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For the Love of Edward Chapter One
I loved her more than I ever thought was possible. She had awakened a hunger in me I was sure I had never known as a mortal, or, if I had, paled in comparison to now. Her fragility was her beauty; her innocence was her strength. The problem, however, was not that I couldn't have her; the problem was that she gave herself to me completely.
"Edward, where are we going?" Her chest rose and fell quickly with the effort of containing, what I only could assume was, her excitement. I had stolen a quick look at her alarm clock before jumping out her bedroom window – one seventeen a.m. – late for her, perfect for me. I had stolen her out of her father's house when she was asleep; only when the rain began to fall heavily through the thick canopy of trees did she stir. What Chief Swan didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"Somewhere… you'll see soon enough." The second-nature of my movements were still not completely trusted by My Dearest, even though I was going painfully slow for the sake of her safety due to the awkward position of her sleeping body. Now she was awake, and I still could not bring myself to obscure the beautiful image in front of me. The moonlight illuminated her perfect skin like a pearl - delicate, rare, and priceless. I could feel that we were almost at my chosen destination. The sounds of the city's inhabitants were falling away like a crumbling wall. I prayed to whatever God had cursed me with this condition that I would have the strength to keep myself from harming her.
Upon announcing our arrival, I set her down carefully, making sure my hands were there to catch her if needed, and I was correct in this assumption. My hands gently encircled her back and her heart began to beat ever-faster; it was as intoxicating as any number of rounds of vodka shots. 'Too much,' my mind reminded me, 'can be deadly.' I ignored myself, turning my attentions back to the beautiful creature in my arms. Not an ounce of concentration could go astray after I began, or I knew it would be hopeless for both of us.
Her eyes scanned the surroundings in curiosity; I knew the question before it left her mouth - "Where are we?" Taking her lightly by the wrist, kissing the back of her hand, I led her up a small porch with stairs made of oak stained a cherry color. A sigh escaped my Bella and I found her leaning against my side, her free arm finding the small curve where my waist began and my ribcage ended. The familiar clang of metal rang in my ears as I opened the door for her to enter, following suit shortly after. I prided myself in how well the cottage had turned out. It was not until I had conceived of this project did I recognize my own love of architecture. I answered her very carefully.
"This is my Haven," the words coming out easier than I had imagined. "When my family began to disapprove of our… of my infatuation with you, I exiled myself here. I found it abandoned, walls tagged with spray pain, and one side of the house had a hole burned through it – so I fixed it up. When not working on it, I kept watch over you, thinking that one day I would bring you here and confess everything. Perhaps even…" my words trailed off in that way women like so much. She was enthralled.
"Even what?" Suddenly, my shame washed over me as I debated whether to… "Tell me the truth." Her fingertips traced the back of my hand so sweetly. " I want to know."
"Perhaps even…" ashamed again, "drink… from you." Her eyes held concern for me instead of fear for herself; she never ceased to amaze me. Without a word, I scooped her into my arms and took her to the bedroom. Setting her gently upon the wine-colored velvet, I stood back to admire the picture she made, the cover a beautiful contrast with her pale skin. "Sleep now, my love, and be patient. You will get your surprise soon."
"How soon? Edward," amusement danced in her voice, a smile never leaving her eyes, "what's going on?" It was hardly fair, but I did it anyway. Grinning pure sex, I sauntered to her, rewarded with the sound of her heartbeat increasing in tempo. She stayed perfectly still as I inhaled her scent, making sure to trail my lips across her skin as I did so, and whispered in her ear:
"All of your fantasies are about to come true."
With that, I moved too quickly for her eyes to see, hiding in a shadow as I oft did. She looked around and muttered something about me being a horrible tease, finally laying her head on the down pillow. As soon as her breathing began to even, I heard her moan, "Mmm, Edward, hold me…" as the strap of her spaghetti tank top crept just barely – just enough – down her arm. Closing my eyes, breathing deeply, I finally left the room.
I had to act quickly, or all I had would be lost.