Force-Feeding Edward
After yet another encounter with the magical cat, Edward found himself sleeping.
Last he remembered, he had been sitting on the armchair in Bella's room, watching her sleep, when a familiar, furry form had curled up in his lap.
Edward had looked down to see the magical cat, staring up at him with its liquid gold eyes.
"You are exhausted, Edward," the cat purred. "You are tired … you are going to sleep, now."
Already drowsy, Edward slowly let his eyes close.
"You're not going to give me any more dreams, are you?" he mumbled sleepily.
"No," the cat purred reassuringly. "Just sleep … sleep … the hardest part is letting go of your dreams …"
Feeling rather content, Edward let himself drift, once more, into the realms of slumber.
Never trust a magical cat, thought Edward angrily, as he realised that he was dreaming. The animal had lied to him.
At least this dream was better than the last one he'd had about Jacob Black. In this dream, Edward could smell a delicious scent … not only could he smell it, he could taste it.
The scent was of Bella's blood. Edward recognised it now … it was the most entrancing, seductive scent he had ever smelt … he could feel it calling to him, singing to him …
Edward's eyes were still closed in the dream, and he left them that way, in an effort to saviour the sensation of the way he could almost feel Bella's soft, smooth neck beneath his teeth … how he could almost feel the gentle pulsing of her veins under his lips … how his tongue could almost taste the blood rushing just beneath her skin …
Edward had just began to bite into Bella's neck when he heard a soft whimper.
He opened his eyes immediately to find that he wasn't dreaming. While he was sleeping, Bella had wedged her neck between his teeth and was still situated there, with Edward's teeth bared, ready to feast.
"Mmmrrphh! Fffmruf!" Edward attempted to shriek, but his voice was muffled by Bella's neck. He tried to unclamp his teeth, but his mouth was opened too wide.
"Edward, just bite me already," Bella whined, frustrated.
With a miraculous effort, Edward managed to remove his mouth from Bella's neck.
"Bella, what the dog are you doing?" he shouted, affronted, as he took a great leap away from her.
"I don't know," Bella mumbled. "I just wanted you to bite me, Edward! I'm sick of waiting for you to turn me into a vampire! I've been waiting for months! I just thought that maybe you would bite me in your sleep, or something …"
She trailed off into nothingness, looking at her hands, ashamed.
"Yes, you should be ashamed!" Edward shouted, in a higher voice than usual. "I almost did bite you! And then, I would have sucked all of your blood, thinking it was a dream, and you would have died! How do you feel about that, Bella?"
Bella hung her head.
"Oh, Bella, what am I going to do with you?" Edward sighed. "You silly, foolish girl."
Bella slowly raised her head to look at Edward. Her eyes were narrowed.
"One of these days, Edward, you will bite me," she muttered angrily.
"Yes," Edward agreed, resigned. "One of these days, I will. But it is not this day!"
Outside the window, a cat sat watching the entire event unfold. Catching a moth in its mouth and swallowing, it looked in at the couple and scowled.
"Alas, I have once again failed," the cat murmured. "It is in the moths that I shall now place my trust."
The magical cat then pounced from its perch on the windowsill and ran off into the moonlight.