Creating a Mate: Chapter 6
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Edward spent three weeks in Bella Swan's periphery. She had come home from the hospital as predicted with twelve stitches and a prescription for Vicoden. Her Father watched her take two and asked her if she was alright. She responded that she was just going to go to her room to lie down.
Edward sifted through her Father's thoughts. Charlie was reluctant to leave her, but one of his deputies had called in sick today.
Bella shooed him out the door, "I'm just going to take a nap."
"Only if you're sure you'll be alright, Bella." replied Charlie.
"I'm sure Dad." Bella laughed. "You know those pills knock me out."
Edward smiled at his good fortune and retreated further into the forest while her Father got into his squad car and disappeared down the street. Vicoden take about forty minutes to take effect. If she was sensitive to them, perhaps even less for her to be fully medicated. He wouldn't have long to wait. He listened as Bella's footsteps climbed the stairs, mattress springs creaked and her heartbeat slowed. When her even breathing signaled she was deeply asleep, Edward scaled the tree outside of the room he had heard her in. The open window allowed her scent to wash over him. Even with the residual smell of the iodine on her cut, it was divine. Silently, he popped the window screen out. Propping it on a branch, he climbed into the room.
It was the small bedroom of a teenage girl. There were photos on a cork board of her Father and various others, school mates he supposed. A desk and bookshelf filled the other wall. She had eclectic taste in literature for an eighteen year old girl. He suddenly wondered what he was even doing here: why he didn't savor her deliciousness and continue on his way. Uncertainty was a foreign feeling for him.
The girl turned in her sleep and sighed. Her tank top had pulled down in her sleep and the peak of a breast was nearly exposed. This brought the other hunger to his mind again and he leaned over her. She sighed deeply and her nipple hardened under his cool breath.
With effort, Edward pulled away. She was like a lump of clay on a potter's wheel. If he were patient, he could mold her as he wished. Her blood and other charms would be his whenever he wished. He had remained unmated all these years because no one had appealed the way the potential of this young girl did. Her silent mind only made the challenge that much sweeter. She was not yet ripe enough to puck, though. He would make certain that she continued to mature physically unsullied until she was ready for him to claim.
He left by the window and replaced the screen. "Sleep well, Angel. I will see you soon."