A/N
Stephenie Meyer gave him sparkles. I gave him a knife and a sex drive. Shrugs.
lambcullen owns a pink pen made of win and she also owns me. Nom nom nom.
Snshyne, you're still on the team…catch you next time.
Speshul thx to roselover for pre-reading at short notice. I loves you lots.
Songs for your pleasure:
Syriana Theme: Alexandre Desplat
Bloodsport: Sneakerpimps
Gypsy Music: Red Violin Soundtrack
Paint It Black: Rolling Stones flamenco cover by Nathan Hinojosa
Perfect Drug: Nine Inch Nails
"If the swift moment I entreat: Tarry a while! You are so fair! Then forge the shackles to my feet" Faust's Tragedy, by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
BPOV
Sunday was a dark day in the theatre, but Monday was all business. Which meant meetings with James and the rest of the department heads. Christmas season was always busy and our theater was famous for providing anti-thesis Christmas plays. This year, we had accepted and scheduled a very dark version of Sleeping Beauty.
The rehearsals had already started for it, the set already built and on stage, in anticipation of the big push to Christmas. During the empty period between Inferno, the theater hosted smaller concert pieces by local artists as well as other miscellaneous acts to keep revenue flowing between productions.
I was watching Yorkie and Newton go through lighting cues, talking to each other through their headsets between the stage and the booth when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I pulled it out, seeing there was a text message from Edward.
Bella-I regret to inform you I will not be able to make it to the Bauhaus. However, I would like to see you Saturday if you will accompany me out. -E
I pursed my lips. I wonder why he was canceling. I was dying to ask him but if he wanted me to know, he would have told me.
Saturdays fine but Im working Do u want 2 meet me at backstage door around 9:30 x
I sent the text and bit my lip, hoping he would reply soon.
I will meet you at 9:30. -E
When he texted me back so quickly, my gut tightened, and I drew in this quick little breath. I could just see him sitting there, his brows narrowed in concentration, his fingers working over the buttons, the line of his jaw flexing while he typed his message, his dark eyes brooding and intense.
Sigh.
Bella Swan, did you actually just sigh?
I made a face at my internal self and told her to fuck off. I was having a fucking moment here.
***
EPOV
I placed the phone in my pocket, satisfied that my issue was taken care of.
I had fed the other night, the entire episode thoroughly robotic.
Fuck. Drink. Escape.
I was merely sustaining myself and the frustration that came with that was only making me worse. The sex was angrier, rougher, darker. For the first time in a long time, I had felt a disgust not only with the act but with myself.
The excitement of watching the final throes of ecstasy, hearing those blindingly oblivious thoughts usually captivated me; a drug that I constantly wanted more of.
However, last evening had been almost boring. The noisy thoughts and different smells an annoyance. There was no thrill, no enjoyment, no satisfaction.
Pure Disgust.
I drew in air to my useless lungs, and even now my besotted mind hoped for even the hint of her smell. And as a lab rat pressed a lever and received a reward, I could smell the box upstairs which still hinted at her distinctive fragrance.
There was this conflict, a struggle between wanting her carnally and wanting her for the pure enjoyment of tasting her dark blood run over my tongue and down my throat. I growled in frustration both struggling, scraping and fighting for release.
I needed out of this house. This place, that was way too close to her.
I grabbed my sunglasses and my coat, sliding them both on. My car keys were where I had left them and I slinked to the garage.
Getting into the car, I opened the garage door and quickly backed out. Not sure where I was headed I made my way into the city. Before my mind had checked the impulse, I was in front Alice's. I parked and got out and she let me in without hesitation.
She opened the door to her apartment, her eyebrows raised and then narrowing as her citrine eyes looked into mine. She flounced away from me, her unnatural beauty hard with annoyance.
Feeling a little lost, brother of mine?
I cleared my throat and stepped over the threshold. She kept her back to me as we walked into the living room.
"You could say that." I took a seat in my usual spot on the couch and she sat opposite me, like some femme fatale character. All that she was missing was a cigarette. Her darkly bobbed hair was smooth and harsh against her tiny features.
"Well then. Spill what's on your mind. I promise not to peek." she said and her mind went blank, and I was unsure for whom she meant that benefit.
"I have spoken with Marcus."
She seemed unsurprised . She was silent, expecting me to continue.
"He seems to think I have found something of great value."
Her answer was a single raised artfully arched eyebrow.
"He suspects I have found my singer and...more."
Alice looked at me, her face and mind blank but then she opened a door and allowed me to peek inside her mind a second before she reacted. A picture of myself, angry and unsatisfied from last night.
She snorted. Then she laughed, a tinkling sound that peeled around the silent room. Her perfect teeth razor sharp as she enjoyed her own joke at my expense. She attempted sobriety as I shot her a dark look.
"Edward, only you. You are such a bastard, I believe fate has caught up with you finally, and is enjoying the hold she has on your balls."
She clapped her hands loudly as she guffawed, "Oh, this is too perfect. Wait till I tell Jasper. Edward finds his mate, and he has to resist killing her. How cliché, Edward. Really, you are the biggest drama queen I have ever met. The best part is, you haven't changed a bit."
I narrowed my eyes at her and she knew she was getting to me.
"I mean, you storm out of Carlisle and Esme's lives how long ago? Then you show up here, hoping for what? Understanding? Support?" She sighed, "You are over a century old, it's time to get over yourself a little."
"Quite right, sister dear. I am old enough to make my own choices and decisions and not to be seen as some sort of progeny to be parented for the rest of eternity." My eyes glared into hers, and we attempted to stare each other down.
She quirked a smile at me and her expression gentled, "I suppose you may have a point. But you are a member of our family, our coven. Even if you try to go nomad, there will always be a small part of you that belongs to us."
I said nothing in response, and the silence stretched between us.
She sat back on the couch and smiled all too sweetly, "So did you and Emmett have a nice chat?"
I snarled at the memory, close to goal and having it stolen from me.
I stood up swiftly, intending to leave. She was at my side, her hand on my arm.
"Don't go, Edward. I'll play nice. Let me help you." Her eyes, so different from mine, pleaded.
I turned away from her and walked towards the door, opening and closing it quietly, her thoughts following me.
You can't keep this up forever, Edward.
I went and sat in the car. The urge to punch the steering wheel was nearly overwhelming, but breaking the car would only exacerbate my temper.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked up a number I had not used in a decade. I pressed dial and held the phone to my ear.
It was answered after the third ring.
"Edward."
"Caius. New York?"
"Yes. Can I expect you?"
"Yes. Tomorrow."
"Charter jet can have you here tonight."
"Tonight."
"Excellent."
The call was ended from his end first. There was something about Caius that would always make me shudder, always cause a certain curl around my lip when I thought of him. But as far as mentors went, he was the only one willing.
Caius was also a member of the Volturi, the same ruling house that Marcus belonged to. Caius was colder than Marcus, more calculating. He had to be, I supposed, as he was the only third of the monarchy that did not have any more special ability than a normal vampire. His age gave him clout, his experienced span on Earth impressive enough.
When I had extracted myself from the ties of my coven, I had roamed, wild, hungry, and seemingly caught between two worlds. Light and dark, push and pull, right and wrong. When I looked in the mirror in a gas station bathroom, the last traces of golden redemption from following the rules looked back at me. They weren't my eyes, they were my father's.
And I hated him and myself.
I starved myself, unwilling to follow Carlisle's ways, and unsure if I would be able to follow the instinctive urges of my own primal beast. I was desperate to prove him wrong, to show him I could live quite happily from the flesh of what we were made to hunt.
That was when Caius had found me. I was very sick, or as sick as my kind could be. I was ravenous, my body ached, my eyes dark and sunken, and my face cadaverous.
He was in his prime, his eyes ruby red, his skin glowing, his blond hair clubbed back behind his head. He was immaculately dressed compared to my ragged appearance.
He had taken it upon himself to feed me. He brought me a young girl, a college student. Her thoughts were numbed with alcohol, her body young and healthy. She was an offering I took willingly, the reward of her dark elixir sliding over my tongue, down my throat and settling in my dormant insides. I was dead. I was alive.
And because of my greed, she was not. Her death tore at me, shame ripping through me as I held her in my arms. Caius laughed when I wiped her blood from my chin.
Do not fight what you are, Edward.
I looked away from him as he stepped closer to me.
They are cattle: stupid, ungrateful, selfish.
I stayed with him, slowly regaining my health but the loathing I felt was killing the very last vestiges of my humanity.
One evening I was huddled over my latest obscenity, wasted in front of me.
Come. Let me show you something.
His mind showed me pictures of a dark room with flashing lights. He lifted me up and away from the corpse in my lap.
You will need to change, first. You cannot go out in the rags you've been wandering in.
He led me to his apartment, which was a dark cold loft, lined with books. There was a bed along the far wall, and a fireplace. Above the fireplace, a TV was mounted on the wall. The entire place would have been cold had every wall not been painted red.
He threw clothes at me and said he would meet me downstairs on the street. He left, closing the door behind him. I changed and threw my old clothes away. The expensive cut of the trousers fit very well, and the shirt was crisp, the stark white fabric sliding over my skin.
I met him downstairs and his mind was unsettlingly silent as he led me through alleys and down dark streets. Finally we stopped in front of a club, base beating frantically inside. Caius sailed past the bouncers and I followed him.
Inside, humans provided a soft crush, and if he had not fed me beforehand, I would have taken the entire room and instead of one death on my conscience this evening, it would have been fifty. Warmth pressed against me, and my body reacted to it, wanting to bring it closer, to feed.
Thoughts swirled in my head, and I closed my eyes trying to shut it out.
I put my nose to the air and inhaled, enjoying the waft like a human enjoyed the aroma of a meal being prepared, stewing, simmering.
We sat in a round booth at the back of the club in a dark quiet corner. Within five minutes of sitting down, women surrounded us. Their clothes were revealing, their scent mouth-watering. They were diverse, two blondes, a brunette, and a dark skinned girl with exotic features.
Caius chatted to them and they fawned over him, but hesitated in their approach to me.
His eyes met mine, Relax Edward. You will scare them away.
Although I could see perfectly in the dark, a strobe light constantly flashed, making the movement around us seem animated, as if I was missing something between flashes. The girls seemed to move in on us, like a pack of hyenas on a fresh kill.
I watched as the girl with the exotic almond eyes sat next to him. He turned towards her and kissed her, his mouth hungry and I felt intrusive, sitting there. Then he turned his head from her and kissed the blonde to his right, her hands in his hair, his hand caressing her chin. He sat back and exhaled as the two girls leaned in and kissed each other.
The aroused, but slightly drowsy, thoughts of the girls around us grew hazy. There was the flash of a knife in his hand, and he gently pulled the two girls apart. He kissed them both again, enjoying what they offered. I watched the blonde disappear under the table, as he kissed the other girl. The distinct rasp of a zipper could be heard by my sensitive ears above the baseline of the music.
Caius nibbled down the dark beauty's neck, his hand cupping her breast with his free hand.
There was a girl on the other side of me and I looked at her as she sat down.
Oh my God, he is gorgeous.
I sighed, bored with the same old reactions to unnatural beauty.
Her eyes unfocused for a second and she leaned into me, whispering in my ear, "I want to fuck you."
Her hand slid up my thigh, my cock hard from the erotic sounds, sights and smells around us. She undid my trousers, and I felt her skin, hot against mine, as her hand delved inside. I hissed as her fingers wrapped around the shaft of my cock.
Her eyes were hooded when she moved closer to me and her tongue licked my bottom lip as she squeezed me.
I need you inside me.
Caius knife flashed out of the corner of my eye, and my senses processed the tang of fresh dark nectar on the air.
I snarled low in my chest but it was swallowed by the loud house music around us. Caius drank from the neck of the girl and she arched against him, aroused by his ministrations. Her fingers fisted in his shirt and she angled her neck giving him easier access. His tongue lapped at her, making his venom sweetly close the wound when he was finished.
He licked the knife clean and handed it to me. As he did so, the girl who had been under the table reappeared, wiping her mouth.
Everything around me seemed charged with a sinisterly stimulating energy. The girl with my cock in her hands was kissing my throat, her fingers in my hair, her nails on my scalp. She moved then, bringing my cock out before straddling me, her skirt riding high. Her hands balanced on my shoulders and I exhaled as she sighed before sinking down, my cock inside her vibrating and pulsing with her heartbeat.
She bit her lip then and ground against me. She moaned hotly before moving steadily, riding me, her hips moving up and down. She was hot, wet, willing, and her thoughts were desperately trying to reach a pinnacle as she went faster and faster.
The knife, Edward. Use the knife.
Could I do it? Would I be able to keep myself from killing her. I gripped the handle in my hand. Her neck was so close, her blood pounding, calling to me hypnotically as she went faster and faster. Her thoughts burned wildly in my mind as she fucked me.
Fuck me, oh God, oh God, oh yes.
She cried out softly, her orgasm intense, her thoughts scattering.
She lay her head on my shoulder, trying to recover. She panted, her scent and the smell of her sex filling my nostrils. I brought the knife up, no longer able to resist the fruit she offered.
I found the sweet spot of her aorta and made my incision. The blood flowed freely, and I caught it with my mouth. It was like warm gentle rain, soothing and nourishing. I was still inside her as I sucked at her neck and she flinched, her hips moving and she whimpered, cumming again.
I gave as I got, emptying myself inside her as her blood pulsed into my mouth.
I did as Caius had done, using a small amount of my venom to close over the wound.
I leaned back against the booth, sated.
I lifted her from me, withdrawing, and set her beside me. She got up and staggered away. I adjusted my clothes and Caius motioned that we should leave.
I sat, wide eyed as he stood up, smirking at me.
Come, Edward.
And I followed him because he made a path worth following.
***
EPOV
I found his apartment easily, and when I opened the door, I found it unchanged, the red paint, the black worktops, even the books seemed untouched.
The smell of flesh, blood, and human arousal filled the room.
Caius lay naked on his bed, surround by what appeared to be sleeping nude women. He pulled the white linen sheet up and licked his lips which were drawn in a smug smirk. His eyes were bright red and sparkled predatorily.
And to what do I owe this visit, young Edward.
I looked out the window at the gray overcast sky, small shots of sunlight peeked through but were quickly swallowed up by cloud.
"I am unsure."
He was silent, waiting for me to continue.
I tried from another angle.
"I have spoken with Marcus."
He snorted.
Marcus is a fool. He remains on a level with myself and Aro because he is what he is. What nonsense has he filled your head with?
"Il mio cantante."
That got his attention. His mind worked quickly, going through scenarios, different reports of elusive singers, the blood described as close to heaven as our kind would ever get.
Verified?
I shook my head, "No. But Marcus thinks the potential bond between us is stronger than anything he has ever seen. Ever."
The only way to verify a singer was for the listener to dissect the song, note by bloody note.
Caius did not believe in singers, or reports of them. Usually.
Nonsense. If she's in your blood, be in hers, be in her and move on. They are food, Edward. They are sustenance, not mythical creatures. We are the superior beings, Edward.
I looked over at him then, his eyes burning, incensed. One of the women started to stir, her heartbeat awake.
I must have drank more than I thought. She sat up, seeing the sheets, the women beside her, and took in her own nudity. Her red hair flaming around her pale delicate shoulders. Her breathing quickened, and she looked at Caius. His icy blond hair loose and gracing his shoulders.
She noticed his eyes, her thoughts panicked and swirling in her head as her heart beat with fear.
I'm dreaming. This can't be real. Not real. Not real.
She said it out loud, "Not real."
"I'm afraid it is, my pet." he purred.
His eyes went back to me as he reached over and snapped her neck.
He laughed. You see, Edward? They are meaningless. Toys for play.
I looked at him, and felt that familiar curl to my lip as I turned and walked out. I stiffened, experiencing de ja vu as his thoughts followed me out.
You can't keep this up forever, Edward.
I moved out on to the street below, finding myself back in that alley. My mind showed me her corpse, still warm. No rigor, no pulse, still fresh, still young, her heart healthy, her thoughts had slowly faded, quieter and quieter as she sank further.
I exhaled a breath, wondering if I could find equilibrium between the dark self, and the darker self.
***
BPOV
I refused to be nervous. Incredibly fuck hot guy was meeting me after work. We would go out for a few drinks. I would stare at his hands, his sex hair, his dark eyes. He would do that heated look thing he does which makes me wonder why I bothered with underwear at all when it continued to melt in his presence.
I tugged at the black lace dress, the scalloped edges that ran high around the back of my neck and ended in a low v between my breasts. A small mini corset cinched in at my waist and tied in the back. The edges of the dress were scalloped lace as well, just above my knees but ended in a slit up my left thigh.
Angela had insisted on the tiny corset, had pulled it from the costume room and laced me into it. I had applied dark black eyeliner to my top lids, flicking it out at the end. My lips were blood red, making my teeth seem white even in the muted light of the locker room.
I wore black satin peep toe shoes. They had little black ribbons that tied around my ankles. I shoved into my leather jacket and pulled my black hair loose.
I stepped out and Angela was carrying some cloth to the sewing room.
"Holy shit, girl. Look at your sexy vampy self."
I blushed and looked down at my outfit.
"Are you sure this isn't too much?"
"Um, Bella. I'm about to switch teams and steal you for myself. Now get out of here before Yorkie sees you and shoots his load." She smiled at me, and I huffed a laugh.
"Bye, Angela."
"Go get some, honey."
Oh God.
I went outside and waited at the doors. I lit a cigarette and blew smoke into the night air, the steam of my breath and the cigarette smoke streaming above me. I watched it curl like a ghost expelled and it floated upward towards the night sky.
He appeared, his walk unmistakable and my kitty went on high alert. God, why does he have to smirk like that when he looks at me. I bit my lip, hoping the smudge proof lipstick stuck to it's word.
He was closer now, his dark eyes watching me and a brightness was in them I hadn't seen before.
"Hi." His voice curled around me and I stubbed out my cigarette on the brick side of the building and dropped it in the metal box designated for dead ends.
"Hi."
"Are you ready?"
"Definitely."
He offered his arm and I took it, his body brushing against mine and I closed my eyes briefly, trying not to melt into my expensive shoes.
"You smell lovely."
I wasn't wearing perfume, having forgotten it when I packed my things this morning to get ready after work.
"Um, thanks."
We walked quietly and he led me along the streets.
"So um. Where are we going?" I was dying to know, wondering what he had in mind other than coffee.
"You'll see."
The next few blocks were filled with heated silence, slight brushes, his fingers stroking over mine. His footsteps measured and slow, matching mine.
We stopped outside a steel door, and I could hear what sounded like Latin music inside. I followed him in, checking our coats at the door. This left him in his crisp white shirt, slightly unbuttoned and black trousers, his shoes highly glossed even in the dull overhead light.
The Latin music was louder now, filling the small hall that led to a set of stairs. Edward helped me down and I nearly stumbled into him on the last step. He caught me, his arms around me and my heart kicked up, matching the faster drums on the other side of the wooden door at the bottom of the stares. His eyes bore into mine, and in the small light at the bottom of the stairs, I swore they almost seemed a dark crimson.
I blinked and we were walking through the door. The light was red and blue gels, aimed at the stage and the dance floor, a group of men played various instruments and the percussion beat around the room involving everyone, on and off the dance floor.
I watched the couples moving in front of the small stage, their bodies artfully finding rhythm and undulating underneath the red spotlight. The live band was loud, the air fully charged with something I had never felt before. I was fully aware of Edward's hand at my back and he leaned over to speak in my ear over the music.
"I can feel you hesitating."
I looked at him, his eyes searching mine and I moved to speak in his ear, "I don't dance, Edward."
His eyes met mine again and he leaned towards my ear. This time, his lips brushed against the shell and I shivered, "Maybe you haven't found the right partner, Bella."
The way he said my name, his perfect lips brushing against my ear, my nipples tightened automatically. The drum beats matched my quickened pulse. We were on the edge of the floor now and I was standing at his side. He pulled me up against his chest suddenly, his moves lightning quick. My breasts were smashed against him, my breathing in pants as the drums seemed to fill my chest, beating inside me until I could actually feel it in my lungs.
Being this close to him, I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate under the lights, the crowded club beginning to be too much. His lips were at my ear again.
"Breathe, Bella. I won't let anything happen that you don't want to happen." I moved my head so my cheek rested against his. I closed my eyes and calmed myself down.
"They are playing a Tango, Bella."
I opened my eyes and tried to shift back from him, but he had a hand at my back, anchoring me there.
"It's about dominance, Bella. Rigid and seductive control."
His other hand moved up my side slowly, over my hip, along my ribcage, his palm moving slowly over edge of my breast. He moved my arm until it raised over my head, my elbow bent. He brushed his hand back down, sending tingles and goose bumps running over my skin. The introduction of the song finished and he whipped me closer, my hand in his.
"Put your other arm over mine." I moved my arm so it rested over his, my hand at his back. "Yes. Like that."
He pulled me on the floor and I started to trip over my feet.
His hand shifted at my back, his other hand squeezing mine.
"Bella."
I looked into his eyes and could feel his body rigid and dominant against mine."In this dance, do not worry about your body; it is mine. Feel the music, the rhythm, not the melody." We began to move slowly, and I tried to follow his instruction wanting to desperately not to suck at this.For once in your life, Bella Swan, do not fuck this up.The dancers around us were not paying any attention to me, and I relaxed a little. I closed my eyes, and felt his chest against mine, his hips pressed intimately to me; we seemed to fit music was darker, deeper, and his voice was a low, seductive growl in my ear, "Feel it, Bella. Feel me, moving with you, against you, over you, on you. Feel it in your blood, Bella. I want to be in your blood."
And I surrendered. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his guiding hands, trying to move with him instead of against him. He led, I followed, his body working with mine and I was aware of my nipples pressed against his chest, his hand at my back, the wet between my legs. He pressed closer, and I could feel him hard between us.
I drew in a breath, only aware of him, his hands, and the way I wanted to be pressed against him, naked. His eyes captured mine and I wanted to devour him, his lips, my hands pulling at his hair. I wanted to have crazy wild sex with him, fuck him till I screamed and he moaned-
He leaned down to growl in my ear, "Let's get the fuck out of here."
The way he said fuck sent a thrill from my belly to settle between my legs.
He didn't even wait for an answer.
We were up the steps, our coats reclaimed. His keys in his hands, we were in his car, the engine growling loudly as he ate up the road fast.
"My place."
He pulled into the drive and I opened the garage, the door sliding open and he parked beside the Mustang. The garage door closed behind us.
We were in the house, the door shutting behind us. My purse thunked to the floor where I dropped it. His arms caught me and as his mouth moving over mine. My breathing was heavy with his and I couldn't get enough of him. He kissed me, deeply, and I reached for the buttons on his shirt. His hands held my face before moving down my back and over my ass.
He pulled my dress up and against my lips he said, "Take your thong off."
I reached down and pulled at the straps until they were loose and he shoved it down the rest of the way. My hands were on his shoulders as he bent to take it off and I stepped out of it. Running his hands back up my legs, he cupped my ass before lifting me and slamming me roughly against the door.
"Fuck yes," I rasped as he kissed my throat, supporting me with his weight, and I wrapped my legs around him.
He was undoing his zipper, and they fell with a clunk, his car keys weighing them. His cock was between us and I didn't want to wait anymore, I needed him inside, badly.
He plunged deep and my insides shivered, melted, and I was full. He moved, his breath in my ear as he thrust in and out of me, my back against the wall as he set rhythm and pace. I bit my lip, desperate for more, whimpering every time he buried himself deeper inside.
My hands on his shoulders moved into his hair as he labored. I pulled slightly so his face was close to mine. I kissed his mouth but he quickly took over, his tongue searching and possessive.
With each dominating thrust, I moved my hips against him, the grind and friction between us desperate. My heart raced and a warmth traveled up my legs, the muscles of my thighs, and I felt myself crack, then shatter in his arms. I pulled his hair and cried out and I felt his lips ghost over my neck, mumbling.
It was blinding, white hot and he snarled in my ear as he came inside me. The sound incredibly arousing and as he moved one last time, the pulse built and took me over again.
I was panting in his arms, my eyes squeezed tightly shut. My body felt rubbery. He held me, but his hands seemed unsure. I opened my eyes when he moved and they connected with his. They were darkly satisfied, and I blushed under his knowing stare.
He withdrew, and I moaned, the loss immediate. He let me down slowly, my body sliding against his until my heels touched the floor.
Without taking his eyes from mine, he pulled his trousers back up. My legs seemed unsteady, as I bent to untie the bows around my ankles so I could step out of them.
As I did so, I set them on the kitchen island and retrieved my bag from the floor. I dug inside, finding my cigarettes and lighter.
"Do you mind if I…?"
He shook his head.
I lit that cigarette and exhaled the smoky air.
Jesus Fucking Hot Rod Christ.
Again. I want to do it again. I felt like that kid who had just ridden her first roller coaster ride, and wanted to be in line again.
His arms circled me from behind and I shivered, as his nose skimmed my neck.
"And you said you don't dance, Miss Swan. You're a natural."
He started kissing up the column and I could feel my body reacting, ready again as his lips sucked my earlobe.
The door bell rang and Edward made an odd low sound against my neck.
"Ignore it," he hissed in my ear.
The door was pounded on next, "Bella, I saw you pull up. Answer the fucking door."
Jake. Fucking Jake.
I looked into Edward's dark eyes and nearly came on the spot, the want in his eyes was something I could almost taste.
"Just let me get rid of him."
He hesitated for a second and then slowly let go of me.
I walked on unsteady legs, rearranging my dress and wiping at my mouth, hoping I wouldn't have that freshly fucked look about me.
I braced myself and then opened the door.
"What?" I said coldly.
He stood there, his huge frame taking up the front stoop. His wide shoulders and muscles had fascinated me once, but they only stood for lying cheating asshole now.
"We need to talk, can I come in?"
"Nothing to talk about, Jake. Fuck off back to your plastic life and leave me to mine."
"I see you've changed your attitude," His eyes took me in from my toes, working up my legs and over my dress before studying my face, his eyes narrowing, "Those clothes and make up don't make any difference, you know."
"You can go straight to hell, Jake. Do not pass go, do not collect your two hundred bucks."
"You've got quite a mouth on you now."
I shifted, frustrated that he wouldn't take a blatant hint, "I've always had a mouth on me, Jake. I've learned to use it a lot better since I got rid of the fucking dog I had for a husband."
His eyes flashed with anger and his jaw tightened. He clenched his fists and I stepped back from the door, intending to shut it in his face.
I cleared my throat, hoping Edward couldn't hear this exchange. Keeping my voice low, I fixed him with my best bitchface, "Typical Jake, fucking typical. You show up here, thinking you can just talk to me and I'll go along with it. Can you please just leave?"
His eyes scrutinized my face again, "Why are you so eager to get rid of me?"
"That is none of your business. My life is no longer your business."
He stepped forward, "I'm about to make it my business."
"I think you better leave now, Jake. And do not come back."
"What if I don't want to leave?"
I snorted, "Are you fucking high? Fuck. Off."
I tried to shut the door in his face, adrenaline running through me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed. My heartbeat increased and I could feel a film of sweat on my skin. All my kickboxing training, and the moment he touches me, I'm paralyzed. A dear caught in headlights and I'm that Bella again.
That Bella without any backbone, who let him run circles around me and over me.
I tried to regain my wits with two hundred forty pounds of second string QB trying to force his way inside my house.
Edward was behind me then, and my mind slowed as action sped around me. Edward dislodged Jacob's grip on my hand and shoved me behind him. Then he had Jacob by the throat and squeezed lightly. Jacob's eyes bulged at the naked aggression radiating from Edward.
"It would appear Ms Swan has asked you to fuck off from her presence, Mr Black. I find it unacceptable that you choose to not only try to force your way in, but also that you think using force and disparaging remarks to any female is appropriate. I am holding you by your neck and if I move my thumb here," Edward indicated by moving his thumb, "It cuts off your air supply. And if I moved my fingers just so," again, he demonstrated, "It cuts off the supply of oxygen filled blood to your head. Shall we find out what else I can do with my fingers, Mr Black?"
A/N
I wanna see what he can do with his fingers. Yes I do.
General Housekeeping:
1-Lambcullen and I are hosting a contest along with some other gorgeous ladeez. (The Black Balloon Contest) We want your angst. Gimme. Bet you can't make me cry!
http://www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/u/2247006/Black_Balloon_Contest
2-With all the fuckery of late, if Incubus should get dumped, he is posted and up to date here:
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Nb: we are in the queue at twilighted and are awaiting approval. You can find him at the writer's coffee shop if the ship goes down. I will be moving other fics there over the weekend.
3-Just wanna say thanks again to all the support for this story.
4-Lambie and I conducted an interview of each other over at southern fanfic reviews...you should totes check it out!
5- I am on the twittah elusivekoolaid...come get some!
Lastly, funfetti and fireworks…Happy 1 year Anniversary to JAG and all the gals over at RAoR. Made of win…swearsit.