Wicked Angel

5. Death By…

A drink for the horror that I'm in,
For the good guys, and the bad guys,
For the monsters that I've been.

—My Chemical Romance: Sleep

Well, the encounter with Alice had been as enjoyable as an anal reaming with a giant zucchini. Her last words were still ringing in my ears. Worse—my words were repeating in my head. Mine? Seriously Edward? You better think long and hard about what you mean by that. And you better get your shit together. I'm not going to jail because you suddenly grew a conscience. The farther I drove, the angrier I became with myself. Alice was right. What the fuck was I thinking? Had I lost my ability to be cold and ruthless?

My body felt like it was going to explode and I saw only one solution. I text messaged Leah to see if she was home. Her reply was yes and to hurry over. Good. Then I text messaged Jake. If I was going to be a heartless prick, I was going all the way.

Now's the only chance I will ever give you. Going to Leah's. Will leave back door open. Don't let her hear or see you are there until she's too far into it to care.

Jake's eager reply made me shudder a little. Why the fuck was he so intent on seeing me screw Leah. There were few people in the world more twisted than me; Jake was one of them.

Leah was like Tanya, only not quite as kinky. Tanya would let the whole town watch if I asked her. Leah was a little more subdued, but the things she could do with her mouth were legendary. Plus, if she was feeling generous, she'd let me fuck her ass. I never had any complaints after a visit to her house.

I pulled up behind her place. Normally by now, I was harder than a rock, but today not so much. I sat there for a few moments and ran through my greatest hits of the past. That got me going without fail. The mere thought of the control I had over my victims nearly made the zipper break on my pants.

I found Leah in her living room waiting for me on the couch. "Hard day?" She smiled and stood up while she took her shirt off. Braless, thank you Lord. Her breasts were exceptionally nice, and natural, unlike Tanya. For all my use of artifice in my day-to-day life, I liked an all-natural girl. And she was all-natural, and all stunning.

"Yes, and the less talking you do, the better. There are better uses for your mouth." I undid my jeans and dropped them to the floor. Leah gestured to the couch, so I sat down. I watched as she licked her lips appreciatively before she licked the tip of my cock. I wrapped my hand in her hair. "Get to it." Leah moaned and took me completely in her mouth. Her dark hair fell down around my hand and gave me the briefest mental image of Bella. What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from? I shook my head and mentally kicked myself. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of Leah's tongue swirling around my cock. I gripped her hair tighter as she took me deeper. Leah was one of the few girls I knew who actually liked it when I fucked her mouth. If she didn't really enjoy it she faked it well.

Her fingernails gripped the back of my thigh, encouraging my thrusts. I groaned at the sensation. Leah hummed around me and I groaned again. Fuck, she was good. I opened my eyes in time to see Jake take a seat in the corner where the doorway was. He could see everything, but Leah couldn't see him easily. I ignored his arrival. I gave her hair a little tug. "Enough." Leah pulled off me with a grin. "Drop your pants." Leah did as I asked. I stood, leaned down, pulled a condom out of my pocket, and put it on. I sat and pulled her over to straddle me. She situated herself above me before she slid down with a little moan.

"Ride me hard, now," I commanded. Leah closed her eyes and grabbed onto my shoulders. She started to rise and fall on me at a quick pace. I reached out and rubbed my hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples.

"Fuck, Edward." Her head fell back and she ground down into me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jake stroking himself through his jeans. Sick fuck. Leah was moaning every time her hips slammed down into mine. She was always quick to come.

"Leah, turn around." She paused and resituated herself facing away from me. As she sank back down she gasped. She had seen Jake. I gripped her hips and kept her on me. Leaning forward, I whispered in her ear, "Come on…you know you want him to see you get fucked." Leah moaned and her head fell back against my shoulder. "You like to be watched, don't you?"

Leah gasped. "Yes."

"Then give him something to see." I sat back again but kept my hands on her hips. Leah began moving again. Quickly, she was slamming her body down into mine, her cries getting louder each time our bodies met. I was still feeling a little distracted. Was it because Jake was there? With only Leah's dark hair to see, I found myself thinking of Bella again. The onslaught of images in my brain of what it would be like to fuck Bella couldn't be stopped. I felt the familiar burning knot start in my stomach. Leah reached down between her legs and started fondling my balls. "Fuck, I'm going to come," I growled. I bit my lip to fight the sudden urge to say Bella's name.

Leah's orgasm hit her and pulled me into mine. Her voice calling my name sounded wrong somehow. I came hard, groaning through my release. Leah fell back against me. After a few seconds I pushed her off me somewhat gently. I still felt unsatisfied somehow. I knew the reason why. I also knew I was in deep shit.

I pulled my clothes back on rapidly. Jake was giving Leah a predatory look as she lay panting on the couch. I watched him step forward and saw Leah give him a challenging gaze. I wanted out. I had no interest in seeing this. As I left the room, I called over my shoulder. "Oh, and if your good to her Jake, maybe she'll let you tap her ass. She likes that." I heard Jake chuckle as I got the hell out of there.

I sat in my truck for several seconds before I started it. More than ever I felt like I had something to prove to myself. This wasn't me. I wasn't going to be this person. I had to find a way to get my edge back. Bella was not allowed to mentally fuck me over. I knew that when I got home, I needed to burn the file, pictures and all. She was my target, my mark, my prey. I could not afford to forget that. Tomorrow, I hunt.

Still, there was a little voice in the back of my head. Bella looked like the kind of woman who had never been properly fucked. That douche of a husband sure as hell couldn't have been the one to give it to her. He looked like the type that couldn't tell a clitoris apart from a big toe. He probably also had a dick the size of a baby carrot. Briefly, I pondered the notion of fucking Bella once before I killed her. A few minutes later my cell rang with a text from Alice.

Don't even fucking think about it assbite.

Cockblocked by the all-seeing pixie. Still, she was right. Just talking to Bella broke one of the rules. Fucking Bella...well, that destroyed the entire rule book.

At home, I was perched at the edge of my bed, the thick manila folder in my hand. It was open, and in my other hand was the picture of Bella. I was giving myself this one last opportunity to look over the information, or that's what I told myself. I rifled through the papers, looking at her bank records, pharmacy receipts, bills, movie stubs, and a list of her best friends. It was amazing that you could put someone's whole life into a few pieces of paper. Regardless, each little thing I learned only intrigued me more.

Fuck. I stood and walked toward the back door of my house. Outside, there was a large fire-pit. It had been a while since I had a party. My friends had all been busy with their own lives. Jacob had started hanging out with his "posse" after Alice and Emmett had left. I still felt some anger toward them for leaving me without the outlet of murder-for-hire, but Jacob took up that slack. Of all of us, he was the most twisted. Yeah, Alice was dark in her own way, and Emmett was pretty sick himself, but Jacob, he took the golden straight jacket.

I threw the manila folder into the fire pit and began gathering cut wood that was already next to the house. Alice and Emmett materialized out of the darkness. It didn't scare me. I figured Alice would know I was going to barbeque the contents of that folder, and I was sure she had called Jacob too. Or maybe they all wanted to make sure it was burned. Either way, Emmett had hotdogs and buns, and Alice was carrying marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. Looked like it was going to be a party after all.

The fire spread quickly over the paper and caught the first of the wood as it started to lick at the air.

They dropped the food on the table near the fire and unfolded the chairs. "I miss days like these," Emmett said as he sat and flung his feet up on the table.

Alice flicked the bottom of one of his feet. "Manners, Em." Emmett stuck out his tongue but followed the pixie's orders. She held out three wire hangers and we each started to untangle the metal where it was coiled. "I thought you might want the company."

I nodded. "You could say that. I missed you fuckers, you know that?"

"Hey, we offered you a spot on the road with us," Emmett said.

"As what? The carnies' personal coroner? Hah!"

"Point taken," he replied.

"Did you have yourself a nap? You don't look so tired anymore," I wondered, remembering that Emmett was about to fall asleep on my couch earlier today.

"You bet your ass I did." He grinned. "Did I tell you about the Siamese twins that recently joined the carnival?"

That took me off guard. I started to laugh. "I can only imagine…let's hear it."

"Joined at the hip." Emmett chuckled and put a hotdog at the end of his wire hanger. "Two heads, which obviously means two mouths." He waggled his eyebrows. "And…two pussies! Two of them! There were so many holes, I wish I had another me attached to my hip so I could fill them all."

Alice slapped him in the back of the head. "Irina and Kate are very sweet girls. Did you seriously already violate them?"

Emmett frowned but it was in an attempt to stop his laughter. "They are sweet all right. Yum, yum." Alice smacked him in the back of the head again. "What?" he asked, trying to look politely stunned and failing miserably.

"That is one vision I am glad I didn't see!" Alice exclaimed and then looked me in the eye, her eyebrow raised in challenge. Fuck, what now? "Speaking of visions, I haven't been able to pin down a single detail to this murder, Edward. I need you to make up your mind about whatever it is you are having issues with so I can see the future."

Before I could speak, I heard a booming voice. "Who wants beer?" It was Jacob to the rescue. I guess he finished his fuckfest, though I didn't ask.

I raised my hand and he tossed me a can. It was cold and I opened it and started to chug it down. This was going to be a long night; I already knew it.

Conversation flowed freely most of the early hours of the evening, and surprisingly, most of it wasn't even about death. But, the more we drank, the more belligerent we all became. That was when things started to turn interesting…

"I say we play the 'Death By…' game." Emmett raised his beer high in the air. "I'll go first." His words were slightly slurred but I knew he was still pretty sober compared to some nights I'd seen him drink. "Bella will die by bear attack deep in the woods."

"Wolf attack," Jacob corrected.

"No, definitely not!" Alice looked at them in mock horror. "Bunny rabbits. Oh yes…it will most definitely be bunny rabbits."

We all put our drinks down at the same time and just stared at Alice, her face cast in dark shadows, only part of the fire lighting her features.

"Rabbits?" we all asked at once.

Her lips lifted into a smile. "Don't make me pull out the dusty video tape of The Holy Grail."

We all laughed in unison.

"Okay," I said, "my turn!" They all waited anxiously for what I had to say. I wondered if Alice had said something to them about my…transgressions with this case. "Death by cliff-diving!"

"Lame," Emmett said.

"Oh, come on, dude," Jacob chimed in.

"Bo-or-ing." Alice.

"Fine, fuckers. Death by jousting." I smiled widely at their stunned faces. "What? Not original enough?"

"Oookay," Alice said, and even in the dim light, I could see her rolling her eyes. "Bella will die by asphyxiation."

"Seriously?" I asked. "And you thought my idea was lame?"

"By a cock in her throat," she added and started chuckling so much she was snorting. Emmett and Jacob gazed at each other with wide eyes before they hit their beer cans together and started to laugh, their eyebrows waggling up and down. Out of all of us, I was the only one that wasn't laughing, because dammit, if she was going to die of something like that, it would at least be my cock! Then, I felt sick for even thinking about it.

They were all oblivious to my internal struggle.

"Death by syphilis."

"Death by drowning." There were boos all around.

"Death by weed." Emmett laughed so hard that he fell sideways out of his chair.

"Idiot," Jacob said through his laughter.

"Death by hang glider."

I took a long swig of my beer, emptying the can. "All right, I got one for you all. Death by meat grinder."

"Yummy, Bella burgers," Emmett said while rubbing his stomach.

"Sick fucker," Alice chided and tripped him when he stood. Emmett fell down again and we all started laughing at him lying in the damp grass, beer spilled down his shirt.

"Okay, I got one," Alice chirped. "Death by tanning bed."

"You've seen Bella, she's pale as a ghost. No one will believe that." I put my head in my hands. Talking about death so freely used to be just a fun way to vent, to get shit off your chest…but I knew tonight was all about Bella, and her potential death, even if we were just fucking around.

"Fine, death by Christmas lights."

I shook my head. "No, how about death by an elephant stampede."

"Now we're on track." Jacob raised his beer and it sloshed down his arm. "Death by fireworks."

"Death by spasmodic colon."

"Death by infomercial re-runs." Emmett stared at Alice and she smacked him in the back of the head. Again.

"I love infomercials. Sometimes they have amazing deals," Alice pursed her lips defensively.

"Sure they do." Jacob patted her on the head like she was a doll. She was practically the size of one.

"Death by toothpaste," Alice said, sticking her tongue out at Jacob.

He smiled down at her. "Now that has potential, Edward." His eyes shot up to mine, serious for two seconds. "Keep that one in mind."

I nodded at him and he let it go. The night was turning into morning, but we continued to pop open beers and down them, adding more wood to our fire. Bella's folder was long gone, just ashes and smoke in the air. The "Death By…" game started to turn utterly insane.

"Death by soap bubbles."

"Death by constipation."

"Death by being a slut." Alice pointed to Emmett. Alice one, Emmett zero.

"Death by being short." Emmett smirked back at her.

Tied.

"Death by steroids," Alice said cockily. We all started laughing. Alice two, Emmett one.

"Death by sexual frustration." Emmett laughed insanely and his big hand landed on Alice's shoulder. Her chair sunk an inch into the soggy ground.

"Hey," she said defensively, "Just because I don't fuck everything that moves doesn't mean I'm sexually frustrated. Sparkly is my best friend when I am in need."

My eyebrows must have rose to hair level at this bit of information. "Sparkly?"

"Yeah, my vibrator."

A wicked smiled spread across Jacob's face. "Death by Sparkly."

"Death by cock is still my favorite, but I can settle for vibrator," Emmett said and chugged the rest of his beer.

"All right, fuckers. I'm going to bed and you-all are going home." I pointed toward the road. "And don't be stupid, call one of your buddies, Jacob, to take you-all home."

"Yes, sir."

"I mean it. No fucking mistakes. We need to stay off of the police radar." I should be listening to my own advice.

My drunken dreams consisted of Bella, in my bed, doing very naughty things below my belt. She was sucking hard on my cock and I was holding her head against my body as she moved up and down, taking all of me. She must not have had a gag reflex, but it was my dream, so of course she didn't. But what woke me from this dream was not my alarm, but the fact that when she looked up at me, blood was trailing down her face from a massive head wound. I scrambled back from her, hitting my head hard against the headboard and my eyes flew open.

Just a dream…just a fucking dream.

Damn, what the hell was this woman doing to me?

Work was slow at the funeral home. There were no funerals today, and Carlisle had decided to take Esme on a cruise for the week. Bon voyage.

I was sitting in my office when I heard Alice. "Edward? Hey, come out of your office."

I sighed and circled around my desk to peek my head out the door and down the hallway. Alice was standing in the doorway, her eyes wide.

"Good," she whispered, relief obvious in her voice. "Bella isn't here yet."

"Um…no? Why would she be?"

"I had a vision. Go downstairs and hide." We heard a car door shut outside. "Now, Edward. Don't make me tell you twice. This is getting ridiculous. She doesn't need to be stopping by to see you." She glared at me and I rolled my eyes and moved toward the door that led to the basement.

Of course, I didn't listen to her and I stayed at the top step to listen in on their conversation with the door slightly ajar. The front door slowly opened and made a creaking noise. I made a mental note to oil that door. This place was creepy enough for people without the sound-effects.

"Hi!" Alice chirped, a little too loud and a little too friendly.

"Um, hi? Alice, right?" Bella's voice was like soft velvet wrapping around my body. Dammit.

"Yes. Hi, Bella. So good to see you…unless you are here for business. Oh no, did someone die, Bella?" Alice's voice was so sincere she almost had me fooled.

Bella coughed a laugh and said, "Oh, no. I wish." There was silence for a moment. "I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry."

I could imagine Alice rolling her eyes, being all sweetness and pie. "Don't worry, Bella. We all have thoughts like that sometimes."

I peeked through the door and saw Bella's blush from where I was standing. I wanted to lick her neck and feel the pulse there. God, she was so fucking beautiful.

"I saw Edward's truck parked outside and wanted to come by to say hello."

That caught me off guard and I accidently hit the door a little and it swung open. I am a moron. A complete and utter idiot. Death by embarrassment.

Nope, I was still alive.

"Oh, hey Bella," I tried to say nonchalantly. Alice wasn't fooled, and the look she shot me could have smoldered me to ashes.

"Hi, Edward," Bella responded bashfully.

I strode over to both of them, trying to send covert glances at Alice that I could handle this. Of course, she continued to give me a look of disbelief.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I wondered, honestly curious about her answer.

"Well, um…" She fucking blushed again and then looked down at her shoes in embarrassment, it seemed.

And before my brain-to-mouth filter could kick in—obviously, it went away on vacation whenever I was around Bella—I asked, "Alice and I are about to go to lunch. Did you want to come with?"

Alice jerked her head in my direction, her jaw practically dislocating at my words. I shrugged, unable to fix the situation now.

"Sure, I'd love that," Bella said, smiling from ear-to-ear.

"Great." I grinned back at her and her eyes bore into mine, almost melting me into a puddle on the ground. She had me. And that was too bad, because I was going to kill her. "Let me go grab my coat…" I pointed toward my office. Alice, of course, followed behind me.

As soon as we were in my office, Alice went off. "What the fuck are you doing?" Her voice was a low, furious whisper. "No mistakes, you jackass. We are supposed to be killing her, not making friends with our target. What the fuck are we going to tell Jacob…what if he finds out before we can tell him…this could go all different kinds of wrong…"

I pushed past Alice and began walking toward Bella. I could hear Alice huff in my office and I gave Bella a reassuring smile when she looked over my shoulder, her eyebrows knitted together. I hope she didn't hear any of that conversation, but she wasn't running, so that was a good sign.

"You can ride with me. I was just going to go to my house and cook something. Is that all right?" I hoped that would appease Alice. No public places, all private. Also, I was secretly hoping that getting close to Bella might also help me kill her more easily. I'd made too many mistakes and I had to make this work for me now. Though rule number one had always been to keep them at a distance—never talk to our targets—I distinctly remembered Alice asking me to kill Jane even though we knew her, and there were others. But, as we grew older, we made these rules.

Well, I say screw the rules. Alice would just have to understand.

I opened the door for Bella and motioned for her to go before me. I grinned down at her bashful smile. Alice stomped down the hall and glared at me, the look equaling a thousand daggers stabbing my forehead. Her eyes narrowed at me as she exited the door and under her breath she said, "You better know what the fuck you are doing, Cullen."

Death by Alice.

Every man dies—Not every man really lives.

—William Ross Wallace

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