Alice in Wonderland

We're like possesed, wrapped in an urgency that knows no limits. We tear off our clothes, hardly able to wait to belong to each other. Our kisses might set the room on fire, but we don't pay attention to it.

He looks at my naked body and whispers, "You're so beautiful."

But no, he's the beautiful one. A perfectly carved marble chest, a figure that is flawless in every way. He moves back and forth, and the contact of his body against my boiling skin is deliciously cold. Not the horrible, painful coldness of Aro's body here, no, this is a wonderful freshness I can't get tired of.

We roll on the bed, with his hungry lips and hands all over my body, and viceversa. I love knowing myself desired so intensely, enjoyed so deeply. I love being able to provide such pleasure, and that someone cares so much to give me that same pleasure. For, I have to admit, he's amazing at this kind of thing. Even though his desire, his almost wild need, are palpable in the air, he's a gentle lover, with soft, delicate movements whose passion makes them even more tender. When you see him for the first time, so calm and reserved, always proper and controlled, you can never imagine there's this ardent man behind, and I'm just so happy to be the one to enjoy him, to get all his beauty, his strenght, his... love.

And it's just so convenient that a human like me can't hurt a vamp like him. Otherwise my nails, sometimes sunk on his shoulders, sometimes scraping his back, my fingers, pulling his hair, or my teeth, that bite his neck as if I were the vampire, would not be very nice at all. But they are, I think, or he wouldn't growl the way he does, whisper those intelligible words in my ear. His hands moves over my legs and torso, and his lips seal mine. He's just so damn good at this...

Then I belong completely to him, I'm nothing but his, body and soul consagrated to my man, the only one I love. He thrusts in and out quickly, giving me more pleasure, more ecstasy than I thought it could possibly exist, and I feel this is my real first time. I moan, cry out, and all the filth, all the disgusting things I've experienced in the past, everything is gone, for now I'm truly Alice in Wonderland, this out of body experience beats anything else I've felt before.

"I wanted to do this to you since the very first second I saw you," he mutters as he thrusts and kises me, and the knowledge makes me moan even louder. Oh dear, give it a minute and I'll run out of voice.

We fit together so perfectly, puzzle pieces perfectly created. And when he's done, we look at each other, panting, breathless, exhausted.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you," I answer.

We kiss softly, and that kiss gives us more strenght. We start all over again, now taking our time, doing it sweet and slowly, enjoying every second of it. When, finally, we're really done, he opens his arms and I curl against his chest. Time passes and I don't even notice it, loving and being so loved as now.

But everything has to end, no matter how beautiful, unbelievable, amazing it is. I am forced to get out of the bed if I want to arrive to the castle on time. It does take me a while, because Jasper is set not to let me go and we spend a while playing and fighting. But in the end I manage to shower –I need to hide the scent- and get dressed. We go downstairs and he kisses me once more before giving me a small bottle.

"It's the citrus perfume I promised to get you," he explains. "That way you won't have any problems."

When I leave the house I'm dazzled and everything is beautiful. The sky, the wind, the streets, everything seems to be smiling, to be as happy as I am. I feel strong, a real woman for the first time, invincible, powerful. Who would have said that sex has such healthy, possitive effects. One week ago I'd never have thought it possible, and yet now... Yes, I'm completely happy.

While I walk I remember the details of this new adventure and a big smile draws itself on my face, until...

"Alice."

No. Please, God, don't let it be. I know this voice. No, please. I turn around. There he is. Aro. He's driving The Van and staring at me. A cold wave washes through me, taking all the pleasant feelings away. For some reason I remember when I read Harry Potter, and I wondered how it felt like to meet a Dementor. Well, here's the answer.

"Get in the car. Now." His voice is calm, cold. I look at him and for a moment I can't move. Then –for I have no other option- I get in the car.

There's a tense silence, and I dare not breaking it. His face is stone, unreadable, and I don't know what will happen next. He drives, and drives, and drives, and soon I realize this is not the way to the castle. What is he planning? I slip my hand under the jacket, run my hand over my bump, as if trying to soothe it, and wait. It's not much longer until he stops. We're on a deserted street, it's already dark, and a cool breeze is blowing. He opens his door and gets out, then opens mine and pulls me out. He drags me to the pavement, looks at me for a while, and slaps me hard across the face.

"What were you doing on the street?" he asks while he shakes me by the shoulders.

"I-I just went for a walk. I was bored, I hadn't gone out since you left, and-"

"I don't believe you!" he roars, and hits me again. I can taste blood in my mouth now.

"What can I do then? It's the truth."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that! You were with a man, weren't you? You were fucking around with someone else!"

Worst is, he's right, but of course I'm not going to tell him. What I need to tell him before he kills me is that I'm pregnant.

"Aro, wait, I'm-"

"Shut the hell up! Who told you to speak, you worthless little kid?"

"But-"

"I told you to shut up!" he screams as he keeps hitting me.

Then he does the worst, his own coup de grace. He grabs me by the hair and pushes me against a wall, once, twice, three times... in a way that my stomach gets hit first all three times.

It's a matter of seconds before I feel the pinch in my lower belly. It's a kind of contraction, like when Sebastian was born. My hand flies to my stomach and I let out a low growl of pain as another contraction hits me.

"What, now?" Aro asks.

I somehow manage to open my jacket and show him the curve in my body

"Oh God," he says in a sharp breath. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. No. It can't be. You're..."

"I'm pregnant, yes!" I shout. "I was trying to tell you, but you wouldn't listen!" the pain is way too horrible, worse than birth pain. My legs give in and my body crouches with the feeling. I feel a wetness and see the red thread running down my legs, but I don't need them to know what's happening.

"Aro, I'm losing it. I'm losing the baby."

I look up and see his eyes are filled with shock and terror. He takes me in his arms and runs to the Van.

"I'll get you to a hospital," he says, driving like the maniac he is. "I'm so sorry, darling. Why didn't you tell me before? But don't worry, love, you'll be safe. Both of you."

But my mother instinct tells me that it is all over.