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Chapter Nine

"One day I will disappear completely. The letters will mean nothing. The world will get tired of me. You will get tired of me. I will get tired of myself, and die.

But I will never get tired of you. For you, there will be no endings. I will say your name over and over, like a refrain. My prayer to no one.

Then I'll be a flower, the one you'll never pick. And will endure the breathless waiting till boundaries disappear. With nothing to do, I make new constellations.

Images of you as I remember - Dancing. Sitting. Walking... There are stars from a different view. But still, I see nothing but you. Unfurling like a flower.

Swiveling like a leaf... I once dreamed of you sleeping beside me. It was dark then, but the darkness is deeper now. Tonight in my dreams I will see you, my love, clothed only in light...

Like a kite, I've given my self up to the wind. I made friends with the sun. Confused the birds with strange and distant voyages. But it is you that ties the thread and hauls me down.

Like a kite, I will forever hold your hand. And with a burning human longing, in your hands, I surrender. I will never get tired of you.

For you there will be no endings. I will say your name over and over like a refrain. My prayer to no one. You know I will never get far.

And there is no need for my return. I've never been a traveler. For I have never left. I am lost, simply. Wanting to be in a place I've never been, and will never be.

Of all destinations, I long to be lost in the fields of your hair, lost among your thoughts as you are already in mine. You are my imperative to live.

My life started when I loved you. And that's how I want it to end."

I finished off the last letter with a delicate swirl and replaced the black quill in the ink pot.

I picked up the parchment and blew gently, my icy breath drying the scarlet ink as soon as it met it.

My eyes scanned across the delicate calligraphy, so different from the messy scrawl that was Bella Swan's handwriting, once more before I folded it, pressing down across the crease.

I reached for the red candle burning on the corner of the desk and dripped the wax over the edge of the letter, pressing down on it with the ring on my third finger. My signet of BS stared back at me. I flipped the paper over, blank side up.

The hotel suite was peaceful, quiet classical music playing throughout the rooms. I could still hear the hushed rustling of the other occupants within the hotel.

I was alone. Heidi and Alice had gone on a shopping/clubbing spree and wouldn't be back for hours still.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the countless mixed scents of the city that never sleeps.

A flicker of something misplaced emerged within the cornucopia of aromas. A scent more seductive than the finest of perfumes.

My eyes flickered open and shot to the view of the lit up city seen from the balcony of the room. Of course there was going to be vampires in New York.

The missing person's rate was much too high for there to not be and it was a perfect place for us to hunt in. A crowd of people twenty-four/seven, no one ever notices a few missing.

But this was different. Familiar, and not in a good way.

"You followed me here." I stated to the empty boudoir, decorated in French Renaissance style.

A low chuckle echoed in the room. My eyes flicked to the balcony where he stood, silhouetted against the lights of the city. My tongue darted out to trace my lips, a portrayal of nervousness to make him feel in control.

I stood, "Why?"

He didn't answer but I could feel his scorching gaze on me. My muscles tightened involuntarily.

I strode nonchalantly over to the set of Louis Vuitton carry cases that Alice and Heidi had insisted on taking. I slipped the paper in my hand into one of them firmly zipped it up again.

I straightened and instantly knew he was behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. This sent a tingling running down my body to places I would rather it didn't.

This was no time to lose my head. Unlike the other visit, this one was unplanned. Heidi and Alice weren't coming back till tomorrow at the very earliest and I was alone in a hotel room with Edward Cullen.

But first, I had to figure out his intentions.

I turned slowly to face him. His cool breath flowed over my face now and I closed my eyes, savoring the fragrance. I felt his finger tip, tracing down my face and across my bottom lip. I felt a pleasant prickling sensation down my arms.

Warning bells went through my mind and I snapped out of the stupor. My eyes flew open.

He was very close to me, our lips were almost touching. I took a step back only to bump against the bed.

My mind wasn't working properly. My breath came in short bursts. His eyes were so mesmerizing, the blazing gold was almost swirling.

My ceramic bones felt liquidated. His hand reached out and not a single part of me could say that I didn't want it. It reached around my waist and in one short pull, yanked me to him.

We were pressed so close together that I could feel ever inch of his body, especially through his ridiculously tight pants.

Since when did Edward wear pants that tight anyway? Not that I minded. Except in this circumstance. This, I reminded myself was bad. Very bad.

I went to pull myself away (reluctantly) but found that he had no intention of letting me go. I looked up into his wolfish grin.

"Let me go, Edward." I said, making my voice seemed totally unaffected.

"Oh, I don't think so." He replied. I could see his gaze flick around my face, setting for a few heart-stopping moments on my lips before trailing down my body.

I fought to keep my shaking limbs under control. His eyes returned to my face again as an almost cruel smirk emerged on his features. The remnants of the old Edward, my Edward were almost totally erased.

"You know, you remind me of someone I used to know," he started, his gaze still calmly exploring my features.

I almost froze. It was impossible. He couldn't know. Unless I gave him far less credit that he deserved. But I had gone to such lengths to make sure he didn't know.

Completely changing my personality and appearance. I avoided him at every possible moment minus the ones I needed him for. And during those moments I sprayed myself with so much perfume that he couldn't possibly be able to distinguish my smell from that.

In a flash I had all my options laid out in front of me. I could either play it dumb like I did Carlisle but I didn't think this Edward would buy it.

I had barely scraped by with Carlisle and that was only because I was interrupted by Dana Springs. I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to trick Edward that easily.

There was no other option; I had to let him into my plans and hope for the best.

"You two are almost polar opposites but there's something about you that reminds me of her..." Edward continued, still searching my face.

I steeled myself "Edward, I–"

"But then I realised," he cut me off without regard "That you couldn't possibly be the same person."

I stared at him.

"I'm confident that I would recognise B–her. But you on the other hand," He looked down at me "There's something about you; I can't put my finger on it. Your scent?" He leant towards my and ran his nose up my throat, inhaling deeply. I took a sharp breath, shuddering at the sensation.

"Your feel?" He shifted upwards, rubbing his cold cheek against mine. When I was human, the feel of his body was like ice. Cold, solid. It was strange that I didn't notice any of that now. Now the friction of our cheeks together sends a burning down me rather than a chill.

"Or," His face paused and started to slide again until our noses were touching. I was completely still, not even breathing. "Your taste." Gently his smooth pink tongue slid over my bottom lip and back into his mouth.

Then again, this time sucking gently. I couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do a single thing to stop him. Then slowly, his lips eased over mine more and more and before my mind could catch up we were kissing.

It wasn't the soft hesitant kisses we used to share where I would try to deepen it and he would pull back. This time we were both fighting for dominance. I took it, nudging his lips with my tongue. They opened willingly but only so he could take control with his own tongue.

He dug deep into my mouth, tasting and exploring everything. I wasn't worried about his recognising me from that; he was always too cautious to ever get this close to me. It was strange that he would kiss someone he barely knew like this and not the girl he'd been dating for a year.

But right now, the feel of his mouth moving against mine, I couldn't have cared less.

The kiss turned more and more aggressive as if we were both working off our frustration towards each other. My hands reached up and entangled themselves in his hair almost painfully while his arms around my waist pulled me even closer, grinding our bodies together.

I gasped into his mouth and bit down hard on his bottom lip. He let loose a growl in the back of his throat and shoved me back onto the bed.

He wasted no time in pinning me down and attacking my throat with gnawing kisses. My body bucked against his as he bit down hard on my jugular and I let out a throaty moan. "Edward."

He froze. I opened my eyes to see why he wasn't continuing with his ministrations. He was staring down at me with a peculiar expression, almost anger.

"Fuck." he swore violently and jumped off the bed. He landed in a stance, like he was ready for a fight. I rolled over into a crouch. The way he was acting, I wasn't sure there wouldn't be one.

"What is your problem?" I spat.

He glared at me.

I let loose a growl. What the hell was he playing at? I didn't like being screwed with.

It seemed to shock him into his right mind. He straightened up into a formal posture. I noted his body language still seemed defensive.

"I apologize Miss Suicide." He pronounced slowly and coolly.

I stared at him, not leaving from my own defensive crouch.

"That was not my intention in coming here tonight and I am deeply regretful of my actions and how they might have affected me."

I looked at him like he was talking gibberish. He certainly wasn't making any sense.

"What was you intention then?" I asked, as cool and refined as his own tone.

He raised an ironic eyebrow at me. "To congratulate you on your concert. It was…stimulating." and with that he was gone. Out the open terrace doors.

In a split-second I followed, only to the balcony itself. He was already gone, onto the next rooftop like some sort of comic book superhero.

I bet he'd be fucking batman.

"Fucking Cullen!" I snarled after him. I spun back into the room, slamming the balcony doors closed and kicking over an ornamental table, breaking the vase that was perched on it and scattering flowers everywhere.

My fingers curled into fists and I shook them furiously, ready to punch something, anything.

I was so damn furious at myself. Even more than I was at him. I had lost control. I had relinquished myself to him, damming the consequences. I had put my plan in peril.

I had let him play me like a fucking piano.

I screeched, putting all my fury into one single note.

An elaborately framed mirror cracked.

I stormed around the room, stomping my feet and feeling satisfaction with the crunch of the wooden floors splintering beneath my feet.

I stopped suddenly, I still needed an outlet and in that second of silence, the notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sinatra broke through and I thought of one.

I crashed over to the stereo and tuned it until I heard a familiar song with harsh guitar strokes, thundering drums and a screaming voice.

I snatched up my own guitar, put it on the highest frequency and slammed down on it, joining the music playing with my own special brand of rock.

"COWARD!

spit I think I'll spit

For all those girls, who speak contradiction The guy who crept through the shadows everyday to clutch his own conclusion Watch all the blood, as it drips from your veins you coward Godspeed, may your death come quickly

I think I'll take this hate and , SPIT, SPIT, SPIT

Now as it's passed onto the next one I feel a blood rush come right over meYou know you will never be right in the eyes of the ones who know You trusted the devil and she will betray you

Low

Why do I get shit all the time from you men You are swine You think dick is the answer But its not.

Why do I get shit all the time from you men You are swine You think dick is the answer But its not!""

The hurried knocking on the door became more obvious as the song ended.

I hit the last chord and let out a satisfied sigh. A new song began to play in the wake of the old one but I turned down the volume and went to answer the door, tossing my Dior sunglasses on to cover my features.

I already knew who it was before I opened it. The crisp navy uniform of the hotel staff adorned the man who was slightly taken back to come face to face with one of the worlds most elusive celebrities.

"Yes?" I drawled, raising one eyebrow at him over the out-sized glasses.

"Erm, Madam Sui–" he started off.

"Mademoiselle." I corrected.

He flushed "My apologies Mademoiselle Suicide, but we have had quite a few complaints about the noise coming from your suite from the other hotel guests. Unfortunately if the noise persists we will be required to–"

I smirked at him "I'll try to keep it down."

He nodded nervously "Thank you for your cooperation, if there's anything you need?"

I swung the door wider, allowing him a view of the wrecked room. "I think I'll need a fresh vase of flowers brought up, and maybe a new table. I had a little accident with the last one."

He looked like he was about to faint. "Yes…of course, Mademoiselle Suicide. I'll see right to it."

"Thank you." I sung, the picture of innocence, and slammed the door in his face.

"I hate men." I announced to the room.

"And you decided to take it out on the floral arrangements?" Alice asked, climbing in through the same balcony that her brother had exited from not so long ago.

Heidi was already inside, standing in the middle of the room, looking at the destruction with a disapproving eye. "They are going to wonder how you made craters with your feet." She took on her role as a Volturi.

I didn't bat an eye "Then we will change it to something less incriminating. Aren't you going to ask why I'm mad?"

"We already know." Alice informed me "I had a vision so we left the club, which was totally fun by the way, but we missed him obviously."

"Oh," I said unimpressed with myself yet again.

I had forgotten to block Alice's visions from Edward. As a result she'd foreseen his intention in coming here. But thankfully since his future mixed with mine as soon as we saw each other, and I was blocked from her, she wouldn't have seen anything that would lead to a very awkward conversation.

"And even if I hadn't seen him, this place reeks of my brother. What did he want anyway?"

I replied in the utmost composure "He wanted to congratulate me on my performance."

My eyes drifted across the room and halted on the Lois Vuitton bags.

One of them in particular.

Which was unzipped.

With a certain sealed letter missing.

Ooh, letter missing. Lots of secretive kissing. An angry Bella. A gloating Queen Cocaine. This chapter was rather pointless and only served to quench my thirst for a little Bella/Edward lovin'. I found and liked the poem thing so I put it in there; I haven't the slightest where I'm going to go with it and if it's going to actually have a place in the plot at all. Who knows? Anyways, love me for I have updated. You may show your affection in the form of reviews! Glorious reviews!

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