I walked through the swarms of humans all clad in black for the special occasion. It was rather sad and yet enticing to watch. I lowered my head to hide my smile and stood back to observe as each person sniffled, cried, and murmured. All questioning how poor Rachel had died so young.

I smirked and after going before her now empty corpse and paying my dues I walked away licking my lips. She was rather bittersweet that Rachel; her taste still lingered on my tongue and I couldn't wait to see who else would call upon me next. After all I have lived a rather long life and I had waited centuries to be called upon and even more years to feast upon the…caller. I felt a deep coiling in my abdomen as I thought of who else would summon me. It gave me a thrill that drove me to the point of ecstasy.

A sound that sounded half groan and moan came from between my lips and I bit my bottom lip to hide the sound and smile that threatened to spill over. It was a feeling that made me wet, throb, and ache. I shivered from the pleasure that I could imagine already and quickly opened the back door of the funeral home.

Oh well no use fretting I knew I would be called soon, I always was. All I had to do now was wait…After all that's what demons were good at-waiting…

OoOoOoO

I groaned in frustration as I watched countless relatives cry and wail before their close friends' body. I couldn't understand why they were lamenting and fussing over a body. It was only a shell left from the person that use to live.

Now there was only that, a corpse that held no sentimental value at all-at least not to him. He looked away from the casket in disgust and caught sight of a beautiful woman. Just looking at her made his cock stir to life. It hurt to actually look at her but he couldn't find it in himself to look away. She wore a one shoulder black dress that clung to her body. It reached up to mid-thigh. He stared a while longer looking at her body and saw that her dainty feet were encased in three inch black high heels. He groaned again but this time in pleasure. He gazed at her face and saw how translucent her ivory skin was. Her hazel eyes seemed to laugh in amusement at the sight before her. She lowered her head to obviously hide the smile that appeared on her face. Her dark brown hair that almost looked black was held loosely in a bun.

She fascinated me as she smiled and walked towards the body. How she seemed bemused at the whole ordeal. She quickly walked away and after getting lost in the crowd I stood up and followed her. I caught sight of her and the sound that left her lips sounded like a strangled moan. I halted mid-stride and gazed at her as her frame shook in what appeared to be pleasure. My cock pulsed and throbbed. I didn't understand what caused her to act in such a way in a funeral. But all I knew what that it thrilled me; this woman filled me with not only with a million questions but with need. I wanted nothing but bury myself deep in her and pound into her hard, thrust after thrust. God the things I would do to this woman if she let me. The second I closed my eyes to stop from moaning out loud I heard a door close and when I opened my eyes she was already gone. The girl that shivered in pleasure, groaned, and seemed to laugh at this silly ordeal was gone. I was about to go look for her when I felt someone grab my arm. I turned and watched as my father gave me a stern look. "Edward why don't you sit down son. It's disrespectful to be walking mindlessly around in a funeral, please…" he said. I nodded and relaxed as I took a seat in my pew again. I watched as my father went to my mother holding her trembling frame as she sobbed. She hid her face in my father's chest to keep from looking at her friends' empty body in the casket.

OoOoOoOo(8 years later)oOoOoOoO

(Edward was seventeen at the time of the funeral. Now he is 25).

Moans left his mouth as he thrust into her again and again. His hands massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples in his fingers. His hands exploring her body once again. His hands roaming and squeezing her ass and pushing her closer to him. His right hand searching for his silver blade and grazing a cut at her breast. Blood pouring from the wound and painting her ivory skin in a blood red color. She moaned as he licked and sucked at the wound. She held his head in a loving gesture pulling him closer to her breast so he could continue licking and suckling. "Ugh….More…" She panted and breathed as her eyes rolled back into her head. He cut her other breast and gave it open mouthed wet kisses.

She gazed down at him and the sight of his hooded green eyes full of lust and pleasure for her, made her moan again. And she trembled as she came hard. "Jesus, Edward…More…" She demanded in a pant. He cut her up again and again slicing her flesh. Ribbons of blood pouring from her jaw, her neck, her breasts, her stomach… He couldn't help himself from doing it just like she couldn't help herself from enjoying the pain and burn of him slicing her flesh. He pounded relentlessly at her and kissed her hard thrusting his tongue into her mouth forcefully. He tasted her just as she tasted her blood in his mouth. He gently bit down on her lower lip drawing blood and he sucked on her lower lip, nibbling on it. Blood seeped from his mouth and covered his chin and just the image of him covered in her essence and his insistent pounding made her breathless and shudder from the mere pleasure. She moaned and met his thrusts and soon he finally came. He groaned and lay on top of her as he recovered still lazily licking her wounds like a cat. She caressed his bronze colored hair and smiled at him.

"Isabella.." he said in that tone that meant business… "Yes, sir?" She questioned. He gave her the blade and looked at her meaningfully. She smiled showing her pearly whites and licked her lips. "Yes, my lord," was all she answered as she followed his unspoken directive order and sliced into his perfectly smooth creamy skin. Leaving behind ribbons of blood flowing from his shoulder as she pulled her head closer to the wound. His blood dripping to her torso as he lay above her. She licked and sucked on it savoring the bittersweet flavor of his essence and yelled his name. "Edward!" He tasted divine, simply scrumptious.

Her form trembled in need and intense desire as she continued licking over and over. Her pink tongue peaking from between pink lips and taking his blood into her body.

"Hurry Isabella. There is no more time for our games. There is much to do as you already know." He said looking at her with his piercing jaded green eyes. She quickly gave one long lick and closed the wound with her tongue. He stood and stretched his whole body as she gazed at him in pure lust and hunger once again. A hunger that would never dull and only ache for as long as he lived. For only when he died would she be able to sate that hunger deep in her being. Her hunger for his soul…

"Come Isabella" He ordered to her his tongue peaking out and their symbol being easily seen, glowing. She bowed and kneeled on her knees, "Yes, my lord."

A/N:

As you all can see I switch from pov's and also the tense. It doesn't make sense and yet it does, to me at least. I hope it doesn't confuse any of you. If it does I apologize. I don't know if I'll continue bizarrely switching tenses and pov's. But I think the story is enough to stay and read. I got this idea from an anime. It's titled Black Butler. I have changed a few things and I won't follow the anime much just the basic outline and some ideas having to do with the characters, I'm just using their idea(s). I'm using Stephanie Meyer's characters but they are HERS, unfortunately. NO PLAGARISM OR ANY OF THAT NONSENSE is intended. I'm just having my fun.

But yes, Bella is a demon… And I'll leave it at that. If you google the anime Black Butler you might get the general idea of what's happening and will happen between Isabella and Edward. This story is rated M for a reason. I like some blood play so if you don't like it well, I can safely assume that it is best for you to stop reading. As for the rest of you, enjoy! =)

~Themysteryofjade