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Moving


Two Years Earlier

BPOV

Ugh, moving day. Out of all the things I hate, which isn't a long list, moving is my Achilles heel. I swear the moving gods are never smiling on me. I have moved a total of nine times in my life. Now, seeing as I'm 22, this is a large number.

My mother, the flighty, I-can-never-stay-in-one-place-too-long type, decided that whenever she got bored we would move. Usually this happened when she and her latest boyfriend were on the outs. Shaking my head to rid these thoughts, I stared at the boxes that were strewn out all over my dorm room. Last week of college, I sighed. Now was the time that we are supposed to spread our wings and fly out to the world.

I was nowhere near ready. I studied English and graduated with honors. Looking back on my 4 years, I wondered if I should have studied something different. By the time I realized that my degree would get me nothing but a teaching position or perhaps a job as a Librarian, it was too late. I had put in 3 years, so I figured I should finish.

In two weeks I was starting my new job at a Chicago publishing house. Yup, assistant to the assistant to the Editor in Chief. So I would be fetching coffee and shredding documents and doing general gopher duties. Even though it upset me that this was the best my degree would get me, I was relieved that I had actually found a job. I had sent my resumes to about fifty libraries and I would estimate double publishing houses. I was extremely thankful that I got a bite.

Yes, the move would be difficult, but I needed to plants my roots. I had no ties to anything and Renee was somewhere across country.

With a sigh, I looked at the boxes and frowned. I hated packing.

"Bellllllaaa," Alice sang out. "Why are you sitting on your bed with nothing packed?"

I looked at her and grimaced.

"Alice, I do have things packed, I just hate it so much." She was looking at me with a scrunched face.

"No matter, I will have all this stuff packed before you know it. Besides, we need to get going."

I stood up and walked over to my bookshelf. So many books, all very worn, but I loved them. Reading was my passion and always would be, but reading didn't get you a real job.

I ran my fingers over my tattered books while looking at Alice. She had her hands balls deep in a box. I think it may have been clothing. She looked up from the box.

"Are you taking all of these shabby clothes with you?" She grimaced. "You're going out into the real world Bella, you need grown-up clothes. These sweatpants and torn t-shirts aren't good enough."

I stood with my mouth open while I could see the wheels turning in her head. I pulled the offensive pants from her.

"Alice, just because you dress like you fell off the runway, it doesn't mean I need to as well."

She let out a high pitched squeal.

"We are going shopping," she said while jumping up and down clapping her hands. "I know the perfect stores for you to get exactly what you need!"

I covered my face in my hands and groaned.

"Alice, you know I hate shopping. There's nothing wrong with the clothes I have now!" This didn't deter her.

"Nope, we are going shopping when we get back to Chicago, and I won't take no for an answer."

She huffed while giving my clothing a look as if they were the devil himself.

"Fine," I yelled exasperated. "Whatever, can we just finish and get the hell out of here? It's bad enough knowing that I'm going to lose half this shit on the way."

She just laughed. Thank god for her that we had been friends since High School. I was new; she bounced over and introduced herself like a crazy banshee. From that day on we were inseparable. She was my rock, my confidante and my best friend. So us moving in together was the only way to go. I swear the only way we will separate is if one of us gets married, and that's still in question.

After a painful three hours, 18 boxes and a crap load of garbage bags, we had the truck loaded. We hit the road without looking back.

After five bathroom breaks, four food stops and a lot of arguing about music, we reached our house. I had never been so happy to see anything in my life. Jasper was waiting on the sidewalk with a huge grin on his face. I think he was more excited about Alice coming than me, but whatever. She bounced out of the truck right into his arms. They shared a deep kiss, which I felt the need to look away from.

"Hey darlin'," Jasper said as I got out of the truck.

"Hi Jazz, we're here. Are you excited?" My face must have deceived my feelings as Jasper walked swiftly over and gave me a hug.

"Are you OK, how was the drive?" I looked at him, his face filled with worry, probably because he knew Alice's driving and my pure hatred of moving.

"Ya, I'm good, just tired. It was a long drive. I just want to get my stuff unloaded and go to bed." Jasper gave me a knowing smile.

"Of course Bella, we get this done and then we can catch up later." I sighed and thanked Jasper for being so understanding.

Three days, one great night sleep and 16 empty boxes later, I was still knee deep in items that had yet to find a place. I scanned my new room; it was a dark navy blue, almost black with pewter accents. It was my heaven. As I was pondering the things that I needed to buy, like a desk and maybe another dresser, Alice came in my room and fell onto my bed.

"So, Jasper is having a party tonight. We are invited, obviously, but you need to find something to wear." I knitted my eyebrows together.

"Why do I need to dress up? I am not looking for anything and I really couldn't care a less about a bunch of Jasper's drunk friends trying to get laid."

Alice let out a very unlady like snort.

"Whatever Bella. We haven't been to a party in a while... we need this. Besides, it will be fun. A 'getting to know you, welcome home' kind of thing."

She eyed my closet with an almost painful expression.

"So dress for anything, you never know right?"

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.

"OK, whatever. Maybe it will be fun," I stated with mock enthusiasm.

She giggled and told me she'd be back to do my hair and make up later. After I got out of the shower, Alice was on me like a flash. She was pulling, teasing and poking me anywhere she could. After a few profanities and 'enough Alice''s, I was ready. I looked good, but didn't care. I was tired from unpacking and wanted to stay in my bed and read a book or something. I slipped my shoes on and made my way downstairs. There were a few people already there. I went to get a drink from the kitchen - lots of alcohol was in order for this evening. I didn't know anybody here so I wasn't comfortable.

About two hours in, I was drunk, like really drunk and feeling very good. I swayed to the rhythmic beat of Prodigy and danced my ass off to Shakira.

The last thing I remember was being pulled by my waist out of the kitchen.

I woke up the next morning with a fucking horrible hangover; it had been a while since I last got drunk. I groaned when the sunlight hit my eyes. I was also very sore. After much discussion with my self, I got out of bed and went to take care of my basic needs. After brushing my teeth and pulling a brush through my hair I looked in the mirror. My lips were swollen and I had what I think might have been a bite mark on my neck, my wrists were red and my thighs were killing me. What the fuck happened last night? I wracked my brain to remember what happened. I came up with nothing. I decided I would ask Jasper or Alice. They would give me the missing information I needed. I padded into the kitchen to see a very tired Alice. I smirked; looks like I wasn't the only one who had a rough night.

"Morning Alice," I said as I made my way over to the coffee pot. She just grunted in response. I let out a small chuckle. She was hurting.

After getting my coffee I sat down at the table. I was just about to ask Alice what happened last night but Jasper flew in. He looked like he had stuck his finger in an electrical socket, his hair was all over the place and he had dark blue circles under his eyes.

"Rough night?" I asked as I went to take a sip of my drink.

Nothing. He made a bee line to the coffee. He held one finger up telling me to wait. After he took his first sip he answered. "You could say that, but so worth it."

He was smiling over at a very grumpy Alice.

I turned back to Jasper and quirked an eyebrow.

"Hey Jazz, do you remember anything from last night?"

Jasper gave me a thorough once-over before his eyes suddenly zoned in on my neck. His eyebrows rose in an expression of surprise, but it quickly faded into a smirk.

"Not really, but it looks like you had a good time," he said in a low voice while trying to mask a chuckle. I just glared at him.

I turned to look out the window and sighed. The sun was just starting to warm the kitchen and a breeze blew through the window bringing with it the light floral scent of lilacs. I loved this time of year. The flowers were blooming and the smell of freahly cut lawns invaded my senses. A fresh start. I ran my fingers over my wrist and groaned.

"I can't remember anything; all I know is what I see. I obviously made out with someone, but I don't remember anything!" I covered my face with my hands.

I felt nothing but embarrassment. Alice, who had been quiet up till now, started giggling.

"Hm, seems like you had fun though, she teased as she pointed to my neck. I groaned and left the kitchen.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o

Two weeks later we were having another party. Alice was bouncing off the walls with excitement and I was cringing. I had wracked my brain to figure out what the hell happened last party.

Nothing...Niente. Fuck.

I kept asking Alice and Jasper if they remembered me leaving with someone or if I passed out on the front lawn. All I got were 'don't knows' and shoulder shrugs. I was beyond pissed. I hated that somebody knew what happened and they just disappear into thin air. Hopefully I would see them tonight. Maybe it would come back to me if I saw a familiar face.

That's how I ended up here, in my room, looking at my closet. Oh yes… my one night stand from a singles party at our house. It was the best night of my life, I think, but now I was beginning to rethink the whole one night stand thing.

"Bella, what are you thinking about? You seem to be off in space." Alice was giving me a look of sadness and understanding.

She had been helping me through this mess. Together we had tried to figure out what the hell had happened, but so far it was all still a blank.

"Alice, I'm okay, just letting my mind wander." She gave me a skeptical look.

"I think it's more than that. Are you thinking about him? You know this happens every time."

Indeed I was. Who could forget that man? I'd be willing to bet not one person.

Unless you are me.

EPOV

"Is that good baby," Jessica asked while looking up at me through her lashes.

"Mmm, you know it is." I internally rolled my eyes at this blatant lie.

I looked down at her mouth wrapped around my cock. She smiled up at me. She was always willing and able to meet me anytime, anywhere. As she took me completely in her mouth, swirling her tongue around my very large and very hard member, I let out a low groan. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and thrust forward. She wasn't the best at giving head, but right now, she was serving her purpose.

I needed release, and with the current position we were in, I wasn't going to get it. I stood up and slammed into her mouth hard. She almost choked from the sheer force of my thrust. I gripped her hair harder and pulled. She let out a moan. Oh yes, she liked it rough. As she started to run her hands up my thighs, I slipped them away. There was no way she was going to have my cock in her pussy. That was set aside for one person only.

Jessica didn't understand why I didn't fuck her. Sure she was good looking and she had a nice enough body, but I hate plastic and she was fucking full of it. From her face to her ass to her tits. None of it was real. Hence the most she would get from me would be a mouth fuck. She started to moan around me and I could feel myself twitch. My balls were tightening up and my breathing was becoming erratic.

"So good," I growled out.

Big fucking lie. Not so good, but I needed to get this over and done with. With her hand, she started massaging my balls faster and without warning I slammed into her mouth as hard as I could, blowing my load without any warning. I never gave a warning. If you were going to blow me, you were going to swallow. I let out a heavy breath and pushed her away from me, which caused her to fall on her ass.

I smirked as I put my sunglasses on.

She wasn't getting anything from me. She didn't deserve it. I never returned the favor. Ever. If these bitches wanted me then they could have me, but they knew not to expect anything in return.

She looked at with with the most amusing expression on her face. She was dumbfounded.

"Eddie, are you not going to reciprocate? It's the least you can do."

I turned on my heel and laughed.

"I don't fucking think so Jess, you fucking know better. When the hell have I ever gotten you off?" I asked as if she was stupid.

She frowned.

"Exactly, so don't fucking ask for something you're never going to get."

And with that I left her on the floor in the living room to wallow in her own self pity.

I glanced at my phone. "Fuck!" I yelled out. Why the fuck hadn't I received a call by now?

Jess came running outside.

"What's the matter baby?" She used her 'I think I'm sexy' voice which in reality was anything but. It actually made me cringe.

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't fucking call me baby, Jess; you had the honour of sucking me off, now you need to get the fuck out of my house."

Her jaw dropped. She looked at me like I had just killed her puppy or something. Not that I gave a shit about that, but the fact that she thought it would change my decision was funny as fuck.

As I looked at her with a small smirk on my face, waiting for her to argue, she started to cry.

"Why do you treat me like this Ba... uh Edward?" She stuttered over her choice of words.

"Jessica," I murmured, making my voice low and seductive. I reached out and grabbed her chin. "Get the fuck out of my house before I throw you out."

She looked at me with tear brimmed eyes before storming off .

I knew it was an asshole thing to do but I really didn't give a shit. I had packing to do and I was waiting for a phone call. Jess blowing me had done nothing to relieve the tension.

As I heard the front door slam closed I chuckled to myself. It was the same thing every time with Jess and she still kept coming back.

I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a drink. My nerves were fried. I was waiting for the call to tell me where she was.

This was the reason I was moving to Chicago. She had moved there.

The family always kept close tabs on her. They needed her. Not the same way I did.

Never the same way I did.

How her mahogany hair looked laid out across my pillow, the way she would cup her hands under her chin while she slept. I could stare at her forever and never get tired. She was too beautiful to be in this world. She was too precious to be used by them.

I sighed just thinking about her. If she knew half of what was being done to her, she'd hand me my balls on a platter. Luckily for me though she didn't even know who I was.

I would watch her from afar, just to make sure that she was safe and that the vultures wouldn't damage or take advantage of her.

I walked out to my patio and fell into the chaise. The sun was starting to set and the sky was turning pink.

Mm pink, just like her mouth.

My cocked twitched at the thought.

It had been months since I had been with her and the loss of contact was beginning to strain me. I needed her.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~

I had her splayed across my bed in nothing but her black fuck me fuck-me pumps. She was breathing heavily, her eyes were hooded and her skin was flushed. She was waiting for me.

I pulled out the little baggie of white powder and dangled it in front of her. She let out a low moan, bit her bottom lip and nodded. I eyed her from my position at her feet. I held her gaze and I had her. For as long as I wanted. I slowly made my way up to her stomach, placing feather light kisses on her calves and thighs. She spread her legs for me, showing her dripping pussy.

She was always ready for me.

I took the baggie and emptied it onto her stomach.

She gasped in surprise.

"Edward, that tickles," she had said in a low breathy voice.

I smirked; this was going to do more than tickle her.

"You know you love this shit, " I said as I fought back a groan looking at the little mountain that was just above her belly button. I slowly made my way up her calves to her thighs licking and nipping. I ran my hand across her hip and across her pussy. She was so wet. I slowly inserted one finger and curled it to reached her g-spot. The moan that came out of my beautiful girls mouth was heavenly.

I inserted two more fingers and stated to pump hard. Her hips lifted off the bed.

I couldn't have that. I didn't need blow all over the fucking bed.

I pressed my hand on her abdomen and held her still. She took a sharp breath and hummed.

As I felt her clench down on my fingers I removed them in one swift movement.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a credit card and a hundred dollar bill from my wallet. I proceeded to make four separate lines across her stomach. I sat back and almost came right there. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her body had a thin sheen of sweat covering it. Just enough to make sure the blow stayed in place. She was so ready. I rolled the bill up and leaned into her.

She held her breath.

I looked up at her, licked my lips and proceeded to do a line.

Nothing better than getting high off my beautiful girl. In anyway possible. Just her scent had me going fucking crazy. I would never get enough of her.

She looked down at me with a shy smile.

Fuck, if that didn't make me hard in an instant. Fuck, what this girl did to me.

I never forced her to partake in my extra curricular activities. She was better than that.

I finished the three remaining lines. I was flying. I needed to fuck her.

I took my finger and ran it across her stomach, making her shiver.

I placed my finger on her clit and proceeded to rub, adding more pressure as I went.

She came right there.

That's the wonderful thing about blow, it numbs you and heightens your senses all at the same time. You feel as if nothing can top it.

I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and all I saw was lust, passion and love.

In one swift movement I filled her completely. I reached up and entwined our fingers together so our hands were palm to palm. I needed to be as close to her as possible. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started to match my thrusts with her hips. I leaned in and kissed her with all the passion I could give her. She knew I loved her, that I would do anything for her.

Too bad after I left she wouldn't remember me or what happened between us. But just for this moment she did remember me and she allowed me to love her the only way I could.

I blocked that thought out as she clenched around me. She was moaning and thrashing her head from side to side. I followed immediately after letting out a low gutteral moan.

I leaned in and gave her a loving kiss and stroked her cheek. She sighed and pressed into my chest.

"I love you, Edward."

My heart clenched. She wouldn't remember any of this and I wanted her to. But I couldn't. She could never know me.

However, the asshole in me had to make sure she was still under control.

I looked straight into her eyes and spoke in a commanding voice.

"Now remember Isabella, next time we meet I will not be as easy on you. You were lucky all I did was fuck you. You know it could have been much worse."

She bit her lip and nodded.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~

I jumped up and started pacing. Why the fuck hadn't Marcus called me yet? I knew she was there. I was told to get my ass to Chicago for fuck sakes. I swear that fucker liked to watch me sweat.

Well, sort of.

The Family knew not to mess with me. I could take them down in the blink of an eye. Literally.

I had been invited to join the family when I was 18. They broke many laws in many countries, but the one thing they were sticklers about was age. You needed to be age of majority before they would even approach you. My father had been upset with my decision but came to the realisation that I would have been sucked into the underground at some point. My father hated this type of life. I grew up in a middle class neighborhood and went to regular schools. My parents tried very hard to keep daily life normal. We would partake in family outings such as the zoo and outdoor art shows. It was the only way they could explain my constant need for sunglasses. In school the excuse was that I was sensitive to light and I need to have my eyes covered at all times.

Little did anyone one know the real reason. So when The Family offered me a position as a foot soldier I fucking jumped on it. Money, cars and bitches at your fingertips. Who the fuck would want anything else? I saw how they lived and the benefits they reaped. I wasn't stupid; all of their power came from fear. Not one person with whom they did business respected them. Hell, I didn't even respect them. Who the hell gets off beating the shit out of people because they can't afford to "pay" for your protection? Fuck, they were paying for protection from the very people who were out to destroy them.

My phone ringing brought me back out of my inner ramblings.

"This is Edward."

"Hey Edward, Marcus here."

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. He knew I was waiting for his call. Asshole.

"Where do I need to meet Aro?" I asked.

"He said to meet him at the office, and that you'll know where it is."

"Ya, I know where it is. Who will be there?"

Marcus stayed silent for a beat before letting out, "Everyone involved."

I was beginning to get irritated. I hated not being face to face with people. I could get whatever the hell I needed when I looked them in the eye.

"So make sure you're dressed appropriately," he snickered.

"Fuck off Marcus, you think I don't know how to do my fucking job?" I spat back.

"No man, I was just messing with you! Would you chill the fuck out?" he yelled back to me.

I hung up the phone without saying bye. He didn't fucking deserve it. None of them deserved my patience. They needed me to get to Isabella. I was the only one that had an insider that they knew nothing about. They always asked how I got my information on her. I would proceed to tell them in a polite way to fuck off.

I made a mental note to contact Jasper. Luckily for me, he was in the same situation as Isabella. However, Jasper had a different look into my life. To him I was an editor that owned several publishing houses, so it came as no surprise when Isabella had received a job offer from one of them. He never said anything though. He knew his place. Nor did he ever try to interfere with my dealings with her. He was not aware of what I could do, but he knew enough to keep his nose clean and out of my business.

I liked Jasper. Fun, easy going and easy to talk to. I only used my ability on him when we needed to push for information. Mostly about Isabella and her whereabouts. Besides, he was fucking my friend's sister. We could easily take her away and he wouldn't be able to say shit about it.

I got changed and walked out to my car. I loved my fucking car.

Maserati sport line, white and it was the mother of all pussy grabbers. I never had to worry about going home alone. Ever.

I pulled up to one of my offices. They liked to meet me on my own turf. I think they believed that if they did so I wouldn't lash out. Stupid fuckers.

As I stepped into the elevator, I decided that I was going to fuck with them. I took off my sunglasses and placed them in my jacket pocket. I didn't need them inside and when they caught sight of me, there was a definite guarantee that one of them would piss their pants. I smiled as I admired my refection in the mirrored elevator doors. I needed to shave and get a haircut. I pulled out my phone and added this to my to do list in my calendar.

I heard the ding the elevator made and stepped out. There was nobody standing in the reception area so I guessed they were in one of the boardrooms. I checked my appearance once more. My eyes were dark and angry. I hated that I needed to meet with them. I didn't like using Isabella like this, but she was important to Aro and his day to day activities.

I stepped into the boardroom and saw Aro and Marcus sitting beside one another, talking quietly.

I cleared my throat to make my presence known, and if I hadn't prepared myself, I may have fallen to the floor laughing.

Aro's eyes bugged out of his head and Marcus let out a little squeak.

Like the smug bastard I was I smirked at them and walked farther into the room. Aro sank into his seat and Marcus closed his eyes and stated talking to himself. No doubt saying a prayer.

I pulled out a chair and sat down. I wanted to get this done and over with. I hated waiting for instructions. I had been here before and knew what I was supposed to do. However, Aro seemed to think that we needed to meet face to face. I knew he was nervous. We hadn't needed Isabella's assistance in a few months. He had never been worried in the past, so I was curious to see what would come of this meeting.

I placed my sunglasses over my eyes and addressed Aro.

"So can you tell me why the fuck I've been called down here? Is this assignment different from the others?"

"No, it's not," Aro spoke calmly. "We need the same intel from Isabella, but seeing as it's been a while, I just wanted to make sure everything was on the up and up?"

I smirked. He had no clue what I did with Isabella. Yes, I got the information that I needed, but that was achieved at the end of the evening. I always wanted my girl in body and spirit first. Then I moved on to her mind. My girl was smart. I mean, off the charts intellegent. She could runs circles around the asses in this family and easily put them all to shame. Unfortunately she had inside information about one of our enemies. So her joining the family was out of the question. We needed her to maintain plausible deniabilty.

That's where I came in.


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