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I got a request for Bella's POV. Since I was already almost complete with chapter I just cut it off half way, one half Edward and one half Bella. This chapter is when he kidnaps Bella and bites her. Yes it's going fast but that's because the story is more based around when she is a vampire and the Cullen's are after other vamps. So yeah. Reviews are unnecessary but nice.


The Bleeding

EPOV

I watched the duo in front of me with vigor. My mouth was watering like Niagara Falls from that girl. I felt the hunger rising in me but I wasn't sure which hunger it was. Oh hell, I don't care which hunger it is! I just want this girl. My fiery eyes snapped to the bastard beside her with a flash of anger. He was eye fucking her and practically drooling with lust. He looked like a golden retriever following her around and it pissed me off. His mind was a flurry of fantasies about wooing and screwing the girl. It caused a hiss to escape my throat and my eyes to fade to an onyx color. Oh, this little boy will die slowly and suffer immensely. The thought brought a deranged chuckle from me as I continued to study the pair. I was practically hanging on to the damn wall to keep from springing at them.

The girl was clearly uninterested in whatever he was saying and trying to get away from him. She sighed in irritation and twisted to look at him. I tuned into the conversation in interest to her sudden anger.

"Oh come on Bella, please?!"

The soon-to-be-dead boy was speaking. Bella, her name was Bella? Well it fit just perfectly. She sighed again in irritation before snapping back at him.

"I said no Mike! Now leave me the fuck alone or I swear I will beat you to death."

Her threat caused me to laugh again. "Mike" looked positively crestfallen at her response. I just smirked to myself and continued to watch in amusement. He perked up again, bouncing right back. What the hell does this kid not get about "No"? Or "Beat you to death"? I think he was dropped on his head one too many times as an infant. That'd explain his face.

Mike, his name held an acrid tinge in my mind, sprinted to catch up to Bella. He jumped in front of her with a large, shit-eating grin. I sneered and dark eyes narrowed to slits as he spoke to my Bella. Yes, I said my Bella. She is mine.

"Well how about next Friday? Do you want to go to the movies or something?"

She scowled and growled, which was so hilarious, at him. If looks could kill, the kid would be dead tenfold. I figured this is good as any time to approach my Bella. I slid away from the building and stalked up to them. Bella had her back to me and I got a clear view of the front of "Mike". I realized my shirt had been torn open when I killed the girl in the alley, the blood smeared across my chest and abs. I can say I looked like a fucking monster. Hence the nickname.

My eyes had faded to black, a demonic grin on my lips, and my body covered in blood. My gait was smooth, sinuous. To an outside viewer, it would bringing up thoughts of a panther stalking its prey. As I edged closer, Mike's eyes finally caught site of my moving figure. Once he examined my appearance, his eyes grew wide and mouth popped open in shock and horror. His mind was nothing but a mess of fear, vampires, and my appearance. I widened my lunatic smile to reveal more of my teeth. That just caused him to shake in fear and I laughed maliciously at that. Always fun.

My Bella seen Mikes expression and then heard my laugh and stiffened instinctively. I stopped a few feet behind the pair, locking my eyes with the boy's before I spoke. My voice was dripping with malignance and sardonic amusement.

"Did you not hear her the first time, Mike? She clearly said no. Now if she doesn't beat you to death first then I will."

My grin grew haughty as I finished speaking, a snarl escaping my lips as a warning to him. His heart rate grew faster and I took one step toward him. He squeaked before turning and running as fast as his legs could carry him. I snorted at the bitch. Yeah, leave the girl you want with a bloody vampire. Smart. Jackass.

Bella glared at him before yelling at his retreating figure.

"You fucking pussy! I am so kicking your ass for this!"

She 'hmph'ed before spinning around to look at me. I looked her over quickly. She was wearing jean shorts and a midnight blue tank top that stopped just above the naval and clung to every curve amazingly. I could feel my lust for her body winning over the lust for her blood. I growled quietly before looking up at her eyes to find her looking me over as well. I could see the lust in her eyes as well as anger but not a hint of fear. She finally looked up at my dark eyes, unabashed that I caught her looking me over.

We locked eyes forcefully, neither daring to break contact. To say I wasn't impressed by the amount of spite in her voice would be a God damned lie.

"Oh why thank you oh so very much for saving me from the likes of him. I don't know if I would have survived without your help."

She rolled her eyes and the sarcasm just dripped from her voice. Honestly, I couldn't help the smirk that danced on my lips at her. She spoke again, her tone now harsh. This is the first human I've met that's got the balls to talk shit to a vampire. Especially a Cullen.

"What the hell do you want?"

I must say, I am very amused with this one. Normally, if anyone else spoke to me like this, I would have knocked the shit out of them. No, not her. I find it sexy as hell.

"Hmm...What the hell do I want? Well for one I want some blood. For two I want some ass and for three..."

I stopped there as if to think. She just looked at me in amusement, lust and anger.

"For three I want you."

My voice came out heavy and dark. Obsidian eyes probed hers for any sign of fear. Instead, I seen a flicker of humor but it was extinguished and replaced with sarcasm, just like her words.

"Oh really now? You want me? So is Mr. Big Bad Vampire gonna get me? I'm fucking quivering here."

She put on the fakest scared look I have ever seen, only to wipe it away with a sardonic look, her hands on her hips were just mocking me. Yes, I am definitely getting her.

I crouched slightly and stalked closer to her. My tongue wiped across my lips in anticipation as I reduced the space between us. She cocked a brow and didn't move back an inch. I grinned crookedly as I slunk forward. As I spoke again, my voice dripped with sinister intentions.

"Yes bitch, I'm going to take you. Whether you want to or not, you are mine. Now you can come willingly or not. Either way you are coming."

My grin turned to a cocky smirk as I moved all the closer. Now, I was less than a few yards from her. Her eyes flickered for a moment and her arms crossed over her chest. She cocked a brow and the look in her eyes was challenging me, just daring me to get her. Oh, I will.

"I haven't screamed and run away, have I?"

The smirk on her face was still twisted into a mocking look. A snarl ripped past my lips and I lunged.

My arms wrapped around her back and legs. I swept her up and clamped her close to my chest, bridal style. She yelped at the sudden motion and her heart raced but I couldn't smell the tell-tale pheromones of fear. What is she, fearless? I snorted at the notion and ran straight toward an abandoned house. Okay, it wasn't quite abandoned but it will be in a few minutes.

I stopped at the door and kicked it in with a loud bang. Screams resonated from inside at the sudden intrusion. There was no reason for me to repress the virulent simper pulling on my lips. I strolled in and set Bella down on the couch, giving her a look that just dared her to move. She just rolled her eyes and crossed one leg over to other. I turned and went into the kitchen where a small family was gathered. There stood a son around the age of fourteen or so, a father who wasn't too old but not exactly young. Maybe late thirties, early forties. Then there was the mother, she was fairly young around thirty or so. She wasn't too bad-looking, I guess. There was also a dog that gave a weak bark and backed up to a corner, whimpering. Nice guard dog.

I was still growling as I walked over to it. Crouching down in front of it, I bared my teeth. A hiss worked its way from my larynx. It whimpered and curled up tighter at the savage approach. Yeah, real fucking amazing pet here. I growled and grabbed it by the throat. Picking it up and holding it, I turned to the family. The mother was in hysterics, the son was trying to hold back his tears but that didn't go too well. The father was glaring at me cooly, but I could see the fear just gleaming in his eyes. The dog squirmed in my hands and let out a meek whimper. I looked directly at the little boy and closed my hand tighter, the dog's neck snapping audibly and its movements ceased. I grinned wickedly and dropped the carcass with a thud. The boy then burst out crying and the mother wailed pitifully. The father was shaking, trying to withhold tears to appear strong for his family. Well, he was doing better than his son and wife.

Looking at the father, I knew I wanted to see him begging and breaking. I bared my teeth before sauntering over to his wife. He was watching me with fear and anger, the son was shaking with sobs and the mother, well she was just watching me with such wide eyes I thought they'd fall out. Ha, imagine the site. I stopped less than a foot from her and smirked viciously. She was gasping now. I couldn't help but laugh. My words were smooth and deadly as I spoke to her, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I'm going to ravage you, whore, and I'll only stop if I hear what I want to hear from who I want to hear. Got it?"

She just whimpered and sobbed even more. I heard the son, who I came to know as Zack from their thoughts, sob more. Her husband, Luke, took a sharp breath. From his mind I learned that her name was Katie.

I grabbed her by the front of her blouse and yanked her to me roughly. She yelped as she hit my stone hard, ice-cold chest. I just sneered at her and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back for better access. She cried louder, tears streaming down her face and I snarled at her.

"Shut the hell up and open your fucking mouth."

She silenced her noises and tentatively opened her mouth a little. I rolled my eyes and crushed my mouth to hers, forcing her mouth to open wider and I shoved my tongue into hers. She whimpered and was beginning to remind me of the damn dog. I pressed harder against her, my hands pulling her hair more. Tears streamed down her face like a fucking waterfall.

I heard the father begin pleading with me to leave her alone and I could hear the panic screaming in his mind. I just went harder on her, forcing her mouth wider than it could go. It began to crack as her bones were pushed to lengths they couldn't move. She began screaming into my mouth and I just grabbed her tongue between my teeth, biting hard and feeling the blood rush into my mouth as part of her tongue was separated from the rest. Turning my head, I spit the piece at the father's feet with a maniacal grin, the blood smeared across my lips. He looked in horror at his wife and her tongue before breaking down. I heard the son bawling and whining, then I heard him plead.

"Please, leave my mom alone!"

I looked at him before looking to his mother and sneered before pushing her away from me forcefully. She flew into the wall with a resounding 'thump'. I spun on my heel to face Zack. Then, I walked smoothly over to him. He began to tremble at my predatory approach.

I seen his father begin to move to him and I just hissed, stopping the father dead in his tracks. Once in front of the boy, I dropped down to his level and locked eyes with him. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. I wiped my hand over my mouth and flicked the blood on to his face, causing him to flinch and sob once more. I just spoke as nonchalant as ever.

"Come on Zack, why'd you tell me to stop? You don't like seeing mommy getting hurt? I bet that got you mad, what I did, didn't it? Bit her tongue right off and cracked her jaw. Did that get you angry? Don't you just want to hit me? Come on, hit me, right here in the face. I won't hit you back. I promise..."

I grinned evilly at him and seen him shake even more. I had my face turned slightly to him to give him access to my cheek. He just stood there petrified. That's when I heard a set of footsteps coming from the living room.


BPOV

Okay, so here is how my day has gone so far. Woke up, went to the bathroom, got dressed, ate, listened to music, went out, got hit on by the annoying bastard Mike, aka Pussy Deprived, got kidnapped by a sexy, yet clearly deranged vampire, and now I'm sitting in some strangers' house while he has all the fun. What the hell is with that? You know what? Screw that, I want in on the fun! I grinned a grin that the Cheshire cat would envy. Uncrossing my legs I stood gracefully. Yeah, I used to be clumsy as hell but once I hit puberty, I no longer tripped over invisible cracks. Yay for puberty! I smoothed myself out before striding over to the kitchen where all the noise was coming from.

I got there in time to watch what the vampire was doing. Hmm, I don't even know his name. Lovely. Anyways, I leaned against the wall and watched as he tossed the bitch into the wall and antagonized the boy. It was amusing and all but I wanted to play too.

Pushing off the wall, I walked into the kitchen and stopped at the counter. I purposely avoided looking at the occupants of the room. Eyeing the knife rack, I pulled a thin, long and really sharp blade out of its holder and twisted it in my hand, playing with the blade. A smirk rose on my lips as I looked at the reflections. Everyone was staring at me. A heavy silence hung in the air. Well isn't this awkward?

So, to break the silence, I hummed to myself. The vampire rose and strode over to me noiselessly and gracefully as ever. I watched his gait out of the blade, still twisting it. You could see the feral stalk in his movements. It was pretty damn provocative to me. For the time being, I will refer to him as Predator. So, Predator stopped right next to me and eyed me with those smoldering black eyes. I bet he didn't realize how erotic he looked to me right now. I didn't bother looking back because I could just sense him next to me. He seen the blade and was about to speak but I cut him off before he got to.

"Why do you get to have all the fun?"

He looked at me questioningly before looking at the blade. I explained smoothly, sounding as innocent as possible.

"I mean, I'm sitting in the living bored as hell while you're in here having all the fun. Maybe I wanted to join in, did you think of that?"

He just looked at me. I could see the lust rising and he cocked a brow. I finally turned my head and looked at him full on instead of out of the corner of my eye or in the blade's reflection. He had the crooked grin on and I just wanted to jump him right here.

"Oh my apologies Bella, would you like to join me in the fun?"

His voice was smooth as silk, hypnotic. There was the ever-present threatening note within it. I just grinned back before speaking, mischief lacing every syllable.

"I would love to..."

Insert name here time. He noticed his mistake and quickly corrected it. Good boy, he catches on quick.

"Edward."

I rolled it over in my mind before letting it slipped past my lips, still toying with the knife.

"Edward."

I nodded and turned to look at the family.

Fear and shock covered their features. Fear of Edward and shock, I'm pretty sure, because I was with him. I just grinned at them with my Cheshire grin. Still holding the blade, I turned as if to put it back but quickly spun back around, even surprising Edward, the motherfucking vampire. With deadly accuracy, I threw the sharp blade and watched in satisfaction as it flipped in the air and did a beeline straight to my target. It made its home in the leg of the son. Zack, I think I head Edward call him. How'd he know? Does he know them somehow? Why the hell do I care?

The boy shrieked in pain and the parents ran to him as if their lives depended on it. They nearly fucking tripped over themselves. Nice. Not really. I grinned with pride and seen Edward looking at me but ignored it. He did laugh though, so I suppose he liked it. Good, cus I really don't give a damn if he didn't. It is nice that he did though. I strolled over to the boy who was crumbled on the floor sobbing and clutching his leg. Smirking I bent down and went to grab the knife's handle only to feel a set of hands pushing me away. I was knocked sideways into the counter. There was a pulsating sting emanating from my lip. Licking it, I could immediately taste the blood and feel the wound. My eyes widened fractionally from the shock before they narrowed and my anger grew monumentally. Oh hell fucking no!

A pair of cold hands lifted me to my feet swiftly. I seen Edward looking at me with ravenous black eyes. His gaze fixated on the blood. Then, he tentatively leaned forward and licked some blood from the cut. I'd be lying like a whore if I said it didn't turn me on. He closed his eyes and growled at the taste. Well, isn't that reassuring?

I heard another sob and whipped around swiftly to look at the family. The mother was crying for her son but seething at me. Just like that my anger returned. That bitch is going down. Edward snapped out of his little phase and snarled at her before stalking closer and speaking venomously. She cowered and shook in response.

"Wrong fucking move, bitch."

I stepped forward, placing my hand on his chest. Mmm, his chest felt nice. I spoke as well, my voice just as deadly.

"Don't worry, I got this cum stain."

I snarled and thought it was pretty good for a human. Then, I walked over to her, slamming my hands to her and pushing her back just like she did to me. She stumbled and almost fell. Not yet. I shoved her again and she slammed into the wall. I closed the gap and clamped a hand around her throat. She gagged and grabbed my hand to pull it off. Not happening babe. My hand clenched into a fist and I swung it back, swinging to make a nice right hook before slamming my hand into her face. She shrieked and I felt her already damaged jaw grow in worse shape. She flew out of my grasp and to the floor.

Before she could get up, I jumped on her, my knees on either side of her, and kept her snug on the ground. I grabbed her by the jaw and snapped my hand back just to send another punch into her face. Her nose made a nice crunching nose and collapsed beneath my fist. Blood spurted out from he break and on to her face and my fist. That didn't stop my assault. I kept the punches going and furthering her damage. My knuckles wore sore and bruised but she was in much worse condition. She wasn't near being unconscious yet, and nowhere near dead, which I was aiming for. I never miss my target.

I got up and grabbed a candle holder off the table, only to go back onto the wife. I swung it back and smacked it into her face. She screamed and I heard the yells from the others as well. I just cackled menacingly before continuing on. I swung it again and again. The mother's protest were growing weaker before they stopped completely. She might be unconscious. The candle holder kept smacking into her face with all my strength before I was sure she was dead. Her face was nothing that would be recognized as human. The blood leaked from every possible spot on her face.

I just grinned and stood up, the bloody weapon dropping to the ground and making a clattering sound as I looked at the deceased body of the woman. I just spit on the corpse before spinning around, blood splattered on my clothing and body. There was no doubt that I looked a tad deranged. My chocolate eyes drifted to Edward and my tongue ran across my lips, licking the blood from my lips. A hum of satisfaction came from my throat. Edward's eyes clouded with lust and I thought his jaw dropped a bit. Good. I could practically see his dick getting hard.

My gaze turned to the other two. The husband was sobbing and the boy, hell, he looked like he wanted to die already. I walked over to the little boy and gripped the handle of the blade, twisted it, and ripped it out of his leg. He, of course, screamed in agony. Ahh, music to my ears. Then, I caught the sound of Edward's demonic laughter. I grabbed the boy by his shirt and yanked him from his father, who was about the act but was cut off by Edward. I just grinned mockingly at the father. His eyes widened and he thrashed against Edward who just pinned him to the wall and forced him to watch what I was doing as well as watching me himself.

Throwing the boy to the ground, I proceeded to walk back to the knives. The bloody blade was still in my hand as I grabbed a bunch of various knives. They all were different in shape and size but were all lethal and sharp. Perfect. I turned back around and walked back to the boy shaking on the ground as if walking to the store. I kneeled down beside him and ran a hand through his hair before leaning to his ear to whisper.

"This may hurt just a little."

Seizing the chance, I ran my tongue over his cheek, earning a growl from Edward. With that I took a knife and slammed it into his hand. It went through like butter. He screamed and I laughed, per usual. I took another and did it to the other hand. The father was screaming fully now and was trying with all his might to get to his son. Edward just held him and watched with a sick grin. I grabbed another blade, careful of the main artery and pressed it into his thigh until it reached the hilt. I did the same to the other leg. The boy was growing weaker and ready to pass out from loss of blood. He wouldn't wake up again. Better make this damn good then.

I cut open his green t-shirt and looked him over swiftly. Nothing amazing at all. I have seen better. Hint hint, Edward. Taking the last knife I dug it into his chest and carved. It was sloppy but legible. S W A N. My last name. It was pretty ironic too, Swans are beautiful but deadly. Yes, swans are deadly. Google it, bitch. He still managed to shriek, even though he was so close to dying and it irritated the hell out of me. I gave one last look at him before plunging the last blade into his throat and slicing sideways, cutting left and right. He died almost instantly.

I got up in time to see the father wail and collapse against Edward's hands. He just let him drop and shrivel into a ball of tears and sobs. I rolled my eyes and stepped closer, waiting to see if he'd finish him off.

"Let's keep him alive. I have plans for him."

I just grinned and nodded before backing up to lean against the wall.

"That was the most fun I've ever had."

He smirked at me before speaking back.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

I just raised a brow before giggling and edged closer to him.

"I'm glad you liked the show."

Leaning up to him, I grabbed his shirt in my hands and skimmed my nose from his jaw line to his ear, my tongue flicking out to touch his frigid skin. He moaned with a shudder and grabbed me by the hips, pushing me hard against the wall. He pressed forward and I could feel his hard-on pushing against me. Edward leaned down and pushed his lips onto mine forcefully. My tongue ran across his bottom lip before his could. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and, as you could probably guess, we all but shoved our tongues down each other's throats. I must say, he does taste amazing.

I skimmed my teeth over his tongue before he pulled it back and took my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it. I groaned and I felt him grin against my lips. Son of a bitch. He ground his hips against mine. Without a thought, my legs wrapped around his waist. My hips gyrated around, rubbing his erection and I felt a growl rise in his throat. My turn to grin. As if on their own accord, my hands tangled into his sexy bronze hair. His hands left my waist, one squeezing my ass and the other kneading my breast.

A moan left my throat and my hands roamed down to his chest, feeling his muscles twitch at the contact. He was practically panting from the friction I was creating between us. His hand left my breast and roamed under my shirt. The arctic touch sent a chill up my spine but not from the temperature. My hand reached the edge of his pants and my fingers played with the edge. They couldn't go far because I was in the way. I then felt his hand running to the back of my shirt, ready to pretty much rip it all off when a sob interrupted us. I ground my teeth as that ruined the mood. My legs dropped down as Edward let his head fall in frustration. Damn it, I was looking for some hot vampire sex.

A glare was aimed at the husband who interrupted us. He was still in a heap on the floor. Probably didn't like the idea of his family being murdered in front of him and then the two criminals fucking right next to him around the bodies. I rolled my eyes and Edward snarled before stalking over, ripping him up by the back of the neck and literally dragging him to a closet. He swiftly inspected it and threw him in before locking it. Nothing to commit suicide with, I suppose. Edward turned back around and strolled over to me, observing my bloody body and thinking of something. Without a word he grabbed me by the waist and trailed his lips from the corner of my lips to my throat, his tongue running across it and I leaned my neck further for better access. I felt a pinch as his teeth pierced my skin and felt the blood leave the wound. He pulled back and the sight of my blood on his lips was glorious. I reached up and ran my tongue over his lips, tasting it. Then the pain began...