungry, hungry for something… or someone. Her breath catches, and her rapidly beating heart seems to come to a sudden halt and clenches painfully, then start beating again more forcefully, if possible.
His dangerous eyes send chills down her spine, they seem to pierce the very deepest core of her soul; and it makes her feel exposed, so vulnerable; more than when she is bare in front of him. It's like he can see through her, like there's nothing that she can hide from him. He is dangerous; he looks like the devil himself with his black eyes staring back at her, unwavering, sharp as a hazardously pointed knife. He is death, but not to her, never her.
She can see him clearly. She always does. He is so beautiful that sometimes it pains to even look at him. She can't understand why he is here, with her. Even though he is in her dreams, she finds it extremely hard to believe why this godlike creature would want to do anything with her. She is nothing special, nothing exceptional. Then why her?
This is so confusing. Everything feels so real. Her emotions, his presence, their passion, everything. But as she wakes up every time, all she can remember is the heated cold touch, red eyes and intense, so intense pleasure. Nothing else, nothing.
The bad part, she doesn't know his name. She can recall his heavenly voice crooning her name against her ears. It's not fair that she doesn't know his. But then again, maybe she does know his name, maybe she just can't member it.
And there's the worst part, she can't remember his face. All she knows that it's beautiful, so beautiful.
She tries to remember it, she tries her best. But nothing comes. There's nothing except those red and sometimes black eyes and pale, ghostly white skin. Nothing else. Her head begins to hurt, it throbs painfully. Tears threaten to spill down her eyes and she clenches her eyes shut. Fisting her lush mahogany hair with both of her hands, she tugs on them hard, almost to the point of ripping them out of the scalp, but she feels no pain. Because the pain is no match to the one in her heart, which is making her body numb, so numb. Releasing one hand from her hair, she moves it down towards her chest and clutches the clothing covering her hurting heart, as she struggles for breathing.
And then she begins to sob.
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A/N: Hello lovelies, it has been so long I have been here. Here, my newest fic, was being written for Red Eyed Edward Contest. My bad the deadline is over. So, I'm posting it here.
Love you all very much.
