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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #23
Pen Name: GeekChic12
Pairing/Character(s): Edward and Bella
Rating: M
Word Count: 500
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Precious
I'm running, running, running.
Always running.
I never have stayed in one place very long.
Aromas of every sort assault my nose at all times, but as I run through a tiny town in the northwest, I catch a whiff of something that makes me falter. I slow my steps and sniff the air.
It is like nothing I've ever encountered.
Fresh cut grass and mint. Fabric softener and lilacs. Ten different spices and a hundred other things all combined into the best-smelling something in the world.
I follow this unique and alluring scent to a small white house. A window is open on the second floor, and I know I need to get into that room, or I'll go crazy.
I jump gracefully to the roof and land as soft as a feather.
Crawling through the window makes the scent almost knock me over in its intensity. Flames lick at my throat, but I have excellent control.
After all, I've had over a hundred years to perfect it.
I circle the source of this heavenly aroma—a mere boy, nothing out of the ordinary.
He sleeps tangled in Avengers sheets, and thick, black-framed glasses sit on his nightstand.
He also drools.
The more I look at him, the more adorable I find him.
His mop of dark hair is all over the place, and I find myself wanting to know the color of his eyes.
A quick snoop in his wallet tells me they're green. It also tells me his name and that he's nineteen, and I lick my lips.
His eyelashes flutter slightly as I move closer to his face. It's quite angular and will grow even more handsome with time.
Or immortality.
I've been searching my entire existence for the other half of my soul, and I know he's the one. I haven't even spoken to him, but I know.
I feel it in every dead cell in my body.
Running a finger down the contours of his bare chest causes his breath to stutter and his boxers to tent obscenely.
I flatten my palm against his erection, and he ruts into it.
Yes.
I crave his release almost as much as his blood right now. I know it will only make his scent grow more potent.
I can't help but to crawl into his bed and run my hands over him. When I begin to stroke his length through the fabric of his underwear, he releases little moans that I want to swallow.
I can think of other things I'd like to swallow too.
I want to consume him, but I won't.
He's too precious.
His hums and groans grow louder, and finally, the only eyes I ever want to look into again open.
They are most definitely green.
"Are you an angel?" he asks sleepily.
"Yes," I answer with a smile. "I'm your angel. Always."
"Mm, good... because I think I love you." His eyes fall shut once again.
"I think I love you too, Edward."
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