Languidly, I crawled my way out of the ocean, having gone for a long-timed dive swim, at least two hours having passed since I left the house.
The sun blazed high in the sky, and I knew that soon the water would receded further from the house, revealing crabs and new shells as the sun baked them, frying any poor animal that had the misfortune not to have crawled back into the water or buried deep into the sand.
My daughter was screaming as she ran across the beach land, a giggle in her voice as she screamed my adoptive name.
Turning, I caught her just in time as she lunged at me, grasping me around the knees as she nearly took me down, or should I say, would have, if I hadn't readied myself for the impact.
Her golden head turned up to me, a wide smile spread across her lips, before they pursed, kissing my naval before she flitted off once more.
I looked up, searching for the source of her distress, and I smiled, seeing my Edward ranging over the beach side through the thickest part of the sand it seemed, his body sinking with every step as, for the first time since I had met him, he stumbled across even ground.
He eventually reached me, looking exhausted and disgusted, but altogether satisfied, his eyes a light honey from his full belly.
"Where'd that little brat go?"
His chest rose and fell periodically in sharp intakes.
I ignored him, instead slipping my fingers under the unbuttoned holes of his shirt, drawing him slowly to me. Softly I placed one light kiss on his mouth, noticing the way that Ciella stiffened as I did so. "The more important question is if you enjoyed your hunt."
"No." it was gruff and I pushed down the urge to kiss it well again.
"And why's that?" We pressed together, my arms going to wrap carelessly over his neckline.
Our foreheads touched, and I could smell his prey on his lips, the smell making my stomach tighten in disgust. He proceeded however, and I submitted, stomaching both the feeling in my gut as well as my heart, as my daughter began to snarl in some dark shadow, watching my husband and I broodingly.
"I'd much rather be hunting you…"
A chill ran down my spine, but I found myself drawn to the fear, my arms going taught around his shoulders as he leaned forwards a bit, turning me instantly into his prey.
My knees buckled and I instantly felt the pressure of his body grinding me into the sand. Closing my eyes, I felt them give out completely, but my body remained floating with the tightened clasp I had on his neck.
His hands brushed the backside of my knees and I stomached the mewl that wanted to escape, as he pulled each leg up and secure to his hips.
I found my nails digging into my own wrists, the hold breaking the flesh there and letting a small amount of venomous, warm blood drip deadly across the ivory shirt he wore.
"Edward." I hissed out, as he seemed to slip under into a Bella-induced coma. "Put me down. Now."
His nose followed the smell of my pulse, the ever-living blood flow an everlasting sign of my inability to ever submit, not even to death. If he were to decide to, I was certain that he could drink from me for all eternity and my veins would not run dry; my body would simply adapt to the change and produce.
The Rashaka would not let me be defeated.
Shifting, I attempted to pull myself from his arms. He allowed it to a certain point, allowing his fore arms to go slack before he resituated me lower on his hips.
"I don't think I want to." His lips pressed against the hollow of my throat, latching his jaw tightly there as he followed up the thick vein.
I felt the jarring in his posture before I saw it. Startled, my eyes shot open from their post-pleasured hooding, looking around to see what had startled Edward enough to drop me, let alone cause him to do it none too gently.
I nearly snarled in disagreement. My daughter once more had her teeth bared at her father, attacking him relentlessly.
She caught his arm once, taking him spinning to the ground.
For once, I was a bit angry at her and I snarled. The girl was mid sweep slash when she stopped, turning like a deer in the headlights.
Her eyes were large, the highlighter green color glowing dangerously as the sun caught hold of them and sent purple specks twirling off of them.
She dropped Edward, unwillingly I might add as she became demure before my eyes, crawling back up the hill where she had drug Edward from to me. Her delicate hands rested against the bare flesh of my feet, her hair brushing the tips of my toes gently as the wind caught her loose hair wildly.
Through the ground and our bond, I could feel the vibrations as she restrained herself from attacking again, relenting instead her feelings for me, as she endured the fury in her breast.
She cried, whimpered without exact cause as she bent over in a submissive dog pose.
Edward, intelligent as ever, decided to remain away from my daughter and I. Instead, he took in everything as if he were only a bystander, despite the scratches across his chest.
"Ciella- what the hell was that all about?!" I hefted her up by the arm, where she stood mutely like a rag doll, her face still turned to the ground.
"Ciella ANSWER ME!" The urge to smack her to induce some sort of response had to be swallowed and I instead shook her again until Edward wrenched her from me.
As he turned her directly to him, she hissed ferally and lunged for him until my fist made an impact with her face.
She fell hard on the ground, her eyes wide as she hiccupped, surprised that I had actually hit her. Her jaw trembled deftly, and for a moment the urge to kiss away the shock and pain passed through me.
I noticed soon that it wasn't just her jaw that shook, but her entire form, in pure fear that I was about to terminate her life.
"Ciella I-"
I couldn't find myself, but she must have found it in my heart for herself, as she kissed the edge of my hand before running away, grateful to be alive.
Falling over myself with an exasperated huff, I lowered my head to my hands, pulling my hair away from my face in the process.
Edward was quick on my heels, crouch down to my level as he looked up at me apologetically.
He pulled me into a deep hug, and I hesitantly wrapped my arm around his neck, my chin digging into his right shoulder blade. Sighing I began to weep, his hand stroking my back gently as he began to rock me against him comfortingly.
What had I given my life up for? This? This ever-clear torment?
I was disgusted by my body, something that I had never experienced before, and for an unexplainable reason, I felt that Edward might be repulsed by me as well now, his attraction to my blood simply the urge to put an end to what had become of his small, daring human.
His arms tightened surely as I began to shake with each sob, each cry coming out as a short choke as he continued trying to comfort me.
"I-I'm so so-ssorry…" my teeth clattered together, and I forced my bottom jaw further into his shoulder to stifle the motion.
"Sshhh… Its all right Bella…" His hands slid down my back to my thighs and lifted me back onto his waistline, before he stood up, still cradling me like a child. He walked me into the house, past his brothers and sisters and into our room.
As he brushed a soaking wet Alice away, I could hear her breath hitch, perhaps the smell of me had hit her and she realized I had nearly reverted to the most primal of all urges, or perhaps it was the fear and disgust that clung to me like a second skin.
I looked over her once lovely face, to the large gashed scar over her left cheekbone, the purple color appearing to be an extension of the bruised looking bottom eyelid.
"Oh my god, Edward what happened?" Alice rushed us from the couch, drawing not only her attention to us, but also the two boys who sat at the coffee table arm wrestling. Emmett looked up just in time for Jasper to slam his arm onto the granite table.
Instead of answering her, Edward shut the door, opting for the route of ignoring Alice and his family's stares.
Once safely on the quieter end of the house, Edward settled me on the floor and pushed me towards the bed. He was shirtless before I even settled down into the bed, following quickly after me.
Pressing me into the mattress heavier then he had before the change, he kissed me, his lips firmly on my as he enticed me to open my mouth.
I whimpered, pressing against him as I attempted to get one of my hands freed from between us as he played lightly with my hair.
Eventually he let off of me, pushing my hair out of my face before he kissed my forehead.
Something cold pressed into my hand. I squeezed, looking up at him confused before looking down to the escaped hand to his cell phone, the sleek curvation to the phone fitting in the palm of my hand like water.
He kissed the tip of my nose, getting off of my chest so I could breath, a slight smile on his face.
"Jasper told me. If you call them now, they should be just getting into the airport; they have a night flight."
He kissed me once more on the cheek before flitting out of the room, leaving me on my own to either make the call, or walk back out of the room, in which case I was certain that should I pick it, I would find him outside with his siblings arguing.
Opening up the phone, I was greeted by a living, breathing picture taken just weeks before both of my changes. Edward look ridiculous, but had a laugh in his face, spreading so deep that it had caught me as well, my face open with uncontrollable laughter as I hugged my fiancé from behind.
As I sat holding it opened, I realized that if they were at the airport, if they had left already on the plane, I would have no future contact with my family. As early as we had met was as fast as they left, and I hadn't even thought to get any contact information with any of them.
Nervously as well worriedly, I scrolled through the contact list, coming across a headliner that stated in bold red letters "Home."
I clicked send and swallowed deeply.
It rang.
Once…
Twice…
Three times…
A clicking noise occurred and then a beep. I felt like crying all of a sudden, realizing that they were not there. Either they left, or choose not to answer. Deciding that either way, I would leave a message on the machine.
The pre message beeped before it started, saying that we were sorry that whoever was calling missed us, naming ourselves off in order of 'age' while we each took turn saying something in the message. When it eventually hit the time to leave a message I could feel a rise of dread hit my throat, "Hi. This is Bella. On vacation, right now, but I was just checking if anyone's in the house right now. Edward and I are having a great time, but we were wondering how everyone else is. Ciella misses you all too."
I had said our panic word unintentionally, though I knew that if anyone were there they would know to answer me, if not call me back.
I hung up with a distracted sigh, before I slid off of our bed and back into the main part of the house.
Author's notes:
YAY!!
-Sarra dances all over the place-
HURAY!
I was so excited. I think I know where this story is going now, really I do. I know there might be a few mad fans though, and I ask you allow me to do it my own way.
Anywho. Ah I know that someone's going to go off on me about the near sex Bella and Edward almost had.
Would-a Could-a Should-a.
Not going to happen right now.
I have my reasons, you'll see soon why.
Right now we'll go with his breath smelled like blood and she didn't want to kiss that.
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