I am so sorry it has been so long. I have been busy and, no wait...I won't make any excuses...I am terrible and you all may beat me if you wish!
It doesn't seem like too long to me though because I have been posting on and now both sites are up to the same point with ths story. I have been writing other stuff too which is why I got a little distracted. If anyone wants a link to my erotic stories that I write (and you are over 18 of course!) Then send me a message and I will give you a link.
So without further ado..here is Chapter 12.
EPOV
"No, wait!" she screamed, but it was too late. I pierced through her delicate flesh with ease as her blood called to me through such weak defences. I delighted in the 'pop' as the blood gushed from her and filled my mouth with such intoxicating sweetness. Her body fought against me as I heard my Bella gurgle, then whisper my name so softly, it was like a prayer.
My mind raced with images of Bella and I running wild and free, hunting, laughing, chasing, fucking. I could see our bodies entwined together for all eternity, our hearts dead yet full of life at the love we would share.
The velvet heat of her life-force slid effortlessly down my raw throat and as I gulped and sucked on her I deliberately made myself aware that I must stop.
This would be the single most difficult thing I would ever do in my life. The blood, Bella's blood, was the most delicious and desirable flavour I had ever known. I had never had another like it, and as I tried to draw myself away from her I found that I was clutching her to me at the same time. I heard her moan as I realised I had pulled us to a standing position, my jaw still firmly locked round her throat, her small frame hanging limp in my arms. Alarm bells were ringing...I had to stop.
As I stopped draining her, my jaw still clenched tight, I felt my tongue snake over her wound. I lapped at her blood but did not suck. I was in a daze, unable to draw myself away from her. I could feel my finger tips digging into her bare shoulders as I tried to pull myself away from the wound in her neck. Her heart beat was slowing and I brought the image of us together, running hand in hand, back to the forefront of my mind and growled deep and menacingly as I tore myself away.
Scooping Bella back up into my arms I took her over to my bed and laid her down onto the soft, satin sheets. Her body was writhing and the heat soaring through her insides was like a fire tearing through her flesh and internal organs. I knew the pain she would be experiencing, I remembered it well. Yet she did not utter a single sound. Her breathing was ragged and her chest heaved, forcing the air in and out of her lungs as the satin of her dress clung to her damp skin. She clung to the covers beneath her, clawing at the sheets. I knew she was trying to hold on for dear life.
Three days I watched her like this, three torturous days. In that time I found myself wondering if I had done the right thing, I was so confused. She offered herself to me then she wanted me to stop. Had I misunderstood what she had been asking? I cursed and pulled at my hair. I was no use to her or anyone as I huddled up next to her, pressing my face against the side of her shoulder. I traced what I hoped was soothing patterns against any exposed part of her body I could find, her arm, her cheek, her calf. I knew she could not feel it as her bones broke and her skin seared in the red hot heat, but it gave me some comfort and stopped me feeling so useless.
On the third day, she awoke.
BPOV
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I was wandering through the darkness, trying to feel my way through the void. There was nothing, no sight, no sound, no smell. I couldn't find my way and the panic that cut through me was as sharp as a blade. I didn't know where I was heading but I knew I had to keep going, keep moving.
Somewhere in the distance I heard whispering, a deep, gentle voice calling softly through the abyss. I couldn't make out the words but I knew who it was and I found myself picking up pace to get to get to him.
My Vampire.
I ran towards the voice as it flowed through the darkness. Just as I was about to give up he was there, in front of me, covered in blood. It dripped from the hem of his shirt and down his trousers. I looked to his face seeing wild eyes staring straight at me, pleading, desperate. His mouth and chin smeared in the ruby red droplets that stained his clothes. His arms reached out to me, he wanted me to come to him. As I did, he turned me to face a huge gilt framed mirror. As I studied the reflection of two of the most beautiful, red eyed creatures I had ever seen I gasped in shock as I realised one of them...was me.
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My first recognition of anything but pain was the feeling of ice dripping onto my skin. Tiny droplets of arctic frost dancing against the melting tissue that seemed to be tearing from my body. I tried desperately to focus on the change in sensation, helping me to realise I was still alive and not yet burning in Hell. Oh, Hell would surely be a breeze compared to the agony that encased me like a prisoner in the tomb of my own remains. Surely that was all that was left of me...just remains of the once quiet, studious, trapped Bella.
I don't know how much time passed before the thumping of my heart started to quiet a little. The fire seemed to be subsiding. I could feel a cold draft breeze through my bones and calm my muscles. It seemed to chase the fire away, first my toes were free and I started to wiggle them. I could feel the tingling, like an electric current shoot up my calves and thighs. It continued on past my stomach, over my chest, up my fingers and arms, before reaching my lips, nose and finally my eyes.
A cold wave of electricity seemed to be humming through my body...and I liked it. I had never felt so alive. I couldn't open my eyes, so I kept deadly still, unaware of my surrounds and trying to focus my mind on what had happened.
Then it hit me, like a ton of bricks, like a tidal wave, like sandpaper scrubbing away the inside of my throat. Just as I thought the pain had subsided, a new pain made me want to cry out in despair. Would it ever end?
"Edward," I sang out.
Despite the coarse grating in my throat the sound that left my lips stunned me into silence. It was like the first bird song at dawn, a gentle chime of music that I did not recognise as my own. Even more startling was the word that left my mouth...Edward. That name brought it all flooding back, entering his room, the dress, the piano, his solid embrace, the feel of him caressing my skin with his lips. Just before he sank his teeth into me I remembered his words. He never intended to kill me, how could I have been so stupid? Did he want me to be a Vampire too? No...It couldn't be true...could it?
"Bella...my Bella...I am here my love, open your eyes for me."
The voice of an angel awoke me and in that instant my eyes shot open at his command. My body responded to him so quickly it frightened me. As I looked into his eyes I felt myself turning towards him, like a moth drawn to a brilliant flame. So bright, so beautiful...I was helpless to stop myself. His hand gently brushed my cheek and what felt like a lightning bolt hit me and flung me from the bed to the other side of the room. I cowered in the corner, hearing the beetles crawling around outside the house like a herd of elephants. I could see each and every dust particle dancing in the air, each one beautifully unique and shimmering in the candlelight. I could feel the vibrations beneath my feet as Edward moved slowly towards me. His hands raised, palms up, as he approached with, what looked like, caution.
"Bella, you are going to be ok...everything is going to be ok. God you're beautiful."
He said the last part with such awe I couldn't understand.
"What...what have you done to me?" My throat started to burn again and a clutched at it with my hands, trying to relieve the grating there.
"Oh my sweet Bella...I wish I could say I am sorry, but how can I? You are perfect. But you must feed my angel; the thirst is always the worst in the beginning. Would you like to come out with me...to hunt?"
"Hunt? Hunt what?" Although I knew instantly what he meant. I had read Dracula and seen ridiculous late night horror movies of Vampires tearing into the flesh of the beautiful and innocent. I did not want to be part of that. I started to sob.
"Bella, it will be ok. We don't have to hunt...humans. There is another way."
He moved closer to me now and I let him. I needed some kind of comfort. I was so confused, I felt like a monster. I pictured myself covered in blood with wild eyes and fangs and claws, growling and snarling at everyone. But then, I had never really seen Edward behave this way. Sure I had heard the occasional growl rise from his chest, but that was always in a moment of...I don't know...intimacy. As I remembered the way Edward had looked at me when he found me in the kitchen and when I ate the apple in front of him, a strange surge carried down in to my stomach and I started to ache between my legs.
"Bella..." he strained through gritted teeth. "Please, not now. We have more important things to think about and I don't want you to be...distracted."
Edward's eyes darkened and I felt myself melt inside. The twisting in my stomach starting to knot itself tighter and tighter and my breath heaved in my chest.
He approached me so fast but I saw every movement in crystal clarity this time. His face was so close to mine and he started sniffing me, short sharp breaths across my face and neck as his fingers, which were surprisingly warm to the touch, explored my neck, shoulders and the top of my arms. I closed my eyes as I let him explore, he was so gentle and seemed to be engrossed in every inch of me.
"You smell the same...delicious...but there is no pain. You are amazing Bella."
He shook off whatever thoughts were in his head at that moment and took me by the hand. I stood with him as he led me out of his room and down the hall.
"Edward...I don't know if I can...I can't do this."
I was scared of the idea of killing something, nervous at my reaction to blood. I was always laughed at for my weak stomach when it came to blood and I didn't know if I could cope with the idea of having to drink it.
"Your senses will take over Bella; the trick is to let them, not block them out. Listen to the voices in your head; you'll be guided by your gut. Just go with it. I will be with you." Edward soothed, rubbing circles on the back of my hand.
His confidence in me was astounding and I relished the attention he gave me. He kept glancing back at me as we made our way into the woods. It was late afternoon, the sun was setting and a luminous golden glow touched every leaf and blade of grass. It was stunning, and it occurred to me this was the first time I had been outside in at least four days.
I took a deep breath in, tasting the air around me, the warmth and the woodiness of the forest. I was scared, but I had to do this. I didn't want to die, not now. In-spite of what happened, I still wanted Edward. I still played little fantasies inside my mind of the two of us together. I couldn't let myself think of what all this meant, what I would tell my parents and friends. The burning in my throat was rising. I had to focus on the now and what I needed and feared the most. I needed to quench this thirst; I would just have to sort the rest out later.
First, I needed to feed.
Hope it was worth the wait, and that you don't hate me too much!
Thanks for reading x
