A/N - It had been a year since I updated this story but it was always at the back of my mind. Once I finally had some time I decided to come back to it. The entire thing is outlined, I do know the ending and I would like to complete this piece. So if you any readers are still out there, still interested, please enjoy the chapter. I'm feeling a little rusty but the next chapter is already done and will be posted soon. Thank you for your patience. This chapter borrows minutely from the book Twilight.

Chapter 10 - One Of A Kind

As I stepped from Edward's car I could feel wetness, his wetness, streaming down my thighs. The feeling of it was delicious. I wanted to say I ached all over but I didn't. I felt very much as I always did, only satisfied. He met a craving that had been so repressed within me that I had never bothered to feel it until he came around. Oh, god, and I was craving it again. I already wanted him and he was still in his car, watching me walk, only ten paces back. I could yank open the door, climb into his seat, straddle his lap, and ride him right there. But Charlie was in the house attempting to wait up for me.

Edward, the consummate gentleman, had offered to walk me to the door, to carrying my shopping bags. I had declined. My brother was not ready to be presented with that visual and probably would not be for some time. A bullet wouldn't hurt Edward but it might demoralize Charlie, or label him as fucking crazy if any of the neighbors saw.

I took two seconds, straightened out my hair the best I could, smoothed my dress, fingered the mark left by that ridiculously sexy boy, waved to him, and entered the house.

"I'm home, Charlie!" He was snoring in his chair in front of the television but snorted himself awake, shuffling, making to stand. "Don't get up," I called. "I'm going upstairs. You were right though," I added. "A trip to Port Angeles was just what I needed."

"Good, good," he grunted in return, already half asleep again. "Night, Bella."

I practically skipped up the stairs, dumping my belongs on the bed, and stripping down to bare skin. I stared at myself. Aside from the gnarly mark left by Edward my youthful, deflowered body looked exactly the same as it had before. Of course it did, I thought. It wasn't like I was going to get knocked up with a dead womb full of dead seed. I wasn't glowing. And I didn't look any older or more mature. I did however feel incredibly sexy and that was something new.

I wondered idly if Edward was observing me from his place in the woods. I hoped that he was. I stretched and walked around taunting my possible observer, blew a kiss in that general direction and heard low but distinct laughter. "Tease," he muttered but I could hear the smirk in his words.

I showered, reluctant to wash away the remains of our evening but desperate to get the grime and dust out my hair. Who would have thought that two vampires could nearly bring down a building, just having sex? It was amazing. And I couldn't stop thinking about the sex as I scrubbed myself clean; strawberry shampoo permeating the steam that clouded the small room, enveloping me.

But I had done it. With Edward Cullen. And it had been brutal, aggressive, and magnificent.

Slipped into a soft cotton nightgown, white with pink flowers embroidered on it, I knew it looked more like something a woman my actual age would wear rather than a young girl but I liked it. It was comfortable and felt delectable against my bare, overly sensitized flesh. And finally, I climbed onto the bed, curled up with a battered copy of Austen's complete works and settled in for a night of reading. If only I could have gotten my mind to cooperate.

All I could think of was Edward. His lips, his hands, his cock. I loved the way he spoke, the things he said. At times he sounded like a man out of time and then he would grind into me and whisper harsh, dirty, desperate words in my ear. Both made me melt.

I wanted to be with him. I wanted him there beside me. But I barely knew him, it seemed impossible to fall in love with someone in so little a period of time. Or was that just how it happened with our kind? Bam, you were in love, for all eternity.

Until death do us part was an incredibly serious commitment when you knew you were going to live forever. I sighed, pulled my knees to my chest, and set my book aside. About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward had taken my virginity and I had given it to him willingly. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn't know how potent that part might be - that liked to punish me, hurt me, as much as it did him. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love.

When Saturday morning dawned I knew it would be a clear, beautiful, sunny day. I smelled it on the air. And as such I would be trapped inside, away from Edward and he from me. I thought about stepping out, running to his house, throwing myself into his arms, but knew that Charlie would worry about my being out in the light. I could be seen and how would we explain my condition, as my brother liked to call it, to our neighbors. I did after all sparkle like diamonds and that was highly unusual. So with a sigh I dressed in a pair of cream cashmere drawstring pants and a plain navy blue v-neck tee before venturing downstairs. I made breakfast, bacon and eggs with toast, and eventually got my brother settled in his chair to watch the game. Whatever game it might be. Then I gathered together the laundry and began my chores around the house.

I was finished far too quickly, which left me feeling both bored and annoyed, itching to get out and do something. Instead I opted for yoga. My center was very clearly off, either due to the wild fuck or the near murder, but I needed to sort myself out. Being amped up, as a vampire living with a human and among yet more humans, was a recipe for disaster. My body however, traitorously argued that all I needed was release and that I knew exactly where I could find it.

By mid-afternoon I heard my brother slowly climbing the stairs, changing, and getting ready for work. He stopped in my room, rapping his knuckles on the doorframe. "Any plans for the evening?"

I glanced at him wryly. "Charlie, I never have plans."

His mustache twitched, he coughed, and then, clearly uncomfortable, he grumbled, "Well, that Cullen boy has been hanging about. So…" he trailed off, looking anywhere but at me.

"Edward?"

"I caught him lingering in the bushes earlier," he replied, cocking a suspicious brow.

"You did?" How could I have missed him and Charlie have noticed?

Clearing his throat he said, "Yes, well, tell him that not many things sparkle in the woods around here. You know," he gestured, "other than vampires."

I laughed, "No wonder you're the sheriff." And he actually blushed. "But no, I'm not going out with Edward. We aren't, like," I paused, "dating or anything." And I was impressed by how much I sounded like one of my contemporaries from school.

Another lift to the mustache, that time accompanied by a grin. "Do vampires date? Where exactly would you go for the evening?" He paused for a beat and I knew he had to be going somewhere with his comment, sighed and waited. "The blood bank?" And he chuckled, barely able to control his mirth.

"Har. Thanks a lot for the support, big brother."

"Anytime," he told me. "But in all seriousness, Bella, that one seems unbalanced to me. I don't want him hiding out there anymore. I keep finding uprooted bushes and tramped flowers. So, you just make sure he understands that, alright?" He turned to leave but stopped, "When you see him next. At school, because that's the only place you see him, Bella. You get what I'm saying here?"

"I'm a grown woman, Charlie."

"Yeah," he ruminated, "you keep telling me. But you're still attracting perverts."

"Charlie!" I exploded. But he was gone, the cruiser pulling out of the drive and down the street in a matter of minutes.

I sat there, ruminating on what my brother had said. He had banned a boy from the house, like my father, or my genuine uncle. Edward, not allowed? Did he think I would really listen or was he making a point? Because, rather like a teenager, it only made me want the boy in question more.

And like I had conjured him with my thoughts, he was there, climbing through the window, whistling, "I thought he would never leave," and reaching to pull me into him.

For a prolonged moment I let him just hold me, allowed myself to fold into his embrace, to feel fragile in another creature's arms for a change. When I drew back I eyed him, "Have you really been creeping along the line of our property, spying?"

"What?" he laughed but to my ears it sounded forced.

"I'm sure you heard him," I said. "He saw you. Glittering. In our yard." Edward stared from me and back to the window. "I think you're freaking him out."

"Well," he started, dragging me to the bed and then thinking better of it and laying me on the floor, "why don't we start with you showing me your tits and I'll see if they're still worth getting labeled a Peeping Tom over."

Laughing, I shoved at his granite-like shoulder, barely moving him, and lifting my camisole over my head. "So, what do you think?"

Edward grinned, showing his perfect teeth, shining and fierce. Wet seeped into my pants and I suddenly wished I hadn't worn the scrap of lace panties I had on. I was certainly going to ruin them. Seventy dollars would be flushed down the drain, or lost to Edward's little collection. He had thought he was covert stealing my tights from the alley but I had seen him shove them in his pocket. It was kind of exciting, his obsession. It made me hot, made me want him even more.

The man in question was humming, lips pressed again my left nipple and as he spoke his tongue darted out occasionally to swipe at the aroused bud. "I'm not sure," he murmured in his best doctor voice, "I believe we are going to need to do a further, more in depth examination here.

"You really have the kindest bedside manner," I sighed and his laughter rumbled through my chest.

That night we hunted together and he walked me to the door. And it kind of was like a date, with five dead deer, and a crater in the earth left behind after Edward drilled me into the ground. Repeatedly. With his cock.

"You're hair's a mess," he whispered against my ear as I reached for our hidden key. Charlie was still at the station. But I wasn't inviting Edward in. My brother felt uneasy with him in the house and knowing that he would return home within the hour I wanted to respect that wish. Sort of.

"Goodnight," I said, placing a lingering kiss on his lips, stepping through the door and closing it in his face. I turned on a couple of lights for Charlie and went immediately to my room. Edward was perched on the bed.

"Hello," he grinned. I smiled in return, giggled as I closed the door behind me. My brain was digressing the more time we spent together.

"I wasn't joking," I told him finally, tugging him up. "You need to go home now. Charlie will be here soon and I don't want to upset him."

"Fine, fine," Edward muttered, kissing me again, and then again, grasping, clutching my body against his own and groaning when he finally pulled away. "Goodnight, sweet Isabella."

He was back the following morning, another blessed or cursed with uncommon sunlight, swinging through the window and explaining by way of a greeting, "The sheriff has left the building."

"You really are too lame to be a modern teenager," I teased and he squawked in protest, dragging me down beside him, and resting my head on his shoulder.

We spent that day almost exactly as we had spent the one before it. That was, until the cruiser unexpectedly swerved down the street catching both of our ears. "Charlie!" I squeaked, pointing at the window but my companion merely smiled and shook his head. "Edward," I seethed, "go!"

"You're going to have to deal with this sometime or another."

I wanted to throttle him but he didn't need oxygen to survive so it would have been a waste of precious time. The car door slammed as I pushed and shoved him toward the only exit. Why did he want to get caught? So my brother could have a heart attack and drop dead of shame or anger or both?

"You know, you are almost fifty, Bella."

I gasped, spun on him, "Did you seriously just call me old, at a time like this?"

"Whoa," he paused, hands in the air, "I'm just saying that you're too old, but not old, of course not, and you are still ravishingly gorgeous…"

"Spit it out, Cullen." My gaze was narrowed as I crouched into an attack stance.

For a brief moment he stood frozen in horror then nodded once, shut his trap, and dove for the wardrobe, where he rather adorably hid from my middle aged, human brother. So, I forgave him.

"You're home early," I called down the stairs the moment Charlie entered and hung up his gun.

"Bella, can I see you down here for a moment." And that quickly I was opposite him, staring into his concerned face, and worrying my lower lip. Had I been discovered? Had Lonny reported me? Filed charges or something? The guy had tried to rape me.

"What is it?" I so rarely felt panic that it was a surprise to realized what the emotion clawing its' way through my body actually was.

"I heard something today. Something disturbing." Oh lord, Edward and I had been spotted doing god knows what. How disgraceful and the whole damned town would know by nightfall. School would be an exercise in torture, children whispering, pointing. We would have to leave the state. And it struck me how rapidly I had switched to the idea of we, Edward and I as a team, together. I smiled and then Charlie added, "It's about the Newton boy." And that stopped me short.

"Wait, what? Mike Newton?"

"So, you do know him?"

"Charlie, I go to school with less than four-hundred kids. I memorized War and Peace in one read." He squinted in thought as his lips pursed. "It's a really long book. Trust me, okay? And so, yes, I know him, I know everyone at Forks High School."

"Well, I was in Newton's Hardware earlier. They had some hikers go missing," he seemed confused, "maybe. They're not sure if maybe they just forgot to return their snowshoes. But that's not the point." I nodded, wishing he would hurry up, I could barely stand the suspense. "Mike's mother happened to mention that her son had been talking about you," he blinked but I stayed mute, "a lot."

"Okay," I replied.

"He wants to ask you to some dance," Charlie added gruffly and when I still said nothing his shoulders drooped. "The boy likes you, Bella. And he seems, according to his mother, to think that you return the feelings."

Edward was snapping hangers in the closet. How was he jealous of silly, little Newton? And what the hell was he doing to the clothing that had formerly been on those hangers?

"Oh?"

"Have you done anything to encourage him?"

"I haven't torn his throat out," I answered with a shrug and heard Edward's thankful, quiet laughter drift down from the upper floor.

"But you haven't done anything to give this boy hope?"

"Absolutely not. Newton is a little worm. And my friend Jessica likes him anyway." Charlie looked confused, unsure what that meant. "Girl code," I informed him.

"Right," he nodded, "okay. Well, that was all I wanted to check on."

"You rushed home for that?"

"To see if my baby sister, who is actually nearer to fifty than forty, who happens to be a modestly reformed, blood drinking vampire was flirting with or leading on a sixteen year old boy? Yes."

My eyes widened as I thought about it. "Oh god, when you put it like that I almost feel like I have a gag reflex again." Disgusting.

But what the fuck was with people bringing up my age? I did not like it. Never mention age or weight when you're talking to or about a woman. How was that still unknown to men?

And both Edward and Charlie were older than me! I wanted to stamp my foot but remained still. I would likely go right through the subfloor and we would have a skylight in the basement.

"Mmm, okay. Good," Charlie glanced around awkwardly, eyeing the television in the other room.

"Since you're home and I'm not an undead, child stalker are you going to try and catch some of the game? Want me to grab you a beer?" I offered.

"A beer? Yeah," and he moved toward the recliner but stopped and turned abruptly. "But about this dance," it was my turn to look confused. "I'm just wondering if you're going."

"No. I'm not."

"No one asked you?" He was surprised but my brother had always been puzzled by my stunning lack of boyfriends and popularity. Not that he would approve of me going with a human, or a vampire for that matter, so I don't know who he thought I would attend with.

"Not really a dancer, Charlie," I replied, rapidly striding up the stairs, and looking at him pointedly. "Two left feet." He nodded once more and disappeared. His beer was already waiting for him.

As I closed my door the wardrobe spilled open revealing a rather happy Edward, draped in my clothing, another pair of panties tucked into his pocket. I opted not to comment on his predilection for stealing my undergarments.

"You could go to the dance with me," he suggested, chin resting on my shoulder as he nuzzled my neck.

"Are you asking?"

"Yes, ma'am. Would you, Bella Swan, like to accompany me to the school dance?"

I thought about it for a moment and responded honestly, "No." Edward pouted beautifully, "But I will spend the evening with you," a pause, "in other pursuits." He smirked lecherously. "I didn't mean I was going to fuck you," I added, pushing him back against the wall and crowding his space, cupping his cock, and running my tongue along his lower lip, "but you could take me out. To a movie or something, or down to Seattle, whatever you like."

"But," he thrust against my palm.

"We'll just have to see if you play your cards right," I smiled, diving through the bedroom window, immediately on the scent of a herd of deer. Edward hot on my heels, and chuckling deeply as he reached out to pinch my ass. I was still too fast for him.

A/N - Reviews are wonderful if anyone is still out there to read this piece. It was completed sans beta so I apologize for any errors. Disclaimer - Twilight does not belong to me only this idea does.