'Baby I'll bleed you dry.'

Kings of Leon - Closer


Chapter 3: Closer

-+-Edward-+-

I was still hard.

It was five fucking hours later and my cock was still as solid as a stick of granite. It was because I could still smell her. I don't know whether it was my imagination, or whether her smell had really become embedded in my nasal passages, but I could still smell her, as potently as if she was still sitting next to me, swinging her hair around like a fucking L'Oreal commercial.

I hadn't seen her again after I had literally sprinted out of the class, a second after the bell had gone. I didn't even give a shit whether anyone noticed or not, all I knew was that if I had stayed just one second longer I wouldn't have been able to hold back, and I would have fucked her right there on the lab table, and then I would have bitten her, and sucked at her blood until I had bled her dry, until I had drained her torso completely.

The baffling thing about that was the fact that I didn't even like the taste of blood. I could stand it, if I had to, but I much preferred eating regular food. I had never even remotely felt like drinking the blood of a classmate, or anyone at all actually. Sure, I could smell their blood all the time, but it just...didn't appeal to me.

She was different.

I'd never smelt anything or anyone in my life so – and I hated saying this – so fucking mouth-watering. Fuck, she smelt good. It was as if she was a blend of every scent I loved, my mom's cookies, vanilla, strawberries, fresh laundry, that perfume that Tanya wore that I used to love, cinnamon, coconut, freshly baked bread, freesias...It was like her blood was, I don't know, made for me or something, like she was my own personal brand of alcohol or heroine or some shit.

As soon as she had sat down, and tossed that shiny hair of hers, causing her scent to hit me like a wrecking ball, it had taken every ounce of strength I possessed to not fucking jump on her like a lunatic. I had held my breath, though it was already too late, her scent was already ingrained in my nose, in my brain. My teeth were fully lengthened, as was my cock, and as long as I could still smell her, or the memory of her scent remained, they weren't gonna get back to normal. And then there she was, swinging her hair around every few minutes; and essentially bombarding me with wave after wave of her scent, like a fucking tease.

What made my situation even worse; was that she also happened to be fucking sexy as hell. I'd first glanced at her as she walked over to my desk, and shit, if there was a definition in the dictionary for 'Edward Cullen's Type' there'd be a picture of her next to it. Nothing else would need to be written. She had these huge, smouldering, dark brown eyes, and her lips were plump, like, better than Angelina Jolie's even, and I'd noticed that the bottom one was a little fuller than the top one, just perfect for sucking. Her hair was wavy, and a glossy dark brown, though I could see maroon highlights in it when the light caught it; and it fell all the way down to her teeny waist. She was wearing a long, dark blue, v neck sweater over black leggings, you know, those leggings girls like to wear that are like second skin, the ones that make it so it's not too hard picturing what's underneath them. And I gotta say, her ass was just...spot on. I caught a glimpse of it just before she sat down, and it was round, and firm looking; and I wanted to grab it and just squeeze it...

And I came again, just as hard as the previous six times. I was in the shower, which was where I had been for the past hour and a half, jerking off to try and get rid of the constant hard on I'd had since biology. I leaned against the shower wall, panting, the cold water hitting me at full force – though doing nothing to abate my erection – and groaned as I looked at my cock, which was still standing at full attention. This was fucking ridiculous.

TTT

I got out of the shower, because I couldn't very well stay there all night, and went back into my room to get dressed. I dried off, wincing as the towel brushed against my overly engorged cock, and put on a pair of black sweatpants and a t shirt. I grimaced at my fangs in the mirror, because of course, if I was still horny they were still out, before going downstairs and into the dining room where my family was waiting at the dinner table.

I was seriously hoping that the black sweatpants disguised my problem, because it was already awkward enough having an erection when my mom was just sitting opposite me. How embarrassing would it be if she actually saw it? My teeth though, were a little more difficult to hide, and I was just praying that it wasn't one of those nights that my parents would decide to talk to us.

I ate quickly and silently, barely tasting the lasagne that my mom had made, and ignoring the usual background noise of their thoughts. That is, until I noticed Assper reciting the alphabet in his mind, over and over – the thing that he did when he was trying to hide something from me. I glanced up at him, my eyes narrowed in suspicion, to find him doing the same to me. We both dropped our eyes again hastily.

"So boys, how was school today?" My mom asked.

Fuck.

Ok, I understood why my mom and dad liked talking at the dinner table; I mean what else could they do? They couldn't eat normal food, so all they did was sit at the table while Assper and I ate. Sometimes my dad would read the paper or do some work, or my mom would read one of her romance novels, but generally they didn't because they felt that dinner was meant to be a family thing – despite the fact that my brother and I didn't even talk.

We were hardly ever on speaking terms, but that was because we just had nothing in common. There was nothing for us to talk about. I was on the basketball team; I had good grades, I was hardly ever in trouble at school, I hung out with people considered 'jocks', people like Emmett McCarty, Tyler Crowley, Jacob Black, Jared Taylor. I wore Abercrombie and Fitch, I drove a Volvo; I had been dating the head cheerleader, Tanya Denali, up until a few weeks ago.

Assper had been suspended from school twice, he practically lived in the detention hall; he hung out with people considered 'stoners', people like Demetri Alexander, Felix Thompson, Caleb Smith, Sam Uley. Eighty percent of his wardrobe was black, the remaining twenty percent was split up into leather, other dark colours, the odd white dress shirt he might need for special occasions, and the sweaters that my mom had gotten him but he'd never worn. He had tattoos and piercings, he smoked, and up until two weeks ago he had been riding around on a huge black and silver motorcycle.

Up until two weeks ago, we had actually been on pretty good terms. We didn't talk but we were friendly enough to each other, we greeted each other when our paths crossed in school, at home we played against each other on the PS3, and even watched a few movies together. I had been starting to think that my brother wasn't half bad. That was up until we had gone to get new cars, me, him, and my dad.

You see, we all collected cars, or vehicles I should say, and every year since we turned sixteen our dad would take us to get a new car. Yes, my dad had a lot of money, he was a doctor, plus, he'd had a lot of time to accumulate his wealth. And when I say a lot of time, I seriously mean an awful lot of time. I had only turned sixteen last year, so I'd only had one car. Assper was nineteen – he was still in high school because he had flunked and had to repeat his senior year – so he'd already had two cars and a motorcycle. My dad had over thirty cars, and he kept them in a huge garage he owned in Seattle.

So anyway, we had gone to different showrooms, checking out different cars, and as soon as I'd spotted the black Audi TT, I'd wanted it. It was fucking beautiful. It was small, and sleek, and sexy, and just...seamless. I had gone out with one of the assistants in the showroom, taking the car out for a test drive, and when I came back, guess who I saw being handed the keys to exactly the same fucking car I was gonna get? He didn't even, at least, get it in a different colour. And of course, there was no way I could get it now because I'd just look like a pathetic copycat, so I asked him to let me have it and pick something else. But the asshole refused. I'd ended up getting an Aston Martin Vanquish instead, which was an equally beautiful car, don't get me wrong, but I was still sore about the TT. I'd had my heart set on it.

And the thing that pissed me off even more; was that I was sure he did it on purpose. He could feel how excited I was about that car with that fucking gift of his, so he knew how much I wanted it, yet he still went and bought it. The only thing that was stopping me from smashing it up was the fact that it was a beautiful car, and I couldn't bring myself to destroy such beauty; it seemed almost sacrilegious. So I tried not to look at the car instead, parking my Volvo and Vanquish in the other garage around the back of the house so I could avoid it.

"School was ok mom, just the usual." Assper answered, sipping his juice. He was still reciting the alphabet in his mind.

My dad was eyeing him skeptically. "I sincerely hope that you managed to remain out of trouble today, son." He said to him.

Assper rolled his eyes. "Of course dad, what do you take me for?"

"Well Jasper, I would have no incentive to ask that question if your past behaviour didn't indicate otherwise, would I?" My dad replied, raising his eyebrows.

Anyone that didn't know our family was usually stunned to find out that Esme Elizabeth Masen Cullen and Carlisle Edward Cullen were our parents. This was because of the fact that my dad looked to be only twenty seven at most, while my mom only looked to be thirty. When the four of us were out together people assumed that all four of us were siblings. They would gape at us in shock when they found out that Carlisle and Esme were our parents. Then, they were even more taken aback when they heard my dad's old fashioned way of talking. He was a complete contradiction.

My mom turned to me. "You're being awfully quiet this evening Edward, anything happen at school today?"

I almost fucked a girl and drained her body in biology.

"No, nothing happened mom, I'm just...not feeling too good right now." I mumbled, looking down at my half eaten food.

"What's wrong?" She persisted.

I internally groaned. "I've just got a headache. It's nothing." I answered.

I noticed Assper's eyes narrowed at me again from the corner of my eye. I knew why he was looking at me like that. He could obviously sense the arousal that was probably pouring out of me, and the nosy fucker was probably wondering why I was aroused, just like I was wondering what the hell he was trying to hide from me.

TTT

We finished the rest of dinner in silence, and after dinner I decided to go out for a drive in my Vanquish, to try and get my mind off of Bella Swan and my thirst for her body and blood. I drove to Port Angeles and parked up near the waterfront, listening to music, with my windows rolled down. I was still hard, though the memory of her scent had faded a little. By tomorrow morning it should have gone, and I would just have to hold my breath for the whole of biology; and possibly when also walking around the school because I never knew when I might just bump into her.

My eyes were closed as I sat, relieved because I could finally feel my cock starting to soften, and my canines were gradually shrinking –

And holy shit!

I was suddenly back to my previous hardness, my cock pressing uncomfortably hard against my sweatpants and my fangs shooting back out painfully. I sat up quickly, and my eyes snapped open and began involuntarily darting around, because I could smell her again. Her scent had drifted into my window and once again, hit me like a ton of fucking huge, lead laced bricks.

"Fuck." I muttered through clenched teeth, my eyes still searching the street around me for her, against my will. I gripped the steering wheel tightly to stop myself from getting out of the car, and stopped breathing, though doing so was actually pretty pointless.

And then I saw her.

And could she make this anymore worse for me?

She had changed from the sexy outfit she was wearing at school, to another, even more sexy outfit. She was in a black skirt that ended at about an inch above her knees. She was also wearing what I could only describe as 'fuck me' boots. They were knee length, and a shiny black with high stiletto heels. Her silver shirt was low cut, revealing a delicious looking cleavage.

A low growl rumbled in my chest.

She was standing a few feet away from my car, in the queue for a club I'd been to a couple of times, called Eclipse. She was with Emmett's girlfriend, Rosalie Hale, a shrimp of a girl called Alice Brandon, who Assper had dated a while back, Jessica Stanley – who he had also dated – and a few other girls from school. I could see that they all had fake I.D's. Bella was looking at her I.D doubtfully, and when I peered at the card carefully, I could see why she was doubtful. The person on the card looked nothing like her. The only similarity between them was the long brown hair.

I stayed there a while, despite myself, just watching her, growling involuntarily whenever she blushed, which was pretty often seeing as a lot of guys were hitting on her, and I totally felt like some kind of Peeping Tom, but I couldn't help it.

I wanted her.

Eventually though, they had reached the front of the line and were having their I.D. checked. They all got in, surprisingly, though that was probably because the bouncers were busy checking out their tits more than they were checking out their I.D. After she had gone in, I finally took a deep breath, and drove back home reluctantly.

TTT

Back at home, I knocked on my dad's office door.

"Come in." He called.

I burst into his office and, unable to keep still, I paced the space before his desk, running my hand through my hair in frustration. He observed me for a moment, in silence, before asking, his voice as calm as it always was.

"What's the matter son?"

I sighed deeply, still pacing a few more times, before sitting down heavily on the leather couch opposite his desk.

"I've got a problem dad." I mumbled, so low that had he been human, he wouldn't have heard me.

He clasped his hands in front of him on his desk.

'I'm listening.' He said in his mind.

I sighed again.

"There was this girl at school today; she sat next to me in biology. And...There was something about her dad, something...different." I paused.

He waited patiently.

"Well, it was her scent." I continued. "She smelt...really, really good dad. Like, so good that...that I very nearly took her, right there in biology." My face was burning hot now, fuck this was embarrassing.

'When you say you nearly 'took her' do you mean sexually?' He questioned. And man was I grateful that he wasn't saying it out loud. It was easier to take if he was just thinking it.

I nodded, looking down at my lap, which was not a good way to get rid of my embarrassment, seeing as my cock was still protruding through my pants.

"I see." He said aloud. 'And her scent, you say that she smelt appealing. Do you mean her blood? Was there bloodlust as well?' He asked silently.

I nodded again.

"Was it incredibly difficult to control yourself?" He inquired.

"Extremely difficult dad. I mean, I've never wanted a human's blood so much in my life." I answered.

"Ok."'And right now, are you still...aroused?'

Oh fuck. Just kill me now God, I mean, I'm already dying of embarrassment anyway.

My face was even more flushed as I nodded mutely.

"Does it seem as though you can still smell her, even though you're nowhere near her?"

"Yeah, that's exactly how I feel. How do you know dad?"

He smiled. "I've been around for a while son, remember? But what I think has happened to you, is you've found your singer."

"My singer?" I frowned. "What's that?"

"Someone who's blood sings to you specifically. It is as if their blood is made exactly for you."

"Yeah, that's exactly what it feels like."

He nodded. "Yes, I believe she is your singer, though I had no idea that you and your brother could be affected by singers too."

"Well, then what the hell do I do dad?" I asked, getting up off the couch to pace again. "What if, what if I can't control myself and I end up hurting her?"

"Did you hurt her today?"

"Of course not."

"Well there you go. You've got the strength to control yourself. You won't hurt her." He said confidently.

"But dad, what if I can't control myself tomorrow? Or the day after that? Or the one after that? Maybe I should stay away from her for a few days, you know, take a week off school or something –"

But my dad shaking his head cut me off.

"No son, if you stay away from her for a long period of time, when you eventually smell her again you're going to want her just as badly, if not worse, than the first time. It would be best if you went to school. The more you're around her, the more you'll get used to her scent, and eventually you will be able to withstand it. You'll still want her, always, but you will be able to control it."

I stopped and thought about what he was saying. "Are you sure that's what will happen?"

He smiled reassuringly. "Positive. I've had personal experience with it."

My eyes widened. "Really? What happened to her? Who was she?"

He grinned at me. "Your mother."

We talked a little more about it, my dad telling me the story of when he first met my mom, and I started feeling a little better about my situation. I mean, my dad had been able to control his thirst for my mom for years.

"Thanks dad." I told him, before getting up and walking to the door.

'Anytime son.' He replied silently.

I yanked open the door and was met with a gust of wind blowing in my face, followed by a blur of black and blond. It was Assper running past me, and his bedroom door slammed shut a moment later. But he couldn't fool me. I could smell his scent lingering, right outside the office door.

The nosy fucker had been listening.

TTT

Author's Note:

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