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Prompt: Honey

Laying in bed thinking of my date with Edward as the clock ticked later and later all that kept running through my mind was how he never denied he was a vampire. If anything, he seemed to encourage it, without coming right out to say it. He told me of their strange eyes, and how difficult it was to not feed from me even then, but my mind simply wouldn't accept it. It was too surreal, too fantastic. Then again, so was he.

It would explain why he was so cold, so hard, and so fast. How else would he have caught up with my car, not once, but twice? Why else would he have been in the woods? But then why did they own a home, drive a car or attend school? Much less medical school?

The questions roiled in my mind like a tornado, blasting away the security of my world and what I knew of it. I gave a small shiver in the chill of the night air, my hair still damp from washing out the sulphurous water of the hot springs. As I pulled the blankets tighter around me, both missing the warmth of the water and the chill of his body that warmed me in a way I had never experienced before, I heard a tapping on the window.

That's odd I thought to myself. The tree was far enough away to make it unlikely that the branches were scraping it, and I was on the second floor, so it's not like anyone could reach it. Looking again it was in time to see it slide open slowly, a long-fingered white hand pushing it out of the way as Edward's face appeared over the jamb.

A scream lodged in my throat. In that moment he looked exactly like what he led me to believe he was. His skin was luminescent, reflecting the low light around him, and his eyes burned as he lifted himself effortlessly over the sill, landing lightly in my room.

Scrambling back in the bed toward the headboard my lungs sucked in a huge amount of air, as if they could let forth a scream despite the constriction of fear in my throat. In an instant he was beside me, one hand over my mouth as the other wrapped about my waist, pulling me toward him. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, his voice barely louder than the hint of a breeze. "I won't hurt you, I swear."

My pent up breath released in a shuddering moan of fear as I tried to slow my racing heart. "You didn't scream when you woke to find me driving you, why are you afraid now?" he asked, amusement lacing the frustration in his tone.

"I didn't know what you were then," I mumbled against his hand, causing him to chuckle lightly and remove it.

"And you trust a strange man kidnapping you and your car more than a vampire climbing in your window?" Amusement was winning over the frustration this time, but only because the frustration was being replaced by confusion.

"You have to admit your entrance was like something out of horror movies," I accused him. With that he threw his head back in a seemingly carefree and boisterous laugh, for all that it was almost perfectly silent. All of the mystery and malevolence of him disappeared in that moment, evaporating my fear instantaneously.

Tapping me on the tip of my nose with one long finger he continued to chuckle as he replied. "I thought you would be asleep, but when I heard you tossing and turning I had to see what was wrong." Sitting up his face became blank. "Are you afraid of me, Bella? Say the word and I'll never bother you again."

Then passion lit up his eyes as he leaned back in close to me, his lips barely hovering over mine. "Or say the word and I'll stay forever."

I have no idea what drove me to whisper what I did. Perhaps it was his honey scent, clouding my brain and driving me wild with desire. Without thinking I answered him, "Stay."

With a growl his lips captured mine as he pushed me down into the mattress with his body. My arms reached up around his torso, pulling him closer, pulling me up. His cold body electrified me, making my blood boil under my skin, and all I wanted was to consume and be consumed.

Just as quickly as it had begun it was over. He held my face just inches away from his own, not moving, not breathing, eyes closed. When I tried to move he hissed. "Stay very still," his growling voice washed over me, only it was impossible to halt my own breathing.

A few moments later he relaxed slightly and opened his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm afraid I almost lost control."

"Would that have been a bad thing?" I asked, thinking that was what we were both doing.

He gave me a wry smile. "As it would have ended with you bitten, yes, it would have been a very bad thing. I have yet to be granted this leave by the wolves."

I stared at him, incredulous, for a moment, before laughter began to bubble up in my throat. "The wolves? What, do they nod yes when you ask them a question?"

His wry smile changed to a guarded one. "Yes, they do, but I plan to talk with them in their human form to make this request. They already know of my interest in you, and understand it, since it is similar to their own imprinting."

Now I was truly confused, and having his body pressed along the length of mine wasn't conducive to cognizant thought. Pushing him away I sat up in the bed, startled when he mirrored my position in a flash. "Explain," I demanded flatly.

Cocking his head to the side I could see comprehension dawn on his face. "You don't know."

"No, I don't. How could I when you talk in circles?" My voice was flat even though I was growing quite annoyed.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you," he said. "But I think it's time you went and visited your friend, Jacob."

The wolves and vamps in this story are much more cordial. That might change with the request to break the treaty, however.