Prologue
She froze as his smell invaded her senses. Unwillingly she felt venom pooling into her mouth. With her eyes clamped tightly shut she found herself breathing in his delicious scent. The wet rhythmic thump thump of his heart teased her ears. She choked, letting out a unnecessary breath. "Emmett," she moaned painfully as her throat burned with thirst. She grabbed her throat pointlessly, massaging the marble skin there, as if that would take the excruciating pain away.
"Bella," he repeated softly. She could hear the swish of his trouser material as he stepped forward. The fast thumping of his heart intensified. He was directly behind her now. She tensed, locking her limbs into place. His hand enchased her wrist. She sighed at the feel of warmth that sank into her frozen skin. She could feel his warm breath at the base of her neck. She bit her lip, as he moved his hand up her arm to her shoulder leaving a tingling trail of warmth that blazed her skin. "So cold." He barely whispered it but it was enough to break the trace she was in. She jerked away from him, his warmth lingering on her shoulder. "You need to leave," she said coldly. "Bells-" She flinched at his nickname for her. "You need to go." She repeated. She heard him take a step forward. The slight heat radiating from him encased her back in a friendly embrace. "No," he said quietly. "I'm not letting you go. Not again."
"You don't have a choice," she snapped harshly. She whipped around. Emmett blinked, his heart pounding in his chest. She smelt the adrenaline that rushd through his body as he registered the danger he was in. Her eyes were focused on his chest, right where his heart was beating rapidly, pumping the sweet delicious blood through his veins. Vemon pooled into her mouth once again. Her eyes raised upwards, drawn to his neck. She reached out a pale hand, cupping the left side of his neck. She took a step forward, eyes closed tightly as she breathed in his mouthwatering scent, letting her instincts guide her. She opened her mouth, her razor sharp teeth grazing his skin. She bit down hard sinking her teeth into his skin. It was as easy as cutting through butter. She groaned as the salty liquid poured into her mouth, soothing her parched throat. Drinking greedily, she ignored the weak protests escaping his mouth, as she rapidly sank deeper and deeper, getting closer to the shadowed beast that fought within her for its release.
This is my new story, it's something that I came up with to get me back into writing so I can continue with my other stories. I'd be grateful for any feedback, and to know if you want to continue reading the story.
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