Chapter 11

I am an Update Speed Demon. And Ninja.

I followed her to Biology class, oh that fateful class. Even though Vamp-Bella kind of scared me, the image was a turn-on, too. The teacher was showing a video, so the lights were off, and I decided it was time to have some more fun with Bella. She was still thinking about watching me go hunting, and since her blood was up anyway, I proceeded to turn her thoughts in an entirely different direction. I decided to attempt to bind her to me with sexual desire and lust; those urges are strong and instinctual, and if I could tap those, I would have a better chance of controlling her after she was turned.

I sat as close as I could to her without us actually touching, and accessed that part of her thoughts that was lusting after me. I followed the thread of her thoughts as it turned from me as a hunter/predator to me a toned pubescent male specimen. Her eyes flickered toward me several times, and her breathing grew stilted and uneven. With her thoughts came a kind of empathy, so I could feel all the tingling and other such sensations in her body, as she thought about touching me, even as much as a caress on my arm.

I encountered a story once about a woman who could literally think herself to an orgasm. I suspect every woman in the world wants to be her, and if they don't it's only because they haven't heard of her. Bella could give that woman a run for her money right now. Of course, Bella had a little help. She started to fidget, grinding her hips in her chair; I don't even think she realized she was doing it. She felt something like an electric current run through her body, her heart started beating faster, and her breathing quickened, and suddenly broke with a quiet gasp. Endorphins and hormones flooded her system, and breathing slowly went back to normal. That was a long build-up—almost the whole period. The best part was she thought I was entirely innocent in this occurrence! Priceless.

The lights came on, and it was time to go to our next class. "Well, that was interesting," I said as I sidled up to her on our way out the door. She couldn't make a coherent response to that. That made me happy. We had different classes next, so before we parted ways I ran my fingertips along one of her cheekbones, willing her to focus on just that touch, feel the "electricity" once again, trying to drive to distraction once more. She almost staggered when I drew my hand away, and I couldn't help but giggle, though thankfully I managed to keep it silent.

Looks like I had to come at this from a new angle. I had to make this bitch hot for me, in a "let me be the bun for your hot dog" kind of way. Well, there's always dream time, I suppose.

I took her home from school that day as well. Almost as soon as we got in the car she turned to me. "Is it 'later' yet?"

Oh brother. "You still want to know why you can't watch me hunt?"

"Well, why can't I? What would be bad about it?" You should have lived in ancient Rome. You would have loved these competitions they held. You know, in the arenas?

I tried to come up with a mostly true and plausible explanation. I'm not good at lying all the time. "Well, when we hunt…we give ourselves over to our instincts. We don't even try to control ourselves, at the end. And if you were anywhere nearby when that happened…" I let her fill in the blanks, and I filled them in myself as well. Your near-ecstasy at the sight of me out of control might pull you in the wrong direction, vice-wise. Also, I might blow the operation by going after you for dessert, quite literally. I could see her thoughts, wherein I became some kind of bipedal predator, and desperately tried to head those off with more sex-oriented ones by catching her eyes once again. To my great relief, it worked. I could feel the build-up begin in her again, felt her desire for the climax that was coming.

I broke contact before it happened again. "Bella, I think you should go inside now." I could see and feel the disappointment she felt, I felt satisfied by the cause of it. Her mind was no longer on watching me hunt. As she walked up the drive, I called after. "Oh, Bella?"

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow it's my turn."

Her breathing hitched a little and she tensed up just a fraction. "Your turn for what?"

I smiled a wide and innocent smile. "To ask the questions, of course." Her body relaxed again. She went inside, while I wondered what she had thought I was going to say. I didn't read her thoughts about that, because I was almost certain that whatever my imagination came up with would be far more entertaining than the truth.

I drove the car back home and returned to her house on foot before she went to sleep. I had to reinforce the point of attraction: sex, not violence. That night was a field trip for me as I cavorted in her dreams, dancing around with her, romping, teasing, in a feather bed, in a grassy field, anywhere our collective imaginations took us both, in various stages of dress or undress, but never quite making it to the "Promised Land." She would probably need to change her panties in the morning. Good night for me, frustrating for her. Lust after me, Bella. Like a good little bitch.

I picked her up for school the next morning, and began my session of question-asking. Favorite color: brown. Seriously, brown? Oh wait, no, she doesn't have one single favorite color, it changes with her mood. What kind of girl doesn't have a favorite color? At the very least it would be one that looks good on them. But wait, her hair is brown, and it's her only significant feature, so I guess that makes sense.*

I began asking questions almost at random, gaining inspiration from the things around us (for example, what was in her CD player right now), or anything else that might lead to a question about her personal self. I had to keep pretending that I couldn't just get this right out of her head, after all.

Biology was another film, thus another "sexual fantasy fest," and this time I decided to tease her a little by sitting just a little farther away, but still close enough to touch. And no fulfillment this time, either, just like with her dreams. It drove her crazy, and me to blissful satisfaction.

I asked her about her home in Arizona, and finally I got to take a break from the questions! Seems she could talk about that for a long time, the land, and community, or whatever she said. Just because I look attentive, doesn't mean I'm listening. I think she had just finished describing her room, of all things, like I would care about that, when I heard the sound of an engine and sensed three people, two of whom were of particular interest to me. "Particular interest" in this case meant I did not want to still be around when they got here.

I excused myself with some poetic observation about the melancholy aspect of darkness with regard to vampires** (I think, I wasn't paying close attention, but I've had that speech in reserve for awhile, so I hope it made sense to Bella), and tore out of there before the canine couple riding with Charlie arrived. I had enough drama to deal with; I didn't need any werewolf-vampire feud stuff getting in the way. While I was still in range, I focused on Bella's mind to figure out just which two wolves were there. It was Jacob, the one she'd seduced on the beach!

Can I get a "yay"? because I have just pared down twenty pages of large print into 1350 (give or take) manageable words.

*This comment is my own commentary on the fact that the only description we get on Bella in "Twilight" is the fact that she has brown hair and she looks like her mother (but since we don't get a description of her, it doesn't do one damned bit of good). Height, weight, hair color (or do we actually get that?) or length, body size even (slim, spindly, fit, whatever)! This is one reason reading it gave me such a headache. I couldn't picture any of the characters, so I couldn't visualize them doing anything! It was less interesting than a stick-man flip-book! At least I know what stick-men look like, as few features as they have.

**Another "gag me" moment, in which Edward says, "It's twilight," and they talk about darkness and night for a while. I had a broiled cheese sandwich for dinner tonight, my cheddar craving has been satisfied already (in simpler terms, that is just too CHEESY!!)