Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of its characters. But I do own my brand of Darkward. S. Meyer owns everything that's Twilight.
NOTE: Song for the chapter: Night on the Bald Mountain (Fantasia) -
The Disney version: .com/watch?v=Txo06c1k9sk
The Original Mussorgsky version: .com/watch?v=iCEDfZgDPS8
Take your pick. (I personally prefer the original version.)
WARNING: some violence and graphic sexual situations ahead. Not gore, though.
He buried his face in the curve of my neck as the song ended, and my nerves lurched with fear. The clamor of claps made me jump. He moved away then, motioning for me to stand up. He waved at the crowd like some Hollywood star while I stood beside him, too wound up to make any gesture.
His hands slipped up to hold my bare shoulders as he moved me off the dance floor and back to the corner lounge of the club. Several thumbs up and waves came my way, and I returned them lackadaisically. My mind was elsewhere.
"I told you I'm a good dancer, see the response?" Edward stated with a lopsided grin.
He rubbed his cold hands up and down my shoulders, and I flinched. I guess he wanted some kind of response from me, so I nodded.
"You need to relax," he commented as we sat down. Yes, this I could do, relax when a vampire was sitting beside me, stroking my arms as if I was some prized game.
I closed my eyes and thought about the time that was wasted. I needed something positive to fill my brain, since I was pretty sure that I was still on the menu for tonight. Despite all the teasing, I didn't dream that he would let me go.
Just like earlier, Edward disappeared and then returned with a glass. This time, the glass contained a martini.
"I don't know much about these, but this one seems quite popular," he said, offering it to me.
"I don't want it." I tried to push his hand away, unsuccessfully.
"It will soothe you," he murmured next to me, pulling me closer.
"Is that a ritual for all your victims?" I asked agitatedly, "Get them numb with alcohol before you…"
"No," he replied. I could see he was fighting a smile.
"So is it about the alcohol mixing in blood and getting you high as a result?"
He laughed then, as though I had cracked the grandest vampire joke of all time. "No," he managed, after his bout of mirth was over. "Your blood alone is enough to make me high. You don't know how difficult it used to be to control myself around you."
"Why-why are you so fixated on me? Why not someone else for a prey?" I dared to ask, unable to contain myself.
"I already told you how sweet you smell to me, Bella," he replied, taking my hand and wrapping my fingers around the stem of the glass. "Besides, I had chosen you as my prey, and they took away my prey, those dogs. I've never been threatened away from my prey. No one dared to."
"So that's what I am for you, a challenge. You're only after me because you couldn't stomach your defeat to the wolves. You want to prove a point."
"You're very sharp."
His eyes grew darker then, and I decided to take a swig. One martini won't make a difference. I didn't want to see that look in his eyes, the one of hunger. The topic of my blood wasn't a good direction for a conversation.
As I gulped the martini, I felt him sniffing my hair. I cringed reflexively, almost choking on my drink.
"You smell even better when you're turned on…" His hand slipped under my arm and stroked the side of my breast.
"Doesn't give you the right to grope me," I muttered, once again feeling my body reacting to his slightest touch.
He chuckled and removed his hand, while I stared at him irately. "Easy, kitten, the anger won't help you."
I hated the sobriquets he kept giving me. Motherfucker. "I don't want to drink more," I said, shoving the martini back at him. He didn't take it, and I briefly considered pouring it all over his pristine black jacket, by mistake of course.
"Might as well get drunk the last time, eh?" He gave me one of his crooked diabolical grins again, and I shrunk back into the lounge. I drank the whole of my drink and then put the glass down.
"I need to go the washroom," I said, trying to even out my voice. I didn't want him to know that I was lying. Since I was afraid anyway, I chose this moment to slip this request. He wouldn't know the difference in my heartbeat, if that's what he depended on.
"And if I don't let you go?" he asked, trapping my right arm in a vice-like grip.
I felt my heart hitch and flutter. "Please, Edward, I need to. It's not like you can't catch me if you choose to. Let me…" I added a fair doze of pleading damsel tone in my voice, and I used his name to address him on purpose. Personalizing this request seemed a fair try.
"Fine." He released me, his eyes carefully scanning my face as I got up. "Don't be too long, or I'll crash right in."
I nodded meekly and slipped away. Acting fast was the key. Even though I hadn't thought out this plan clearly, I was banking on certain things. Vampires depended heavily on their olfactory senses, as Jacob had told me. I planned to run out of here and mingle with a huge procession of a crowd down the street.
There'd be enough people to mix and dilute my scent. The trails of my scent might confuse him then. I'd catch a cab then, call Jacob and head for the highway. He could meet me there.
Hence, keeping all these things in mind, I dashed for the fire exit near the washroom. Edward would detect my escape soon, but I was hoping to be down the street by that time.
The atmosphere outside the club was as I had expected: bustling with energy, people loitering around in their various costumes. I knew there was going to be a procession of sorts around these parts, so I decided to join them.
I ran across the street towards the crowd. It was my only chance at survival, considering that he wouldn't attack me in a crowded place. He didn't need to cause such a gory mess when he could have me alone, away from all suspicious eyes.
I shuddered. Even my thoughts were turning morbid and hopeless, and I couldn't let that happen. I hurried towards a group wearing red to camouflage myself. We walked together for about two blocks and then turned for the main street.
On the main street, a big screen had been installed on one of the department store fronts. It was currently playing Disney's Fantasia—Night on the bald mountain. As a child, I had always been scared of this short film. And it wasn't the morbid imagery that made me cower behind the furniture, it was the music. Mussorgsky did a fine job of spooks.
I crisscrossed along the pavement, looking frantically around myself to check if he was coming for me. I needed to get hold of a cab right away. Panic surged inside me again, and the blaring music from the huge screen played like a theme song for me at this moment.
As I increased my speed, my head began to spin. It seemed like the martini had more vodka than I had anticipated, courtesy of the bastard who was probably chasing me right now.
I wasn't sure where to go, but I had to try to evade him until I spotted a cab. Where the fuck were all the cabs when I needed them? Thankfully, I was still in a crowded area. That was my only chance at survival.
And then, as if fate was a co-conspirator with my pursuer, the heel of my shoe got stuck in a crack between the pavement tiles. My ankle almost twisted, but I righted myself just in time. Taking my shoes off would've taken longer, so I bent down and pulled at my shoe, dislodging the heel from the nasty crevice.
By the time I managed to stand straight again; my cover of red was gone.
"Crap," I muttered, my eyes darting to all sides again. A cab was parked a few paces down the road, so without wasting another second, I made a dash for it.
Suddenly, all air left my lungs as I was pulled into an alley, mere feet away from the cab. I tried to scream, but it died out with the swishing air around me. Everything was a blur, and I knew why.
As suddenly as it began, the swishing and blurring stopped, and I found myself in a deserted looking parking lot. Abruptly, I was thrown against a wire mesh fence, and I held onto the interlocked metal to keep myself from toppling. That's when he pressed against me and pinned me to the barricade. The metal wires swung and grated with our combined weight.
"Why must you keep on tormenting me?" he murmured against my face, his cool breath contrasting the beads of sweat on my forehead. "I think we're past these games of hide and seek now."
"Ever heard of introspection, Edward?" I whispered back, gritting my teeth for whatever was to come.
"I choose to ignore your pesky question, kitten."
"Why wouldn't you choose to ignore me as well?" I glared at him. He was breathing hard, and so was I.
"I can't," he muttered after a long pause.
"Do you even realize how pathetic it sounds?" I needed to keep him talking.
He barked a laugh at me, sending more of his frigid breath my way. I hated to admit that he smelled good, considering he was going to murder me soon.
His dead weight pinned me further into the wire mesh, making me groan. I couldn't breathe, being squished like a damned jelly. I let go of the wires and pushed against his chest. When he didn't let up, I took my chance at kneeing him.
He grabbed my knee and pushed my legs apart, stepping between them. That blocked any which way I could have attacked his family jewels. I growled in frustration, cursing his super vampire strength.
"Feisty kitten you are," he mocked me, tugging at my hair and forcing me to look at his pathetically perfect face.
His eyes were black, and that was enough to renew my struggle for life. He grabbed my waist and stilled my frantic bucking and twisting.
"Hush, kitten, the more you struggle, the worse it'll be," he cooed, smiling all evilly at my trapped form. I could still hear Fantasia playing a few blocks away, and I swore I saw Chernabog himself, grinning at me conceitedly. There was no difference between the demon and my captor. Both were thoroughly evil.
"Please, Edward, please…" I was on the verge of breaking down. I let out a silent prayer, hoping against hope that something would change in my favor. That's when I felt a faint stirring around my lower abdomen.
Was he, was he… getting a hard-on? The wheels in my head turned.
I renewed my bucking, careful to rub against him in the process. I heard him utter a hissing noise, and I knew I was on the right track.
"Edward," I spoke his name as a prayer, and locked my eyes with his, "please don't do this. I won't say a word of any of this to anyone, please let me live…"
He stared at me for a while, and I licked my lips for the added effect. His gaze immediately zeroed in on my mouth, and I briefly wondered if perhaps I could get away by dry humping a vampire.
His expression changed then, and the satanic smirk returned. "Your pleading has a nice ring to it." He leered, as his hand came up to cup my neck possessively. "But you can't expect me to let you go just like that, when I've planned all of this so meticulously. I'd be a fool to give up on you."
God, I hated him so much in that moment, I decided to let out all my pent up rage then. "You fucking leech, you'll get your due one day. Filthy motherfucker—"
"Hush!" he exhaled shakily, blowing his sweet breath right into my face. "You can keep the obscenities for later, kitten."
"The dead don't speak," I shot back.
"Ha ha! Very witty, now shut the hell up. Or do you want to give a show to the passers by?"
"I don't. Fucking. Care!" I growled at him like a cornered beast. I was done with the pleading. I wasn't going down without giving him a piece of my mind.
"I'll make you own up to that," he rasped, plunging straight towards my neck. "Feel free to flutter as much as you like."
I stilled and closed my eyes then, not wanting to give him the morbid pleasure of my struggles. His lips skimmed across my bare shoulders and collarbone, all cold and eager to suck me dry. I felt him untie my halter; it certainly gave him a better access to my jugular. My hands trembled as I grabbed the barricade wires, waiting for the painful strike of his teeth.
But the pain never came…
Instead, I felt his fingers slide behind my neck and tilt my head sideways, the same time I felt his lips against mine. My breath came out in short spurts as I realized what was happening. It was so unexpected; I didn't know what else to do.
"Delishhhh," he hummed into my mouth. "Mmmhh want more…" His unyielding mouth nudged mine open; I inhaled a good load of his sweet breath as his whole body vibrated against mine. My brain stopped functioning.
His hands slipped down and gripped my ass, pushing me up against his hard form. We both groaned as my crotch connected with the length of his cock.
He broke the kiss and threw his head back, hissing and muttering God knows what. His face was a picture of pleasure. My mind reeled, and yet, I felt bold enough to reach out and plant a kiss on his bobbing Adam's apple.
"Fuck, Bella, fuck fuck fuck!" he roared and rubbed himself against me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my body closer to him. I was on a cloud of lust, and I no longer cared if he was a vampire, or a hobbit, or an ogre for that matter. The sudden rush, the realization that he wanted me as a woman and not as food, the feeling of emancipation rode over my better judgment.
I grabbed his neck and sucked on his throat like my life depended on it. His skin was sweet like candy, with honey and vanilla fillings. Too soon, he pushed me away.
Before I could begin to complain, he moved down and kissed between my breasts. That's when I realized he had pulled my bodice down. His hands roughly grabbed at my exposed flesh, and the cold against the warm was shocking.
"Edward ugh… fucking cold, goddamnit!" I yelped, pulling at his hair as he gave me butterfly kisses on my jaw. His hands didn't cease their play with my body. I arched into his touch; the rough and uncaring attitude only arousing me further.
"Shit—Oh!" I cried out as his mouth converged on my nipples, switching between tweaking them and soothing them with his cold tongue. His teeth scared me, though, lest they decided to sink into my sensitive flesh. I could feel them graze my skin as he sucked and teased my perked-up flesh.
Without warning, he pulled back, and I just about managed to hang on to the barricade. My butt would've surely hurt if I'd fallen straight off.
I looked up at him with questioning eyes, worried if he'd changed his mind. His eyes looked crazed as he stared at my exposed chest. I felt strangely self-conscious under the heat of his burning gaze. He licked his lips and closed his eyes while I tried to make up for my lost breaths.
And then he made me jump as he dropped to his knees. I would've yelled at any other man for keeping me on my toes like this, but he wasn't just any other man, he was something else. I stared in puzzlement as he pulled me close and buried his face between my legs. My non-functioning brain couldn't understand.
"Ugh, Edward, wha…" I trailed off as I realized that he was inhaling my arousal. Holy kinky vampire, Batman!
"Hold on to the fence," he ordered me roughly. That's when some part of my brain came back to its senses for a bit.
"I don't think this is a good idea," I countered, only now realizing that I had just made out and almost fucked a vampire. Way to go, Bella, you are now officially eligible for a padded room, I scolded myself.
"Do as I say," he ordered, his voice too calm for my comfort. My legs trembled. "I won't let you fall."
"No," I whispered, holding on to his shoulders, "this is wrong, all wrong and twisted. I don't know… I don't want to want you… this isn't good. How can I even think about this?" Even I didn't understand what I meant.
He glared at me, the heat in his eyes enough to incinerate any cautioning instinct within me. I honestly didn't remember my argument against wanting him anymore. I drew a blank.
"Really?" he stood up, his nostrils flaring. The rough texture of his jacket rubbed against my nipples as it connected with my bare breasts, sending shockwaves throughout my body.
I nodded, but the argument was already lost on me.
"Don't you like this?" he asked, sliding his hand up my dress and rubbing me through my boy shorts. "Tell me stop and I will."
I bit my lip and leaned against the wire fence, fighting off a moan that threatened to break through my lips. Our eyes locked, and I knew in that instant that I won't stop him. At all.
He slipped his hand inside the waistband and caressed me in slow, lazy strokes. "Your pussy is begging to be fucked, it certainly knows what it wants… better than you."
My breathing became all crazy as his fingers increased the teasing. When two of them pushed inside me, I caved in.
"God, Edward… yes, I want you. Just stop babbling and get to work," I grunted as I started humping his fingers, "Oh… gonna fuck a vampire!" My incoherency reached new levels, in sync with my pleasure. His cold fingers felt strange down there, in a good way, of course.
"Shh, you don't want to attract attention, especially when this vampire fucks you.″ He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then yanked my boy shorts down.
I shrieked at his sudden vampiric movements as he dropped down once again. The shriek turned into a long drawn moan when I felt his tongue slip inside me.
He hauled my legs up over his shoulders and pulled me closer while I hung on to the wire mesh. His fingers returned to worked alongside his mouth. I felt like I was being levitated.
He was going down on me in a deserted parking lot, and I knew it was risky. At any moment, someone could see us. I felt so exposed, and yet, it generated a certain thrill inside me. Now I knew why exhibitionists did what they did.
"Do you—fuck!" I muttered disjointedly, because I felt his tongue dig deeper into my heated flesh. "Have… D'you vamps have—oh—a pre—prehensile tongue?"
He chuckled, and it vibrated right inside me. That did it; I rambled away nonsense as I came, riding on the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. His mouth didn't leave me any sooner, he just sucked and sucked till I saw black spots marring my vision.
I didn't know what happened then, because the black spots clogged everything else.
I came back to my senses when I felt something cold and wet and tingly on my nipples. Opening my eyes served no good at first, because all I saw was black. But then I saw a faint ghostly light above me, which turned out to be the moon as it slipped out from behind the clouds.
The moonlight illuminated everything then, and I saw the pale figure that loomed above me. I stared at Edward as he fondled my breasts. His blue button down shirt and black jacket were gone now, revealing his fine musculature to me.
His eyes settled on mine then, as he slid up to eclipse my form against the moon. "Your pussy makes for a great dessert," he murmured, "I'd have gone on and on if you hadn't fainted."
I nodded like a dope, and he grinned at me. "I'm glad that I didn't kill you the first time, you've grown better than before, in more ways that I had thought of. I'll savor all of it now."
He touched me between my legs again, and I squirmed against him. His lower torso brushed against mine, and I realized that we both were bare down there. "Sounds very creepy…" I sighed.
"Get used to it," he grunted, shifting his weight above me, "because I'm not done with you yet." I felt him then, all hard and ready as he settled against me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized I was going to have sex in a goddamn forest, but surprisingly, it didn't bother me much.
I puffed out loud breaths as he pushed in, slow and teasing. He was cold alright, but not as much as I had thought he'd be. My nails tried to dig into his shoulder blades, but he was unyielding, so I settled for hanging onto his neck.
And then he thrust into me hard and fast, pushing all of him inside in one move.
"Fuck, asshole!" I groaned aloud, in a mix of pleasure and pain.
He sneered at me, grabbing my jaw as he moved inside me. "Do I fill all of you, Bella?" he rasped into my face, earning a frantic nod from me. "How does it feel? Tell me, talk to me, lest I fly off…"
"Fuckawesome—ugh…Edward, can't talk," I mumbled, closing my eyes to the feel of his skin against mine, his hardness within me.
"Did anyone make you feel like this before?"
What was with him? I couldn't think straight, and he was going all twenty questions on me.
"Answer me! Talk to me!" He growled, and I felt him retreating. I tried to pull him back, but my strength was no match for him.
"Edward, please," I whimpered, fastening onto him. "No, no I haven't felt anything like this before. I want more… so shut up already." My rambling gave him a pause, and I tried once more to pull him to me.
"Did anyone come close to this? Did that mongrel ever make you feel this good?"
"Wha-what?" I couldn't fathom what he was on about, and I honestly didn't want to think about it. I wanted to experience unhindered sexual high.
"Did that dog ever meet your needs? Did you ever beg Jacob to fuck you?"
My body froze, as did my mind, but he kept going.
"It's good that he's not with you anymore, or else—"
"What the fuck, Edward?" I glowered at him, the feeling of bliss lost all at once.
He stilled within me, but made no move to remove himself. "I meant what I said, Bella. I know you were with that dog, and all because I left you in the clearing that day. Had I known…"
He looked so mad in that moment, that I felt the fear slowly taking its grip on me again. I didn't dare tell him anything that could have angered him more, like the fact that I had been in love with Jacob. I really didn't understand where all this rage suddenly came from.
I needed do something to dispel his rage. I fucking needed for him come back to his sex mojo. So I went and attacked his throat with bites and kisses and.
And it worked like magic. He began to make low, rumbling noises in the back of his throat. Like a purring feline.
We began to move then, together in our newly learned rhythm. It was slow and unhurried at first, but gaining momentum all the same.
He pulled out slightly, then pressed back into me, rocking back and forth, making my eyes roll back in my head. Soon, I was back to moaning and groaning in unison to his throaty growls and purrs.
His crazy mumbling began again, in rhythm to his fucking. "You… Are… Mine." That was all he said, on the repeat again and again. He was a broken record.
The slow fuck was turning into mindfuck, and I was beginning to confuse the two. I just clenched my eyes and tried to drown out his words, because they didn't make any sense to me. Why the sudden possessiveness?
Edward shifted, and a loud gasp escaped me as he moved to sit back on his knees, pulling me along to straddle him while we were still joined. As if possible, I felt him move deeper within me in this new position. He grabbed my butt and squeezed it roughly, pulling me down as he pushed into me.
My mouth parted in ecstasy as I felt the initial surge of an approaching orgasm.
"I'll fuck him out of your mind, Bella, I'll fuck everything out of you till all you can think about is me, and only me," he chanted against the valley between my breasts.
I was unable to respond, too overwhelmed with the looming pleasure peak as he pounded into me. My hand moved down to my clit to help me reach my climax, but he slapped it away.
"No, first you have to tell me," he hummed into my skin, "tell me you're mine, tell me I can have you as I wish… tell me you belong to me."
I acquiesced, with zero of my willpower left to argue anything. "I'm yours, all yours, take me as you wish, you already are..."
"No, I want more." He increased his pace then, rocking me harder on himself.
"Then have it," I whimpered unthinkingly, grabbing his hair as I felt his thumb press on my clit.
My muscles clenched around him as my long delayed orgasm hit me like a battering ram, a tidal surge that just grew and grew. He kept rocking into me all the while it lasted, and even after it was reduced to a faint quiver.
"Now my turn to take what's mine," I heard him say as I felt a sting on my neck. His cold mouth covered it quickly, but not before I could smell the rusty tang of blood. It made me dizzy.
I felt him suck on my newly inflicted wound; he was drawing my blood out like a suction machine.
"Edward, Edward, please no… uhh…" My voice faded into a sob as I clawed at his arms. They were like a cage, and I wasn't getting out until he was done with me. The realization made me frantic, but I was unable to wriggle away.
A loud ringing rose in my ears as I flailed in his arms. I thought I heard faint howling from somewhere far off, but the ringing drowned it out.
Edward's whole body buzzed and shuddered as I felt him coming inside me. It was the last thing that registered with me as my world faded away.
