Chapter 10

My body was moving beyond my control, and for some odd reason, i didn't want too. I had become accustomed to the fact that i would always be controlled—either by 'It' or Ace—so it was a surprise when I wanted to break the chains that were always restricting me.

I could feel myself bleeding because those chains were impossible to break.

But i couldn't do nothing—I had to do something. There's this...weird feeling in my heart. I don't understand it one bit.

I can hear voices, but their not the horrible moans and cries of the souls which rot in the world. Their voices, though, it's only one voice. One beautiful, amazing voice.

And i can't believe I'm hearing the voice.

Not because it's gorgeous and it doesn't hurt me—no. It's because this voice, this voice is the one of the soul i want to have so bad.

It was Edward's voice.

My eyes slowly opened, though i was admitted to the same darkness i was in my overly frightening(and i had no clue to why it was that) dream.

Though they say it's impossible for us to sleep—just because it is, there is really no point(we still can, though)—there is always a time during a ritual—the 'knock out' is always worse during blood matters—where once it ends, your body simply turns off.

Damn how i hate these damn rituals...

I sat up, slumping over. I looked over to Ace, who was on the floor—just like me—sound 'asleep'.

I stared at him for a while, contemplating his expression. It was a mixture of pain and anger.

Just great. He was still under the influence.

I stood up silently, making sure not to disturb Ace.

I walked over to him and gazed down, careful to not touch him. I wished i could comfort him, but what would that do?

Biting my bottom lip, i turned around and, with ghostly footsteps, walked over to the doors. My hand was on the knob when Ace said something that caused me to go rigid.

"I hate you."

No matter how many times he said that, i still couldn't get used to it. Hate...such a complicated word that is so hard to describe.

Ace always means pure hate. Always.

No love, no passion. Just hate.

I can clearly understand why, too. Because in reality, it is my fault. Everything is my fault.

I couldn't dislike anything about Ace. Not his truths, not his lies. I could never hate Ace like he hates me.

I didn't reply to Ace's words; I opened the door, and i left too my room.

I walked into the Cullen Manor, wrapped in a white coat with a light color fur hood.

"Edward get your fuckin ass down here!," I hollered up the stairs. I guess i could have been more kind about it, after all, today was the day. But i did have to get back to my normal self, now didn't I?

Even if I had that stupid dream, it didn't mean one bit to me. All Edward is is a juicy, delicious soul for my being.

That's all anyone is. Except Ace, of course.

I glanced at the piano. The way it stood there, glimmering with marble beauty—it was as if pure souls made it up. 'Pure souls' are what we call pure people. Pure people are the best souls anyone can ask for—they even surpass vampires. All that pureness that makes them up...when it turns into blackness, it's like mounts of gold.

I licked my lips at the thought of meeting a pure soul—I was tackle it as soon as i saw it.

The piano though, made my heart clench. No matter how well i could play or sing, i was nothing. Nothing. I couldn't hear my own notes, it was useless to me. The stares of awe and the opened mouths...all just disgusted, mocking expressions to my eyes.

I turn on my heel and walk over to the kitchen which, thankfully, has food in it. Most likely for the werewolf—those dogs can get really hungry. Though it's expected, really—their original form is a carnivore, for fucking's sake.

Opening the drawers, i start getting hungrier and hungrier. When you don't eat souls every day it can come to be like that. I could wipe out their whole kitchen and still be hungry.

Humming, i grabbed two peaches from the fruit drawer(i still can't believe they actually put it in the assigned places) and took out a cutting board and pan. I grabbed a peeler and set the peach on the white board, starting to shed away the skin.

I really hate people who put their peaches in the refrigerator—they turn as hard as apples.

Done with the peeling, i grabbed a knife and started to cut. I made sure to be careful around the gigantic seed-nut in the center. I set down the peaches and then put the pan on the stove, setting it on medium-high.

Snatching up the olive oil, i poured one half ounce of it into the pan evenly.

While the pan heated up, I opened the white sugar holder and took a few pinches, sprinkling them on the peaches evenly.

When the pan heated up enough, i carefully placed the peaches into the pan, and i knew that they were simmering.

I walked over to the fridge and took out the vanilla ice-cream, setting it on the counter.

I flipped the peaches before i reached in a cabinet and grabbed a bowl while my other hand went into the drawer and groped for a spoon.

Setting it right beside the ice-cream, i undid the top to let it soften.

I flipped the peaches until they were lightly brown on both sides, and then i took the pan off the heated burner.

Taking the spoon, i dug it into the vanilla ice-cream and then dumped it into my bowl. One it was full enough, i took the pan and leisurely put the peaches on top. The ice-cream melted under the heat, and the glaze part of the peaches mixed in with it to form brown goo.

Deciding to be rude like i always was, i left the ice-cream on the counter and pan on the stove while i sat down on the arm of the couch, digging into my peaches-and-ice-cream.

(A/N: That is actually a real recipe, be free to use it. The peaches should take about 3-5 minutes)

Edward had came down when i was taking out the peaches, and he had been watching me the whole time.

"Pervert," I grumbled before i thrust a piece of ice-cream into my mouth.

In reality, that could have been a perverted mood. Seriously, who just watches someone cook for five minutes without saying a word?

But if you consider me being 'deaf' and i wouldn't be able to hear him(though i would be able to) then it could just be he tried to get my attention, or knew he couldn't get it, so he didn't say anything.

Still.

Edward was leaning on the stairs, his arms crossed. His eyes were intently placed on me, and i was very pleased by that.

That's right, become infatuated by my presence. Only think about me. Only me.

When had i ever become so possessive, i had no clue.

Finally, to my great dislike, Edward turned to the kitchen and started to clean up my mess.

I did smile, though, through my disappointment. Edward was cleaning up my mess.

He was being my bitch.

What made me so eager about that? Well, I've always been eager about people doing that stuff...(Ace was a no-no, if you still don't understand the fact that i don't like Ace lifting a single finger).

I stared at Edward the whole time, even when he had finished.

Hmm, i wonder...

I looked down at my empty bowl, and then let go of my spoon, which landed inside it. Then, i held it out to Edward.

Edward gazed at me with a confused face, but i could tell he wasn't really confused.

I stayed their for a few long seconds, before Edward grabbed the bowl and i let go. Edward walked back to the kitchen, and started to wash it in the sink.

Yes!, my head cheered. Your so amazing!

The grin that had been plastered on my face immediately went away—as fast as a slap.

'Yes, your so amazing.'

Wait. No...

I blinked, and i forced myself to believe i was talking about myself.

Fuck, Edward, you damn asshole.

Edward came back to me, and he asked, "Are you ready to go, Caleb?"

I stared at him. I only want his soul, I chanted in my head. Yes, that right. That's the only thing i want from this cursed vampire.

Edward raised an eyebrow, and he lifted his hands. 'Caleb?,' He asked.

I snapped out of my thoughts, and gritted my teeth, growling. I stood up and pushed past him, making sure that the force of the push made him loose his balance a little.

I was just about to vanish outside(it didn't matter if he saw me, it would just feed the suspicion, and he had already seen me) when Edward grabbed my wrist.

My head snapped around, and i glared at Edward, scowling. "What?!," i hissed.

"I know who you are," Edward whispered.

"Oh, do you? Took you forever, i swear! How many hints do you have to get to find out something so goddamned obvious!"

What was this anger boiling inside me?

"You know what, Cullen?!" I twisted my hand around, and now Edward was in my grip. "You should be fucking glad i don't rip your damn arm off! ," I cry, and i flick my wrist, bend Edward's back. The bone shattered as i snapped it many different ways in a lightning fast action.

Edward cried out in pain, and i let go.

I was breathing hard on the inside.

Taking a step back, i slowly smirked. "When you get your hand fixed, come find me. I'll be waiting, bastard."

With that, i left, my heart thumping wildly in excitement.

Edward's POV

Alice came running down when Caleb left. I was sitting on the arm of a chair, hissing in pain.

I couldn't believe that sort of reaction— how the hell had he gotten so angry? Now, my hand and wrist were broken in many ways more the one, and it hurt.

And how worse would it have been if he took my arm off?

I was trying to straiten out my bones and muscles, and Alice was barely helping.

"Didn't you see that was going to happen?," i asked her rudely.

"No, Edward. I told you they were sketchy," Alice replies, and she takes one of my fingers and snaps it back into place.

I was about to curse back at her, but i forced my mouth shut. This wasn't Alice's fault. It was mine—I'll admit it. I knew he was sensitive about being touched, and he was out to kill me.

Just the anger...I hadn't expected such an outburst of utmost rage. Yesterday, he had been so...so mild. Today he had blown up.

I was half expecting him to laugh at me in a mockingly way, but i never guessed he would shatter my whole hand.

Damn it hurt too.

I was still pushing my bones back into place when Alice said, "You shouldn't go."

"Why not?," I asked.

Alice looked at me as though i was a stupid mut. "He's trying to kill you!," she exclaimed wildly, something that she never did. Her tone was mixed with concern and...anger? Yes, my little sister was rageful today.

"You and Jasper! The black-haired one is trying to kill Jasper! Edward, why can't you see this?! That thing just broke your hand!"

I stood up quickly in fury, raising my hand to slap her. How dare she call Caleb a thing! "Alice!," i scolded. "Don't you ever say that again!"

Alice gazed at me, confusion and hurt clearly written on her face. I realized what i was about to do—I was about to slap her. I had actually gotten angry—not annoyed, not irritated—at her.

All because she insulted Caleb. My murderer. My blood singer. My...love.

Oh god, my mind thought breathlessly.

I collapsed on the chair, my hand fully recovered. I placed my hand on my head, as if trying to change my thoughts.

Did i love the one who was trying to kill me? The one that hated me?

No. I shook my head slowly, my eyes bulging. I couldn't accept that i had a burning passion for him in my dead heart. I couldn't...

"Edward," Alice said so softly it was almost as though a ghost had said it. "Oh Edward I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

Even though I had hunter only three days before, i was famished. Taking one hand away from my head, i located it on my mouth, where i could feel my fangs extended against my gums.

My throat was dry as the desert, and it was so tight i felt like i was suffocating.

I covered it with my other hand, trying to feel something to tell me I was actually living. I tried to breath, but it was a choked feeling. It was nothing.

"Edward!," Alice gasped in surprise. She took a cautious step back, and I'm glad because i definitely did not want to attack her.

If i was smarter, and maybe less experienced—like Jasper—I might've left to go to a different state to go hunting.

But not even Jasper, if he was given my position, would go. I highly doubt he would, anyway.

I have to go see him. I'm not going to let him control me like he is. I'm going to find out all about him, and i absolutely will not let him get my soul.

I stood up quickly, and i was at the door a millisecond later. But Alice's small hand was wrapped around my arm.

I looked at her, and my heart dropped when i saw her sad, worried eyes. "Please Edward," She pleaded, her tone desperate. "Don't go see him."

I peered at her.

"I'm sorry."

Caleb had changed me.

Alice looked broken when i pulled out of her grasp and ran out the door.

I was waiting for Edward by a tree about two miles away from their house.

I hadn't been waiting long, maybe a minute or two. At that same moment, Edward appeared. He was running, and when i looked at his hand, i realized it was just peachy perfect.

"Hello," I greeted, not able to keep the smirk off my lips. "How was Alice?"

"None of your business, Caleb," Edward replied.

I snorted, uncrossing my arms and leaning back up from the tree. "Sure."

Edward's eyes narrowed. I simply grinned wider.

"So, ready for the trip, dear Edward?," i asked.

"Dear?," he said with emphasis.

"Yes, dear. Now, wanna hear what this whole trip is about?"

Edward raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Questions," I said gleefully. "You can ask all the questions you want."

Edward's eyes widened to orbs. I could just hear is thoughts: Is he serious?!

"Oh yes, I'm serious," I laugh. "Dead serious."

"Will you hurt me again?," he asked.

"Mmm."

Technically, at the end of the day, i would end up hurting him by knowing his true name, but i knew he was talking about physical body pain.

"That hurt?," i chuckle mockingly. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Sarcasm is my best friend.

Edward's eyes narrowed, and he glared at me. "I have allot of questions to ask, Caleb," he hissed.

God he is so fun to play with, i thought absently. It was true—I loved messing around with Edward. His reactions were so cute it was unbearable. He would blush so many times around me if he could. And i could imagine it perfectly—his cheeks would turn bright pink, and they would glow with heat.

And when i touched him....

I shuddered at the thought. I was going to touch him today—those lips, too.

His lips would be so soft and pucker, they would tremble under my own. Oh fuck and his eyes...his eyelids would sweep down, covering the hazel orbs. But not before i could see that lusty, needy, passionate glance of his.

I licked my lips, and a quick lapse of fear exploded in Edward's expression before it died down.

I notice his hands were clawing the inside of his jacket, and Edward was keeping his mouth oddly clamped tight. His throat failed to move—not even gulp.

Oh, he was starving.

I wonder if he can get through all his questions without tackling me, I though joyously.

"Where are we hiking too?," i asked him.

"What?," Edward asked, confusion sewn into his tone. "You invited me to go hiking and you don't even know where we're hiking too?!"

I shook me head. "No. But..."

I stepped closer to Edward. "You do, don't you? You know these woods pretty well, right? You hike in them about every two weeks or so, right?"

Edward's throat moved this time, and it looked as thought he was trying to swallow a lump that had formed.

I winked, crossing my arms and leaning back on my leg, waiting for his answer.

"I...Yes," Edward finally choked out. "Our family likes to travel allot."

It was funny how the Cullen's tried to keep up their secret even though i had said it right to their faces that i knew what they were.

Adorable.

Nothing like sweet, little Alice. "I see," I say. "So, now that you said you knew the forest well, how about you choose a place to hike too."

Edward's jaw clenched. He rolled it to both sides a few seconds later, trying to relax it, before he murmured, "What if you don't like the place we're going to?"

"It's a forest. Trees and moss, Edward," I say sarcastically.

Edward grimaced. "Okay..."

"Then lead the way."

Edward started walking and I followed after him, ready to be hit with questions.

"You are very confusing," Edward finally told me after about five minutes of walking. "Everything about you."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?," i ask.

Edward raised his head to nod, and then stopped. "I don't know," he replied, glancing at me for half a second before his eyes darted away. "It's just a statement. I don't understand you at all."

"Is that hard for you?," i ask. "Are you so used to understanding people that you get scared when you cant? Are you just self-centered and full of yourself?"

Edward's next statement actually surprised me.

"Yes," he whispered lowly.

I almost stopped, i was so stunned. He will admit that what i said is true? He won't fight back? He actually...wow.

"Man," I laugh darkly. "I was right. You Cullen's are just soppy story pity vampires that hate themselves."

"That's not true," Edward replied sternly, and i looked at him.

"That's not true," Edward said again, shaking his head. "We don't take pity on ourselves, and we don't hate what we are."

I snort. "Sure."

"I'm serious," Edward scolds, stopping and glaring at me.

I ignore him, continuing to walk. "The blonde bitch doesn't seem to think that way."

Edward catches up to me a few seconds later. "No. Ever since Alice got into her life, she's mellowed down. Now, she wouldn't do anything to become human again."

"But she will do some things."

"We all would. I don't want to be like this."

"That's what confuses me," I suddenly say, glancing at Edward. "Tell me the reason why you would give being a vampire up. You're a legend, your gorgeous, your immortal, you never die, your skin is harder then diamond. You can date anyone you want, and then you can kill them without ever being noticed."

"True," Edward says, shrugging. "But...we watch everyone die. All of our friends, everyone we love. They all just grow old right in front of our eyes, and then drop dead. And sometimes, i would like to feel pain."

"Emo."

"No. You wouldn't understand unless your like us. I want to feel a blade rip into my flesh, and i want to feel the sting."

"Did you enjoy it when i broke your hand?," I question.

"It was unexpected, so no. I wasn't expecting you to burst out like that."

"You won't find me apologizing."

"I wasn't expecting you too. Being gorgeous," Edward goes on, "Is...annoying. People follow you around, and they want you to love them like they love you. But we can't love them back—their going to die. I'm glad when they give up."

"That's harsh," I laugh.

"Mhm."

It goes silent, and i sigh, digging my foot into the dirt and propelling myself upward another step. Edward goes on.

"Your skin," he announces.

I grin. "It's lovely isn't it? Your skin feels nice, though."

"It's hot and cold at the same time," he drawled, dismissing me. "How?"

"It's my nature," I affirmed.

"Nature as what?"

"Ooooh no you don't Edward!," I exclaim. "That's against the rules! Make sure you don't break anymore, or you'll be sorry!"

I hear his gulp. "Can we talk about your brother?"

"No. That's Whitlock's information."

"H-how did you know his human name?!," Edward gasps.

"He's not human?," I responded with fake fright and confusion. "Well now, that's really scary!"

"Caleb..."

"Don't 'Caleb' me," i growl. "You whine way to much."

"Where'd you go last week?"

"Home," i stated monotonously. "Well, some people would consider it like that."

"How do you consider it?"

"Hell."

"Is that supposed to be a metaphor?"

"If i answer, you could just've broken a rule."

"Never mind then," Edward muttered.

I could tell he was becoming agitated quick, and it made me want to burst out laughing.

Edward stopped asking questions for a while, and that somewhat disappointed me. I wanted Edward to get more irritated, i wanted to see him angry. Like when i first came over to his house.

I let my fingers push against the trees, and i could feel them whimper beneath my touch. I don't know if Edward noticed, but everything i touched with my hands died. It started out with a spot, but in a few days, the whole thing would die.

Life was useless to me.

Edward started his questions up after a while, and i was glad. This certain question was why i had been 'nice' to him yesterday.

I mocked him on considering that 'nice' and he replied that with my attitude, it was. That definitely got me to laugh. Edward acted like he knew me so well; he was obviously a stalker, any way you look at it. But i was a stalker too, when you ponder about it.

I acted in an innocent way i knew Ace would do with Jasper. We were both trained to be very well actors, as you can see.

Ace was a much better actor then me, actually, for Edward did not seem that crazed over my accusation as Ace had told me Jasper did.

"Do you not like it when I'm 'nice', as you so kindly put it?"

"It's weird."

"If you haven't noticed, Edward, I'm weird."

Edward nods, and he gulps again. "I know."

"Oh that's lovely, bastard! You just agreed i was weird! You don't tell people that!"

Edward turned to look at me, and he had his lady-killer, stupid, annoying...gorgeous...perfect crooked smirk on his damned face. He winked at me, and i growled at him.

"No, you don't tell girls their weird."

"You bastard!," i cry, punching his shoulder. The bone break in half, and Edward shrieked to my likings.

"Stop fucking hitting me!," he roars as he puts the bone back into place.

"You called me a girl," i retorted.

"No i didn't!"

"Yes you did. Hurry up."

I had kept walking, so when Edward stopped to fix his shoulder, a distance had grown between us.

He asked me other small questions—about the death of the student who had been in out grade at out school. I knew Iris had done it, but i didn't tell him about it. He asked a question about why i was mean to him, and i only laughed.

"Are you human?," he finally questions, his tone crying tiredness.

I stop, and so does he. Then, i advance on him.

I'm so close.

"Yes," i whisper in his ear. "I am human."

That's when he does something that shocks me into silence.

Edward wraps his arms around me, pulling me flat against him. His lips are right by my ear, and i shudder when his cool voice laces into my head.

"Your not deaf, Caleb. You haven't been looking at my lips at all, and we aren't doing hand signs. You can hear my voice clearly. And no, Caleb. I know who you are. I've seen you vanish out of nowhere. I know you're the one who killed that classmate. And know what else i know?"

Edward pulls me in tighter.

"You want me."

Everything goes silent. My eyes are bulging wide, my mouth is dropped. I don't know why—I knew he had known all this.

Even though he was wrong on the kid, he had known everything else. I had practically said it right in front of his face.

But...

You want me.

Yes, i did want him. And i knew he knew that I wanted his soul—that's what he meant.

But my heart...this damn thing....or is it my brain? I don't know, but their's something more...there is...I want...

No.

I want his soul.

And only his soul.

"Edward," i say huskily in his ear.

Edward tenses, and i know i am free from his tight grasp.

"Eeeeeedward." I moan it this time, passionate and full. It's a whimper-ish moan that I know is making him go wild.

I thrust my hips against him, and Edward groans.

Yes.

I push my body tightly against him, and one of my hands slithers down to his ass, where it squeezes it tightly.

"Ah!," Edward cries out.

Moan for me, my mind coaxes. Moan in the pleasure that I'm giving you, Edward.

I feel my pants tightening, and i grin. I grind against him, and i push him against a tree.

Edward's hands are clapsed around my ass now, and he's groping it while he thrusts his hips against mine, rubbing his boner against me.

It feels so good, and my heart is pounding in excitement.

I want to kiss him.

I start pecking up his neck, though i suck on one spot just below his chin. I nibble at the flesh, then caress it with my tongue, receiving pent up gasps from the vampire.

So close.

I start to kiss his cheek, which i knew would be beet red if he were human. I can feel the corner of his lips.

Almost there—

"Caleb!," Edward gasps, and he pulls my head back with a hand that had suddenly gotten in my hair without me knowing.

And that's when i see it.

His lusty, passionate gaze. His eyes are clouded, misty, with the hunger of me. His eyelids are halfway over them, and i can imagine pink, rosy cheeks...

His pink, pale lips are parted— i can see his tongue.

Then, Edward thrust my head forward, and our lips lock.

A white light explodes in front of my eyes, and information starts to flood into my mind.

Everything.

I grin widely, and i push Edward off me, though I'm the one who is stumbling backwards.

I crash into another tree, and my hands claw into the bark.

I'm panting hard, and my heart is beating wildly in my chest.

A grin is plastered on my face, and i know that i must look deranged.

Edward stares at me with horror and confusion.

I start to laugh. It's low and slow at first, but it ends up into a roar.

I can't even believe it.

I know Edward's true name.

Edward is mine.

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