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Control was essential to my new life.
Without it, all that existed in my world would crumble. I could not prevail. Seventeen years of careful, precise practice had gotten me to the point where I could control almost any situation I was put in...
Which is why Edward was really starting to piss. Me. Off.
Staring me dead in the face, was the one thing I despised most.
Bella Swan.
It was a portrait, at least four by six feet in size, and while I soaked in the sight of it, my brain kicked into overdrive to calm myself down. A torrid of emotions were flowing through me, and I had to keep the strict stop on my lungs to hold off my would-be labored breathing. Painted in soft acrylics and outlined with a sharp metal frame, it was... Gorgeous, reluctant as I was to admit it. In the bottom left corner, was a curvy, elegant signature that I could decipher perfectly. Esme Cullen.
What the hell would possess Esme to paint a portrait of that idiotic child?
But looking upon her, though disgust rose in me, I noticed Esme had highlighted features of my former self, making her look almost beautiful. Almost.
Gentle, sparkling brown eyes that were too wide for their own good, betraying the naivety and gullible nature within. Pink, curvy lips that held a plumpness I highly doubted I had possessed as a mortal. Prominent cheekbones with a slight blush staining the skin, and a tight jaw line, though not nearly as perfected as my immortal look was. She was perched on the soft bed of dirt in what was the Forks version of the Cullen house, though it was out of view. Surrounding her was a beautiful bed of flowers, that I remembered vividly from the single summer Edward and I had spent together. Colors galore accentuated the environment around her, and the sun shone down on her pale skin, glinting off her long, chocolate brown locks and a timid, yet large smile lit up her face. The portrait was viewed from what would have been behind her, and her head was turned to the right, her body facing just enough to the side that I could make out the sloppy assets that had once been my own.
It made me sick.
Silently praising myself for preparing for the worst so many years in advance, I slowly allowed my lungs to resume their humanly function. I forcedly drew in a seemingly normal, shallow breath and in an artificial calm voice asked the question that would lead me to some answers.
"Who is she?"
I felt Edward shift slightly behind me, and I got the feeling that he was oddly comfortable answering my question. " A girl I once knew." His voice held no emotion, and was flat. I did not like it. I yearned for the soft, silky tones that made me shiver in excitement. But as well as making me long for what used to be, his tone also succeeded in reminding me of my anger and I had to fight to keep the biting frost out of my tone. I made a small acknowledgement sound, and finally tore my gaze from the cursed painting. Swirls of colors were making me dizzy, and looking at that insolent girl was repelling me. Forgetting the original reason I'd faced this way, I turned to face Edward.
"And where is this girl?"
Edward was silent. Of course he couldn't answer that, because he had no idea where Bella Swan was. I changed my question after a few moments without an answer. "Why is she not here?"
"I left her." He said quietly, his eyes avoiding mine as they stared pensively at the painting.
Did he keep paintings of all his pets? Or just the ones he left?
"Why?"
Still not turning his stare upon me, he spoke in that same discreet voice. "I had my reasons."
How frustrating could one man possibly be? Rosalie had said the same thing. I knew that piece of information already. Time to push. "Well she couldn't have been that important if you left her."
A growl emitted from him, and his golden eyes pierced me. "You know nothing. Leave."
A smirk rose. I'd successfully infuriated him, and it please me. I know nothing? Oh, sweet, foolish Edward, I know more than you realize. I moved to the door, intending to exit, and calling back malevolently over my shoulder. "Have fun staring at your little pet."
My hand reached for the doorknob.
In an instant, I was up against the wall with it shuddering violently behind me from the brute forced of my stone body being slammed into it. Enraged, scorching eyes bore into my rubies, while hard marble trapped me against the wall. He was faster than I remembered.
A feral snarl met my ears, and his mouth was only a few inches from my own. "You shouldn't speak of things you know nothing about."
Vindictively, I snapped in retaliation, "You should watch your manners."
His upper lip curled back over his teeth, and he growled. I felt every inch of his body against mine. Every. Single. Inch. "Don't push me, Bella."
Sneering, I jerked my chin up. Staring straight at him with a indigent spark within my eyes, my voice was strong and sure to coincide with the smirk playing along my lips, challenging him. Waiting.
"Maybe I want to."
A savage snarl ripped from Edward's perfect lips, his face warping to what would have been a frightening grimace of power. His hand slammed up next to my head, indenting the structure and making drywall crumble beside me, successfully trapping me between his arms. "You enjoy pushing me, don't you?"
I deliberately ignored our closeness and reached up one long finger, delicately flicking a spec of plaster off my cheek. Indeed, I was enjoying playing with him. I couldn't resist jeering him a bit more, seeing what his limits were. "Ever considered anger management classes?" I taunted. "You have quite the temper there. Is that what happened with that girl? Humans are fragile...So easy to break."
Another ferocious growl and my marble back slammed against the opposite wall, shattering that as well. It stood no chance against my stone body, but that didn't mean the action didn't anger me. I glared at him, crimson on ocher. He stood, straight, proud and livid, hands shaking in his fury.
"How dare you question me of my past! You have no right! You have no fucking idea what you're talking about, so stop acting like you do!" Edward's rough, angry voice rang out as he lunged at me. I'd never seen him this angry. It thrilled me.
I decided to push him a little further. I wasn't as frail as I once was and I'd never seen this side of him. Now we were on equal footing. Both vampires, both indestructible stone warriors. I could, and would, handle anything he threw at me. I knew my eyes were gleaming and if blood flowed through me instead of venom I knew I would be flushed with exhilaration. I ducked under his lethal form, dancing around him as he hit the wall with an almighty crash.
"Never knew a vampire to be so clumsy." I laughed.
"Fucking bitch." He spat and seized me by the throat, lifting me up easily to his height. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your head off and burn it."
"Mmm," I licked my lips languishly, reaching forward and running my hands through his hair, digging in slightly and tugging the bronze strands erotically. "I love it when you talk dirty to me, Edward"
That threw him off enough for me to loosen the grip he had on my throat with one hand. I leant my weight on my back leg and tossed him casually into the portrait. He went right through it with a rip while the frame crashed onto the ground loudly.
His look of horror cut into me a bit, as he stared at the now ruined painting. I felt gratified, knowing it was destroyed. But he rebounded swiftly, his head snapping towards me and his luscious lips curling back once more, teeth glinting and chest vibrating from the low growls rumbling from his throat. He jumped at me again, and I decided in a split second to let him collide with my body.
We fell back on the floor, the ground shaking violently as if we were about to collapse through it to the floor below. I smirked, and ground my hips up into his, catching him off guard once more. His eyes widened, and then narrowed. He entwined his fingers in my hair, easily finding grip in the silken strands. Pulling my head up beside his, he snarled softly, dangerously, in my ear.
"Don't do that again. Ever."
I laughed quietly.
"Do what? This?" I ground myself into him once more, unashamed of the fact that I quite enjoyed the sensations of electricity that shot through me. I knew he felt it, too. His grip on my hair tightened and he shoved down, slamming my head into the ground repeatedly. This was getting fun. But I hated being below him, it was time for me to take control. I lifted my leg up, bringing it against his side and flipped us over with ease.
"Play nice, Edward." I pouted, straddling him. I raked my nails down the front of his chest, feeling the taut, hard muscles beneath the silk shirt. My black polished talons ripped through the fabric with ease. I could feel his pants getting tighter beneath me, obviously aroused by the sexual, angry tension surrounding us. Who thought Edward could actually get hard? Not me, that was for sure. Obviously little Bella Swan didn't excite him enough.
But then again, who would be aroused by a pathetic little doll?
I rode him, my hips rocking back and forth against his while his hands gripped my hips hard enough that had I been human he would have shattered them. While doing so, I felt his hardness grind against me. A shudder ripped through my body. I heard the sound of his teeth grinding together and laughed. "Getting a little bit excited there, Cullen?" I wriggled on him and his whole body tensed up. I threw my head back, the black and pink tumbling down my back, arching it.
I didn't see his hand until it was too late.
With one strike he threw me off him. I hit one of the metal posts of the bed hangings and the whole thing shuddered and crashed around me. I stood up, throwing the heaps of metal, wood and fabric off me. Shaking the pieces out of my hair, I went to dust myself off - and stopped dead. A huge rip went along the front of my corset, it was unsalvageable. My eyes narrowed as I turned to him. Playtime was over. "You bastard." I spat, "This was my favorite corset!"
His answering smirk only served to anger me more than I already had been. The tantalizing velvet tones fueled it more. "I told you not to push me."
I tackled him, pinning him to the ground with a shudder. My fist dove into his perfect features, doing no damage but it was the thought that counted. He was now my personal punching bag. "You. God. Damn. Arrogant. Vampire. Asshole" I hit him in time to each word. I could feel him shaking beneath me.
Laughing.
He was fucking laughing.
I back flipped off him, landing in a crouch beside the ruin of the bed. He was up instantly, bent over in mirth. My anger grew. Madly growling, I now lunged at him, landing on the remains of the portrait with me snapping my teeth at whatever part I could reach. He was prepared though, and pressed his forearm against my throat, holding my attempts far off enough that my venomous teeth did not fall in contact with him. I went wild, and my dagger sharp fingernails began clawing at whatever part of his body I could reach, thrashing about as I did so. I was in complete control of myself, despite my untamed appearance, and a snarl ripped from me once more.
His free hand entangled itself in my locks once more, snapping my head backwards as his own teeth fell against the nape of my neck, pressuring them there but not hard enough to break the granite skin.
I froze.
He took advantage of this, slamming me back against the wall once more, turning me around in the process. His hard body pressed firmly against my back, and I could still feel his arousal pressing against my lower back. Hand remaining buried in my locks, his lips just grazed the shell of my ear as he spoke. "Stop."
I stiffened, not liking the position of inferiority he'd put me in. I attempted to turn, and he allowed me to do so, releasing his grip on my multi-colored hair. But his body did not move one inch. I stared defiantly up at him as I spoke two immature, provoking words.
"Make me."
And if I had a heart, it would have stopped. His eyes shone, and he did something that I had missed so horribly, his doing it now made me ache. He grinned at me.
The beautiful, crooked grin I hadn't seen in over seventeen years.
My breath caught, my fists tightened. Though my heart was not beating, my chest clenched as if it was as I unconsciously leaned towards him.
An odd look came over his flawless face, and his forehead crinkled slightly. Desire shone through his eyes. He leaned down, slowly, torturously slowly, and my eyes slid closed as he shifted his stance, closer to me. Electric current sparked between our lips, and I knew it was only a mere moment before they touched.
That moment never came.
After a few seconds, I cracked one ruby eye open, to see a tortured expression contorting Edward's face. My eyebrow rose, followed by my hand, landing softly on his cheek.
He flinched, and backed up, eyes falling to something below me, out of my vision. I glanced down, a cold scowl rising. I stood on the remains of the painting of Bella Swan.
"Get out." He rasped. His voice was choked, rough. He turned away from me, hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose, and moving to stand by the window, resting his forehead against it. When I didn't budge an inch, he spoke again, in that strained, emotional tone. "Please, just leave." His body was tense, wound.
I didn't utter a single word, turning on my heel and exiting.
I stormed to my room for the fourth time that night, slamming the door obnoxiously behind me. My head was spinning from everything that had happened in this one single night, and it disgusted me. I needed to let it out, needed to repay him. How dare he!
I bit my lower lip to keep from shrieking, flopping down and replaying the events in my mind as my hand scrambled on the nightstand top to find my iPod. I located it, stuffing the headphones into my ears and prodding the play button, turning it up so loud that even with my vampire hearing, it drowned everything else out. The haunting, creepily beautiful sound filled my ears as I huffed angrily, still recapping the events.
You don't remember my name
I don't really care
Can we play the game your way
Can I really lose control?
Until I reached one vital event that I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed at the time.
He'd called me Bella.
Not Suicide, or Miss Suicide.
Bella.
And that offended me. He couldn't call me by my name any other time, but after confronting him about precious little Bella Swan he could? I was not about to stand for that.
The fact that we'd gotten so close, the burning desire I'd felt within me inflaming from the build up since that glorious night at the hotel... Our lips had been just about to meet, and he let guilt over that craven little imbecile prevent him? Ridiculous! Utterly absurd! She was nothing but a simple pet to him, what sway did she hold to his actions?
Mary had a little lamb
His eyes black as coal
If we play very quiet my lamb
Mary never has to know.
And that was when it hit me. The perfect way to exact my revenge on Edward. I didn't want to hurt him, in any permanent way. Just to...play with him a bit.
Like he'd been doing to me.
As cruel as this idea was...It would also satisfy my urges. I needed some sort of physical contact with him. And if what took place between us earlier was any indicator, he did as well. I'd felt him pressing against me, whether he'd been ashamed of it or not. And his choked tone as I exited... I'd only do it, just this once.
This little side plan was perfect.
The fact that Edward had gone out for a bit to clear his conscious was perfect. I went to my closet, digging out the small four by four box that held my darkest secrets. This box was also password protected, this password three times as long as the one for my blood bank. I entered it fluently, shifting through the contents. News clippings of my death, the photo album that was in as perfect condition as it was when I'd first attained it, the reminders of my parents, the CD Edward had made me...
And exactly what I was looking for. The blue shirt Edward had always said he loved on me. I was careful with it, and it reeked of my human self. The smell still pungent after all these years.
I quickly stuffed it into a plastic bag, as to not alert the rest of the Cullens. No doubt they would know that scent. i moved, lithe and silent as a ghost, to Edwards demolished room. It would, no doubt, be repaired within the next few days.
The window of Edwards room informed me that it was twilight, almost nighttime. Edward would be returning soon, so I had to hurry. I hid the plastic bag in the ruins, knowing he wouldn't bother himself with sifting through the rubble. I was gone as quickly as I had came, and I waited silently in my room for my next stage to commence. With remorse, I took off my tattered, favorite corset, and sadly dumped it in the garbage.
After an hour or so, Edward returned, and the sun was completely down. He went quietly to his room, and an excited smirk was plastered on my face. He turned his music on, blaringly loud, and my smirk widened. Even more perfect, the other residents of the house hold would not hear this. I snuck out of my room, creeping stealthily to the grounds outside, glancing up at Edward's window. It was open.
I hopped up through it, seeing him lying on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, moonlight shining on his god like form.
He looked like an angel.
I crept over to where I'd hidden the blouse, tugging it on and, before he had time to register the scent, plunged into my own mind, digging through my 'box' within until I found the power I'd taken from one of the unsuspecting Volturi guards. The power of illusion.
In the millisecond it took me to do so, by the time Edward's eyes flew open and he shot straight up with a look of absolute confusion on his features, I tilted my head and smiled gently. It was painful to do so. But to uphold the image, I complied.
"What..." He gasped, his voice so low that a human would never have even known he spoke. I glided to him, hand held out. I fought the urge to smile wider when his eyes widened in terrified bewilderment, and I knew my power was working. I only had a certain amount of time to do this. I knew it was cruel, doing this to him. But I would gain my slight revenge, and get the answer I had to know.
"Edward..." I cooed, sinking onto the bed beside him, sitting upright.
Due to my borrowed power, in his eyes, I was Bella Swan in this moment.
"B-...Bella?" His voice was so heartbreakingly sorrowful I almost backed out. But I couldn't.
Reaching forward and placing my hand on his cheek, that would create an illusion of warmth within his mind, I caressed it softly with my thumb. I didn't speak.
His wide, golden eyes were glued to my face, his mouth slightly open. "How...?" He trailed off then, eyes squinting slightly as he drank me in. His next words were so soft even I barely heard them. "I've gone insane. I must have..."
His next action surprised me. Crushing me to his chest in a tight embrace, he buried his face in the hollow of my neck, shaking slightly. "I don't care. I'll take it."
My hand rose and stroked his hair, nuzzling into him ever so gently. "Edward, I-"
"No." He cut me off, still not lifting his head. "Don't speak, please love. I just want to feel you..."
My words died in my throat. How could I deny him that? I would give him his wish, because hopefully by doing so I could get my answers. I held him close, emotions that I'd been pushing down trickling into me again.
I blamed her.
Inhaling his tempting scent as his hands cupped my cheeks, my eyes slipped closed as his lips finally met mine. Shocks sparked through my veins, and my skin tingled. I'd missed this.
But his kiss was much more gentle than it had been with me in the hotel. I supposed it was because I seemed human to him. Our lips moved in unison, and his hands caressed my cheeks lovingly.
After a few moments, he pulled us backwards, to rest upon the pillows, he surprised me once more in an act of submission. He placed me on my back, ever so gently laying against my side with his head resting on my breast, eyes closed in concentration. I knew the illusion was allowing him to hear my heartbeat, and as false as it was, I allowed it. We lay like that, his hand stroking up and down my side sending jolts of longing through me with every touch. It stayed this way for a few minutes.
Confusion blinded me. Why was he acting this way, as if he...loved me? He couldn't have...I had no doubt he had some semblance of feelings for me, but he couldn't possibly have loved me. The silence was killing me.
"Edward...I need to ask you something."
He nodded, but did not lift his head. He words were so open and eager to please me. "Anything." He whispered.
"Why did you-"
But of course, as fate would have it, the illusion began dimming at that exact moment.
My words stopped short, and I jumped up. I had to get out of there, and I headed for the window.
"No!"
My wrists were grabbed in a vice like grip, and I whipped around to face him. "Edward, let go."
"No, Bella, please!" He pleaded, his eyes terrified. I had never, ever seen him so vulnerable, and guilt began eating at me. "Not again..."
That did it. My face twisted, and I jerked my hand away, leaping out the window and to the grounds below. I shot, faster than a bullet, through the trees, to the nearest river. I heard the water streaming less than a mile away, and I made it there in mere seconds, diving in. I ripped the shirt to shreds, cursing.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I sank under the current for a moment, letting it jerk me, so as to get Bella Swan's scent off of me. I let the shirt go, and watched as it tumbled down to the depths below. Breaking the surface, I gasped in a breath that I didn't need and leapt out of the stream. Shaking off, I ran back to the house and through my own open window, peeling my sopping jeans and black bra off my body. I slipped into another newly acquired pair of Seven jeans, though they were a lighter color with hand-made rips here and there to portray my 'fuck the world' persona. I pulled on a tight fitting black tank shirt, that had scraps of purple and white striped fish nets falling over my upper arms. I left my hair down.
My mind was racing. I'd successfully manipulated Edward, and satiated my growing urge.
Hopefully I hadn't scarred him in the process.
I doubted it. After all, he could make himself feel as guilty as he wanted...
Bella Swan meant nothing to him.
When the sun was up, I finally emerged from the confines of my bedroom, going downstairs to join the others. I glanced outside, and saw that it was cloudy, but bright. The sun would burst through the clouds at some point.
My foot hit solid grounded at the bottom of the staircase, and suddenly a blur streaked in my peripheral vision., until it was directly facing me.
"Bella! Bella! I heard your song last night, I loved it! I'm so excited!" Alice giggled and she bounced up and down.
I chuckled, and returned her enthusiasm with a smirk. "I'm glad you liked it, Alice. The people residing in this house get a very exclusive look at my newest works."
"I know! So what're you doing today?" She asked as we both headed towards the common room. I shrugged.
"I was considering going for another ride..." I informed her, and she eyes twinkled, reminding me of something. "I know it bothers you not being able to foresee things as far as I am concerned."
"Of course!" Alice laughed. "But it's nice to have a polite conversation. Well Bella, I'll talk to you later, I need to go plan Rosalie's wedding!"
"Rosalie's wedding?" I questioned, and Alice waved at me in a 'oops' sort of way.
"She and Emmett have a new wedding every few years." And with that, she was gone.
I laughed quietly, and went out the front doors to the garage, and was surprised to find someone had beat me to it. "Heidi!"
Heidi glanced to me. "Well Bella Suicide, I can confirm now that I do not understand you. I do not comprehend how you waste your time on such pointless mortal indulgences."
I shrugged. "And I don't understand how you don't feel remorse about eating people. We're even."
Mirth snuck into her gaze, and a tinkling, seductive laugh graced me. "Oh Bella, you are something else, indeed." Her features grew serious now. "Though I must tell you Bella, I'm growing awfully bored here. You've been busy and apparently have no time for me, and have subjected me to hanging out with that..." She paused, considering for a moment an appropriate word for Alice. "Ball of energy."
That made me laugh. "Oh Heidi. I'm sure I'll have a concert soon, and you, of course, will join me on my shopping to prepare?"
Heidi smirked at me. "But of course. Now, however, it is time for me to hunt, before the sun comes free. I suppose then I will do some excess shopping at a near mall, you may join me later, if you wish."
I nodded, though I knew I wouldn't. "Where the hell have you been, anyhow?"
Immediately a look at disdain crossed her face. "Wedding planning. A pointless mortal ceremony." She spat the word as if she were cussing. "Why a vampire would waste their time on such a frivolous endeavor, I have no idea. We vampires mate for life. We have no need for such rituals just to prove our loves for each other. It is nothing but a waste of time."
I detected something else beneath the disgust in her tone, a trace of bitterness perhaps?
"You've never had a wedding, have you Heidi." I stated rather than questioned.
She shot me a look of pure Volturi scorn. "I have no requirement for such things. Aro and I have no need to prove our love for one another in an inane human rite." She tossed her luscious mahogany hair contemptuously in my direction.
"Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, right?" I smirked. "Haven't you ever wanted a day where all attention is totally on you and no one else?"
She eyed me cagily. "I am the queen of the Volturi; I have all the attention all the time."
"But," I continued mischievously. "You don't get to wear a pretty white dress, do you?"
She looked confused. "I have many white garments."
I rolled my eyes. She'd never get the significance of a wedding. You can't teach an old dog a new trick. Especially one that's been around for five millennia.
"So, Heidi of the Volturi, up for some bonding time?" I tossed her my spare helmet.
She looked at it in bewilderment, then her gaze shifted to my precious bike and her features took on a look of loathing. "On that thing?" She looked utterly revolted.
"Of course not," I smirked at her. "You can ride Edwards."
Authors Note; A few things I'd like to cover. As for the cussing in the last chapter: I specifically addressed that matter, did I not? I stated how Rosalie spoke it with such ease it seemed like her normal language, which I think it would be. Rosalie is a very bold person. As for Bella cursing, if you haven't noticed, she is not innocent little Bella Swan. She curses, and that's it. Also, for the cussing in this and future chapters; Edward IS dark!Edward. And she is Bella Suicide. It's just how it is. No hostility, just felt the need to explain that As for my updates... I spit out two updates in one week, when I first began. I can not update every single day. First of all, it's extremely hard to update good quality stories every single day. The quality would be horrible, because quality takes time, revisions, perfecting. Also, while this story has very well taken over my brain, it is not my life. I do have friends and a boyfriend and a family and other things to do, but I update whenever I can. I do also have other stories, you know!
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