A/N: My fabulous femmes, my betas, thank you so much. Aciepey, AzrealsAngel, LambCullen. You shine my words so brightly. Jules, who sits here reading and chiseling the words with me, thank you. Oz, you supply the passion, grins and now, the boob grope. Thank you. CK, you just rock. My WC chicas, you rock so effing hard, so supportive and helpful. Javamomma esp...srsly, your support of me is epic. Grimm Chicks? Yes, if you haven't heard, I'm part of the trio that is the Grimm Chicks, reworking Grimm tales for the FGB auction. We did well, raised some money for the kids and get to write some wicked dark fic. Also purchased was an Edward POV of the first few chapters...lucky winner eh?

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Bloody Choices

Chapter 10-Thirsty

Please give me something

I'm so thirsty, I'm so thirsty

Oh please, let me warn them,

Don't you come here, don't bring anyone here.

The chasm isn't fixed yet.

Take this water

Drinking ever deeper...

living water.

"Chasm" - Flyleaf

Edward rode across the field and into the forest, needing to get away from his family, needing to get away from her. Her simple presence on the manor grounds was like an invasion of his senses, his sensibilities. He had lost control a number of times, and she was permeating his brain the way her scent demanded attention from his body.

His body. Alone all these years, only to be undone by a fragile, conniving little girl. For all that Isabella knew, her blood was her draw, the only thing bringing him to her time and again. Yet, she had awakened a side of him he had not ever let loose. He could not seem to stay away from her, and when he tried, she incited in him a fury of desire to take her in every way possible.

Alice. He could hear her, all the time now. Deliberately frustrating him by avoiding him and blocking her thoughts from him. He anger grew as he was forced to endure bawdy tavern songs, all of the names of the flowers of all of the various locales she had occupied in her lifetime, the entirety of "Beowolf" twice, sometimes just counting! Intentionally trying to circumvent his ability to see what she saw, whether for his own future, or for her pet Isabella's! Was she scheming against him now?

The horse slowed as Edward's body tensed, his legs squeezing his favorite steed mercilessly. He quickly forced his solid mass to release, cursing Isabella's name again as he added another count to his tally of times he had lost control. As he relaxed, the animal carried on through the wet forest, a well worn path leading the way.

His most recent ride with Isabella had revealed any number of increasingly distracting facts about her. The way her heartbeat sped with his proximity, how her blood rushed to the surface of her skin at his touch, that he could smell the excitement in the musky scent that wafted from her skirts. She had dared to tempt the monster then, grinding her nether regions into his like a wanton harlot, causing the most ridiculous of human reactions in him.

He rode up through the craggy forest, to the bluffs overlooking the river. He dismounted, tethering the steed to a tree. He leapt up on top of the large boulder and peered over the landscape. He pulled the rosary Charlie had entrusted to him from his pocket, fingering the beads. While he tried to gain control over his thoughts, he paced, twirling the rosary around his finger as he did. As he chewed over different thoughts in his head, snarls would rip through his chest, only to be replace by a quiet purr when his thoughts settled elsewhere.

After the incident in Isabella's chambers, he had been forced by the family to run, to hunt as far away as possible until he was sated. Nothing had been able to satisfy him though! He had even plucked a lass from her village, the same porcelain skin, the same dark locks, but her thoughts! On and on, too much noise to be able to sate the lust in his body. When he finally drank from her, the fluid seemed bland, lacking the richness he knew Isabella's blood contained. No blood had satisfied him since she had come to the manor. His thirst was unquenchable, and his body was responding to her of it's own accord.

He snorted as he thought on how he had found himself in the same situation, needing to run from this girl, this maddening human, yet again. A vampire of over a century, running from a girl. A girl that he needed to feed his family, a girl, he was certain, that had a death wish as strong as his desire for her. Why else would she insist on being present for the feeding?

His chest rumbled as he remembered her, nonchalantly meandering through the hall towards the manor door, knowing that there was an insufficient number of humans to feed on! Twice now she'd tempted him in the dining hall. She was beyond fortunate that the human boy had been right behind her; Edward had been distracted long enough for Jasper to work his magic, but it was as if she was inviting him to drink from her!

As he had pulled the blood from the boys throat, his eyes had locked with Isabella's. Thoughts of the previous day, riding with her, memories of her remarkable scent and heated skin invaded his mind to where he could almost feel and taste her instead of the thin, weak boy he was consuming. In his imagination it was as he had said, she would be delicious.

He had been lost in a vision of lying with her, her body impaled on him as he swallowed long silky streams of blood from her fragile neck. Isabella moaning his name as she found her pleasure in riding him and feeling his teeth in her. Edward having that moment of perfect bliss, having waited hundreds of years, mateless and alone, as he and Isabella created a perfect circle of consumption and exchange. Alice's yells to Jasper had brought him back to reality quickly.

He had watched Emmett and Alice pull Isabella into the manor, and was off to run before his family could force him.

~BC~

Edward approached the manor under cover of night. Days on end of running and hunting had left him more collected, though still not sated. He had come to some decisions about the girl though, and one was that avoidance was not helping him control himself. As he gave his horse over to the Newton boy he looked up to the darkened windows that lined Isabella's chamber. If he had been human, he was sure his heart would have pounded at the sight.

He slowly made his way up the stairs and through the corridors that would bring him to her room. He chastised himself for his nervousness, this was his house, he was his captive! He would enter her room whenever he pleased without justification. Still, he fingered the rosary in his pocket, knowing it would indeed justify his presence in her room, should she wake.

Sliding silently into her room, as only a vampire could, he made his way over to the chair. He intended just to sit and inhale her, try to build up a tolerance to her scent. His view from the seat though, made him question the sanity of his plan. The girl in front of him may as well have been a demon, so breathtaking and wicked in her presentation.

Isabella lay back on plump red pillows, her dark hair cascading over them in messy perfection. Her pale skin contrasted with the red fabric of the bedding. She wore only a white linen chemise, which, along with her bedding was twisted up in her legs, exposing them in a way that would make her blush. Taking note of the idea that she was a restless sleeper, he leaned forward and took a long, deep breath through his nose.

He closed his eyes, savoring the sweet bouquet of her blood. When he opened his eyes he saw that she had moved, rolled from her back to her side, arms outstretched, as if to welcome her lover into her bed. Edward could not resist the almost invitation, arriving at her bedside in the blink of an eye. He trailed a finger up from her ankle, up the back of her calf, and behind her knee. He bent, his nose joining his finger on it's journey upward. Edward reeled at the power of her aroma here, and the warm softness of her skin. He fought the warring desires, to take her carnally, or to take her in a fury of bloodlust.

The vampire battled to maintain control, but needed more. He brought his head up towards hers, running his nose up from her exposed chest to her neck. He had braced his hand on the headboard above her and hovered over her, slowly bringing his lips to her throat, barely ghosting over them. Slowly losing his battle, he brought his lips to her ear. "You are mine Isabella," he whispered, "mine to take in every way."

Bella breathed out a moan, causing Edward's pants to constrict uncomfortably. Tensing his body in an effort to stay still, he felt the wood of the headboard crumble in his hand. Then, as he pulled his face away from her and palmed his erection, another low moan. "Oh Edward..."

He dropped to his knees at the side of her bed, still slowly rubbing himself through his pants. "Isabella..." His voice low and cracking, the tone almost warning.

She shifted, rolling to her back again. She had pulled her legs up, arched her back. In more of a whimper than a moan, she spoke again. "Edward please!"

Hearing his name spoken by her with such urgency, combined with his ministrations, caused a sudden eruption. Edward came in a quiet frenzy of lust withheld for too many decades.

Spent and frustrated, he took stock of his sullied pants and stood. Backing out the door to keep her in sight, he wondered how it was that even in her sleep, Isabella seemed to gain the upper hand, pushing him to lose control.

~BC~

Edward stood at the door to the stable. Newton stood at his side, shifting nervously as he held the reins of his steed. The boy's random string of thoughts did not help distract Edward from his growing frustration. "Thunder is such a stupid name for a horse. Why would he choose such nonsense? I wonder if Miss Swan will be wearing the blue dress again? Her breasts plump out so..."

"Boy!" Edward snarled, baring his teeth at the boy. "Fetch a blanket and bring it back immediately!"

Newton took a few steps back, throwing the reins to Edward. He then turned and ran, leaving his thoughts floating in the air for Edward to snicker at. "He is like a coiled up snake when he gets angry, I am surprised he does not hiss as well!"

He looked up to see Alice bounding down the hill towards the stable, Isabella walking slowly, hesitantly, behind her. "Good day Brother, what say you? Red is a beautiful color on fair Bella, is it not?"

Edward stiffened, sneering at Alice before taking in the sight of Isabella. Indeed, as her cloak opened in the breeze it revealed a perfect red velvet dress. Her bosom had flushed a chilled pink, her hair styled so that loosed curls bounced off of her flesh. Laughter tinkled out, Alice not able to hide her amusement. "Her eyes Edward, you might want to greet her face first. I was so happy to learn of your new affinity for this hue."

Edward's eyes snapped up to meet Isabella's. "Thank you Alice. That will be all," Edward spit.

Edward stepped forward. "Isabella, today we shall ride. Miss Cope has packaged a meal for your consumption. The Newton boy will be back with a blanket for your comfort. I have a long ride planned and wish not to hear you whine."

Isabella stammered. "A...a picnic sire? You wish to sup with me?"

Edward slid his hand around her waist, pulling Isabella to him, placing the other hand under her chin, tipping her head up. "Oh I am hungry indeed, my Isabella, but not for the lifeless rubbish you call food. My appetite lies in this," as he slid his thumb down over her carotid, "and this," as he brought his other hand sliding up her ribs, ghosting a thumb up the side of her breast.

Isabella pushed away from him, indignant. "Perhaps I do not wish to ride. 'Tis quite certain I do not wish to be on your menu!"

Edward grabbed her wrist, pulling her back, growling into her ear. "Is it possible, my dearest Isabella, that your dreams might say differently?"

Newton's thoughts preceded him and Edward turned to greet him. "That Bella sure does not understand who she is tussling with." He handed Edward the wool blanket without a word, then turned and scampered into the stable.

Edward turned back to Isabella, noting her haughty stance, her upturned nose, her crossed arms. He smiled a smile of true amusement, and reached out and took her hand. "Wish or not Isabella, you will ride. If you resist, I could always make you."

Isabella looked at him with a straight face. "I am not scared of you, Master Cullen."

Edward grinned, and then his jeering laughter echoed throughout the woods. "You really should not have said that."

Edward grabbed Isabella around the waist and leapt onto the horse. They galloped away, the steam from the breath of the human and the horse trailing behind them.

E/N: I need you all to clear a few hours, then read. READ. YellowGlue. The Worst of Weather, Rose Like Thunder. A bunch of other genius. She writes in her own beautiful language, not constrained by rules, but not gibberish, exactly what you think in your head. Dark and gorgeous. And a darn cool chick at that. For those following, my son is home, and recovered from his illness. Thank you.