A/N: On Tuesday, I had left for Ottawa on a school trip. Best school trip of the fucking YEAR. Hell, it was the best throughout my thirteen years of life. Anyways, while we were coming back, my lovely best friend Allison had showed me the song, 'True Love,' by Brokencyde. There's that line that says, 'Just, fuck me Daddy.' Yeah… That's what inspired this story, kind of. So, enjoy this story because I'm so hard headed that I could just not write it. Thanks to Kayla for editing : D

Disclaimer: I do now own Twilight.

Chapter 1 – Let's Just Rewind

"Will you please explain to me again why you go to these crap reunions?" my best friend, Rosalie, asked for the millionth time. I rolled my eyes and set down the bottle of cream I had in my hand. I walked out of the bathroom and plopped down on the couch beside her.

"How many times must I tell you? I haven't seen the larger bunch of my family for over two years. And, I've also missed my cousin's birthday, four years in a row. Might as well make it to this one," I said. Rosalie shrugged her shoulders and dug out another scoop of chocolate ice-cream, sending it into her mouth.

"It's just a cousin though. It'd be different if it was your mom or dad, right?" she mumbled. I shook my head at her. It wasn't, 'just a cousin.'

"But he's my best friend, and family at the same time. When I was a loner as a kid, he was the only one that actually spent time playing with me." She shrug her shoulders once more and looked back at the television.

"Well, let's just hope that your cousin has some hot friends. Can't remember the last time you had a satisfying fuck, Bells. You need to get out more," she said. I sighed and grabbed my clutch.

"If you're done speaking about my lack of sex, well then, I'm leaving. I'll see you later tonight. Call me if you need me, okay?" Rosalie nodded and waved.

"Go get yourself some cock!" she shouted before I walked out of the door.

I shook my head and pressed the button for the elevator. I still wasn't sure how I was able to put up with Rosalie and her sexual comments.

Rosalie and I met during university, having taken the same class. We were put together for a drama project, and in between all those late night laughs and goofing off, we became the best of friends.

I guess in the end, Rose was my only friend. Well, her and her boyfriend, Emmett, who was like a brother to me. I was okay with only having the both of them. Some of the women from the law firm I worked at didn't take a large liking to me anyways.

A taxi pulled up by the sidewalk I soon found myself standing by. I told the driver the address and sat back, watching all the lights blur as the car sped by.

My heartbeat sped each time I saw as to how close I was to his home. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to show my face. But he was family, and it was his birthday and it was a necessity.

Way too soon, the cab pulled up by his house. I could feel my heart pound through my chest. With shaky hands, I gave the driver his money and began to walk up the large patio, my legs trembling with uneasiness.

The double doors were open wide, allowing bright light to shine from inside. I walked in, attentively. I began to fiddle with my turquoise dress, feeling like it was too short or too dressy for this event. I'd remember to cuss at Rosalie for picking this outfit.

Because, who in God's name would wear a sequin turquoise dress that reached above the knee, strappy silver heels that could be barely walked in and so much hairspray that the hair probably felt unnatural? I was the idiot that allowed Rose to do this to me. Over a birthday. Nice.

As I was trying to not show my face much by hiding behind a bunch of men I've never met in my life, a smooth, sweet voice shouted my name. "Bella!" I looked to my right, my eyes wide and a blush on my face, to see my aunt, Elizabeth. Someone I hadn't seen since Christ knows when.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked towards her, wrapping my arms around her perfect frame. I felt guilty, somehow. After Charlie and Renée's divorce, I wasn't communicating with Renée much. Everyday, after school, I'd come over to this very house and be treated like a daughter by Elizabeth and Edward Sr. They were like a second pair of parents to me. And leaving for four years with no contact must've felt like they lost a daughter. Well, to me it did.

"Oh, Bella, I missed you so much. You remember me, right? Oh! Of course you do! And look at how beautiful you look! It's like seeing you again for the first time," she gushed. I laughed and hugged her tight once more.

"It's been far too long, Elizabeth. You still look stunning, as usual," I said, smiling. She grabbed my hand and began walking around the room. Tables of food were everywhere and people in ballroom type clothing were either dancing or conversing.

Elizabeth took me to another room, the kitchen. It wasn't as packed in here. There were some people drinking, but it was mostly people preparing more food and waiters.

Behind a sink, washing her hands, was someone that I hadn't seen in forever. She looked as young and beautiful as she had when I met her when I was a child. Same long, caramel hair, pale skin and grace. My third mother, Elizabeth's sister, Esme.

"Esme! Look who it is," Elizabeth said, walking over to Esme and grabbing her arm, steering her away from the sink. When Esme saw me, she gasped and ran over, holding me close.

"Oh, Bella. I was so worried that you had forgotten about us. No matter, you're here now and it'll simply be the best, right?" I nodded and smiled, hugging her again. She kissed my forehead, and just like that, in a matter of a couple of minutes, I reunited with family.

"The birthday boy is here!" a curvaceous strawberry blond shouted. I stood up from the couch I was sitting on and grabbed my gift for him.

My heart-rate sped and my hands were all clammy. Four years. No phone calls, no letters, no nothing. So long… I could feel the world around me begin to fade as I saw my cousin, my best friend walk through the door.

He looked so different. He grew so much, he was about a good six or seven inches taller than me. That hair that he claimed to have hated the most as a teen, was still devilish and messy. Bright emerald orbs scanned the room and then landed on me.

Surprise was the first thing I detected. Then happiness, joy, sadness, and so forth. I couldn't contain myself as I ran over to him and hugged him tight. He was careful, wrapping his arms around me. As if I was so tiny compared to him, like he'd crush me if he hugged me as tight as I was hugging him.

"Bella? Is that really you?" Edward asked me in a deep, silky voice. I looked up, tears brimming the edges of my eyes, and nodded. "Oh, Bella," he sighed, holding me closer.

"I missed you," I croaked out. "And I'm sorry for leaving and not calling back. I really am." He smiled and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "You look good," I said.

"As do you. You're still the same old Bella to me, though." Edward winked and set an arm around my shoulders, towing me away from the other people. "So, what've you been up to, these last past years?"

I shrugged. "Nothing big. I went to college, graduated, and I'm working as a publisher for those rookie stories now. What about you? Must be more fascinating than my boring, old life," I teased. He laughed and shook his head.

"No, not really. Instead of moving onto medical school like I thought I would, I was accepted into the Illinois Institute of Art. You remember how much I loved to cook. Especially the mud pies we'd make as kids," Edward said, smiling.

"Of course I remember," I laughed. "How could I ever forget something as scrumptious as your mud pies?" He shrugged and gave me a lopsided grin.

"You can't. You wouldn't ever be able to forget me, because well…it's me," he boasted. I rolled my eyes and removed his arm from my shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up, Captain Ego," I smirked. Edward's arm wrapped around my shoulder once more and didn't remove it. Not that he needed to. Maybe I was nothing more than someone who gave Edward leverage. Something that he needed to rest on when he wanted to be carefree and have fun.

I was okay with that, though. Edward was there every time I needed the support. I needed to give back something, like a returning gift. And yes, I was simply okay with that.

The party was fun. There was cake, and dancing, and I got to catch up with the rest of my family. Which was a good thing. But there was a nagging at the back of my head which was bothering me, nonstop. I didn't even understand what was wrong in the first place. But of course I ignored it. Because if I didn't, I'd end up saying something really embarrassing and it'd go all downhill from there.

It was now three in the morning, and I was tired as hell. My feet ached and my eyes kept drooping now and then. My make up was probably wearing off and I just felt so tired and weak. But I stood for who knows how long for a cab, staring at the fountain as I waited.

"Do you have a ride home?" a velvet voice asked. I jumped and turned around, loosing my footing. Warm hands shot out and grabbed me, making me miss the floor. I opened my eyes and saw Edward holding me by my waist. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice thick with worry.

I nodded and pondered about this current position. On many occasions, had Edward caught me each time I'd trip. Many times, had I always found myself in this exact position with him, before smashing my head into the concrete. But not one of those times, did I feel a spark throughout my body as he held me.

I blinked rapidly, attempting to hide my embarrassment. "I-I'm fine, thank you, again," I stammered. But he didn't let go. He held on tighter. As I stared into his eyes, I could tell that he felt that spark too.

But Edward was my cousin. And this was completely wrong. On so many levels. This wasn't something pedophilic. This was something incestuous. Something that had never crossed my mind. Yet, it didn't take me long to find myself going through with it.

He stared at me. I stared back. He cleared his throat. I bit my lip and stood impossibly still. "Uhm…," he mumbled. I looked up and realized how close he was to me. His lips were plump and looked oh so soft. Edward's tongue poked out, wetting the bottom lip; a nervous habit he acquired over the years.

I couldn't contain the flips in my stomach, my erratic breathing. And before I could process as to what was happening, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. My hand moved on it's own accord, twisting into his silky locks and trying to pull myself closer to him.

My lips moved faster, and we were soon kissing with such passion, I felt like I was about to burst. My tongue traced his lips and soon mingled with his; sucking, nipping and fighting for domination. His hand began to move down towards my breast, massaging. I moaned…

"Edward!" a voice, more like the curvy blond from before, called out. We both froze, realizing what we had just done. Edward's hand shook and I ripped myself away from him. My lips still tingled with his kiss.

"I-I should go," I said quietly. I whipped around and ran to the end of the street, hailing a cab in a matter of seconds. I jumped in and fought the urge to look over to him.

Closing my eyes, I tried not to have the itch to cry. I bit the inside of my cheek, dug my nails into my skin, played with my clutch; anything. If it distracted me, then I'd be okay.

The nagging returned. Same old question I had asked myself throughout the whole ride.

What the fuck just happened?

­­A/N: Wee, this is so much fun. Well, writing the actual thing and looking for outfits. On my account, I have a link to my Polyvore account. Click there to check out the outfit that Bella wore to the party. Remember, reviews are like drugs to me. So feed this junkie her crack! Go! Go! Go! Merci to Kayla for editing this for me : D

--Edward's Necrophiliac--