Biggest hardcore love to two of the most dedicated betas in fanfiction—Vanessarae and Viola Cornuta!
Disclaimer: Got me a coven of redneck vamps, a double wide, a broken iPod (or four), some New South…but the rest belongs to Miss SM.
So, I keep reading these wonderful fics where the authors have the loveliest little, scant notes…yeah, not gonna happen (and probably another ridiculously long one at the end too).
I'm woefully behind on replies, but I have a great excuse. Internet connection died earlier in the week when I'd planned on getting' back to y'all (what? It's the truth! – this chapter was meant to be out on Tuesday, screwed me over); replies coming forthwith. Many thanks to all of you gorgeous reviewers!
If you're not reading the outtakes, Rebelward Without a Cause, shame on you; you're actually missing a huge amount of storyline told from different POV's.
~~Let's just unofficially call this 'Eddie's New Moon'~~
Song, Romeo and Julietby Dire Straits
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Cheers, Derrydown Green.
Star Crossed Tosser
Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
You said 'I love you like the stars above and I love you till I die'
There's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?
I can't do the talk like they talk on the TV
And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything, but I'll do anything for you
I can't do anything 'cept be in love with you
And all I do is miss you, and the way we used to be
And all I do is keep the beat, the bad company
All I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme
Julie, I'd do the stars with you, anytime
~Romeo and Juliet, Dire Straits
Hot tarmac, cold rain. The smoky air risin' up in tendrils of gray. A harvest moon, a bouncin' bright orb bobbing in the sky.
How many days had I sat in the clearing?
How many hours had I become a carving?
As soon as I heard the soft clip-clop of hooves from a group of white-tailed deer high-tailing it from my cloister, I became pure monster.
Sniffing, sneering, aching to rip open their veins to watch and capture the spluttering fountains of their thick, near-sickening blood.
Every one, every one of them met my teeth and my talons and my smirk and my death.
Five in all.
I shoveled dirt over their carcasses and found it was still night. Always night. Never light.
Remembering the drooping sloop of Bella's back when she had leant on Alice and walked away from me, I sat once more. In the middle of the road. Cars screamed and careened around me. Headlights blinded me and horns blared at me as I counted all the yellowish dashes I could see, neon, running into the distance for miles.
Standing, I raised my arms. That moon fuckin' mocked me. It jeered and grinned and thumbed its nose and gave me the finger.
Middle of nowhere.
Serene in my insanity, I ambled to the soft shoulder and kicked up shells, shale, rocks, flowers.
Flowers.
Wild Black Eyed-Susans whose blossoms were heavy and whose seeds were as tobacco brown as Bella's irises.
Perfume.
Karmic intuition killed me.
You always hurt the one you love.
Fuck. That was worse than a Hallmark card or made-for-TV-movie… one that Bubba pulled a hankie out over and dabbed his eyes, like he could fucking cry anyway.
The switchblade, witch-haunt of my 'Do-don't', 'Kill-keep, 'Love-fuck' had me so far out on the Savannah Highway, I was at the compacted, stilled depths of the Combahee River.
It didn't tremble in fear. It was like glass in its stillness. It was a mirror, black and depthless with the moon's waving and hovering.
Another night. How many?
From our drive down to the Glades, I remembered a place. Off-road, a sign, leading down a path beside the Cherry Stand stranded out in the middle of 'not-fucking-much-happenin''.
Cuckold Landing.
Furious. Frightful. I hastened there, as if it held all the answers to all the questions I would never ever really inspect.
Because there was just one solution.
Me, plus Bella.
I'd royally fucked up, and she hadn't done a damn thing wrong apart from walk toward me in death and put her life in danger and ask for my reassurance and told me she loved me and fucking made love to me so deliriously, I still felt like I was mid-orgasm even as my mind spun in addled and misfired directions.
Dead limbs snapped as I crashed like a boar; anything to thresh out the silence.
Cuckold Landing.
Fuck you.
Stilled, muted, mutating and raking back my hair to come up with handfuls of leaves and pine straw and assorted other of nature's defecation, a soulless invective exploded from me into a sardonic rash of laughter. It transmuted into a growl, ripping shards through the heavy, inky, black sky.
Into the copse, like a corpse, decomposing limbs of trees snapped at me like bared teeth as I sought to put it all back together again in my head… all these goddamned, godawful, messed-up puzzle pieces. And my teeth gnashed at my own unsighted ignorance.
She would do anything for me.
To the landing past Jacksonboro, almost to the turn-off to Beaufort, and back again. I saw the huge, hulking shapes of putrefying gargoyles, but they were just turkey vultures perched on top of telephone poles, telegraphing with their beaks that there was my breed of danger in their midst.
Cathedrals rose from the dust-ash of the roadside. But they were no more than tiny, white, wooden chapels, stained-glass windows few and far between. The din of gospels rang as the sun bandied back and forth in rising.
Charlatans. Snake charmers. Holy Rollers. Pentecostals, penitents, those… believing.
I walked past, no more than a ghost.
Ramparts like the garrison of Volterra's castle were nothing more than unrepaired and faded picket fences limping around lawns, begging for a fluid ounce of rain.
Strongholds had me shaking as I made my way back. There was nothin' but chain-link reining in pit bulls bred to destroy trespassers.
Pit bulls, Volturi.
Same thing.
Days?
Nights.
I fell to my bed and drowned down. I punched my one, thin pillow. I grabbed a pen and paper and kicked the shit out of my piano until its skewed limp resembled mine.
Danger, desire, endangered, deranged, devoid.
Well, that sure as fuck wasn't much of a love note.
Blood blood, love love.
Fuck.
"FUCK!"
I just wanted.
Just.
Wanted.
Her.
Selfish, selfless?
Reflection didn't fuckin' suit me, at all.
Exhausted—I laughed mirthlessly—by all I desired so strongly that I'd kill just about anyone who came between us, I daydreamed, night-dreamed, never slumbered but thought and thought and fought with myself, my blankets, my cock, my phone that I finally threw to the floor and crushed so definitely it became one with the braided rug and lino.
Human.
Nature.
Nurture.
TAKE HER!
Vampire.
A vampire wired to a mortal?
Sinner.
I wickedly smiled and licked my lips and almost went to her right then.
But I stopped.
Sinner.
That was me.
Sanctified.
Bella.
Us?
~~ll~~
Tits swayed over my mouth, hanging like pendulums I couldn't catch with my tongue. Tied down, I couldn't move from beneath the chenille bedspread as she savagely fucked me with every womanly curve of her body…riding me until I screamed and I could see the creamy drops of her cum dowsing me, I could feel each driplet over the interlaced veins of my cock, which fought harder then softer then needier, greedier, inside of Bella as she slid to my side and held on for her life with every grunting, corporeal lunge I gave her.
I could only move my hips, my dick, up into her. All else was weighted, my cock was the bobber. Her pussy, my lure. Her heart, my interment.
Sun incised me. Scalped me.
Hurt me.
Made me realize I wasn't asleep, I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't anything fuckin' close to being.
Rolling over and hugging my hard-on and reliving my day dream and wanting to lick out all the poontang of Bella's cunt, I jerked off so quickly there was nothin' but the pillar of my cock to my hand, raising cum and venom and spilling in toxic junkets over my hips and beyond, loudly spraying the wall and floor.
This was no release.
I imagined Bella humming up my erection and licking every white ampoule into her lips, lapping, smiling, and wiping her lips.
"Get the fuck up," a booming, masculine voice desiccated my fake sleep. Bubba. "I gotta burn the sheets and air out all the mattresses." He rolled me off the bed and bundled everything up and looked on my dumped form.
"What. Fucker?"
I merely raised one eyebrow.
"Holy Whorebag. You don't know the super-bugs are comin'?"
Unsticking myself, I pulled a two-day-old pair of jeans out from the growing pile in the corner and snickered, "We got bed bugs now, Bubba? Good thing we cain't sleep."
"Fuck off, bro. Dr. Oz said they're headed south. You should thank your lucky stars I'm here to look after you, before you become all Body Snatchers and shit."
I threw my sledgehammer fist against his scruffy head, wrestling him in sheer disbelief, "SARS? Avian Flu? MRSA? BED BUGS!" Every utterance punctuated by another blow to his thick skull. Oh, he musta been tokin' up on his light machine for his fake Seasonal Affective Disorder (even though it was the height of summer)—SAD, that said it all-because he was full of vim and vigor, just laughin' me off and trundling away with every single piece of my bedding. And me? I was full up on piss and vinegar.
Just a few months ago, we'd been in opposite positions, me wakin' his non-sleepin' ass up with a sonic crack to his cranium. Back then all's I'd been able to think of was Bella—nothing at all had changed in that regard. That gorgeous waitress… the one who wouldn't talk to me, who'd stumbled into me, landed face first into my crotch. The woman-girl whose mind I hadn't been able to untangle with the fingerling push of my thoughts… the chick who had made my dick whine and pine and pound… who'd made me take leave of my usual sensual senses so all I could do was beat off, endless-fuckin'-ly instead of fuckin' any woman I wanted, whenever I'd wanted. Immortal and mortal alike.
Bella.
She would take down my order, lickin' the flinty tip of her pencil that was as charcoal as my lust-filled eyes takin' in her Daisy Dukes and tied-up top and tied-up hair and flip flops… and legs. Legs. Legs.
While the female truckers with lady-lovin' tendencies and the butch fishermen and the seersucker-suited, Lacoste-wearin' downtownies alike had all accosted her voluptuous vision with their own fantasies.
Sissy, because I'd wanted to fuck her just as much as I'd wanted to bleed her out, magma stream drop by tiny drop, and then keep her close and safe and safe and protected… and close. In my bed, under my arm, under my body, around my dick.
And I'd asked her out and kissed her, tried to kill her—almost—killed many for her, taken off, pushed her away, pulled her back, apologized, laughed more'n I ever had. Made love. Fucked. Been sucked off. Eaten her out. Showered her, loved her, spoiled her, tried to cook for her, denied the part of me that wanted to… make her unbreakable, like me. I'd ignored the three-quarters, then one-half, then one-fourth, and now the one-sixteenth part of me that still salivated just in her perfumed nightingale-nightshade presence to taste that part of her that folded in blue rivers beneath her tissue.
I'd confessed.
I'd been so jealous I'd almost killed a fuckin' entire population. Includin' Chester-cheese-dick the Walterboro Redneck, Eye-of-Newt Newton, and Receptacle-Ravaging-Rover.
I'd fallen in love.
I'd maimed and mangled enemies as well as her friend.
I'd been immutable and insatiable for full-on-fuckin' fighting.
Because I weren't no pussy and there was never no waylaying the intense primacy that would always, fucking always, overtake me when Bella's life was anywhere near danger.
Sliding to my knees, I lay my forearms across the piano stool that had met Bella's ass, not that long ago. Reaching across, I lifted the lid and tinkled the keys and they sounded out of tune, bronzed, cast. Like me. Wrong.
I scrubbed my face with both palms, washing and wishing away.
I jumped out my stupid double-wide's bedroom window, then stopped in the long dirt drive to pick up the Moultrie News, running over the headlines. I slapped the paper against my thigh, those goddamn dogs! "Coyotes Return?: Wild canines have been sighted on Daniel Island scavenging at dawn on trash day… reports have come in from Mt. Pleasant in the Patriot's Point area of huge, hairy dogs foraging along the tourist areas… Eyewitnesses…"
The pooches were gonna get us screwed if they didn't tone it down a bit, and I didn't give two shits they needed to outsource to support their enormous appetites.
Next door at Mr. Texas-Penske-Driver's house there was a pyramid of precariously places Schlitz cans to rival the Pharaoh's tombs. I stomped once and sent that shit toppling with a noise like aluminum bowling pins and a machine gun rat-a-tat-tat as they settled to the concrete apron forming the front yard.
I heard Bubba whining in the background, "Aw, man. The PBS replaced Cyberchase with RuffRuff Man!"
Feeling so bad, stupid and in love, needful and wanting more, I worried the visor of my camo baseball cap into the peak I preferred, tucked my finger to my lips and then scratched behind my ear. Realizing I probably looked like a damn dog myself, I dropped my hands and slouched against the mailbox. Not with all of my weight, no, because then the thing on its four-by-four post would be nothing more than a pulverized mound of metal and wood.
All these weeks and all these feelins and I felt dizzied, like I needed to breathe into a brown paper bag, just like Bubba had when faced with his woman, and his old girl, and Eleazar.
Well, screw that.
I dragged in a deep breath of dry-dirt-dust and punched the industrial-sized ashtray at Delilah's homestead next door,and like a Weeble it wobbled and just came right back at me…japing at me until I friggin' origamied the tan plastic into a crucifix the likes of which Franklin Graham would be proud… possibly, if he was a chain-smokin' Luddite…
A couple hundred Lucky Strike butts rolled around.
I almost felt bad, because I was sure the fuckers were gonna get fined by the newly created Luxury Hollow's Home Owner's Association through no fault of their own.
Hey, at least Monsieur L'isiana across the way would be happy for a change.
All this commotion, all this menace… they know about her… The One.
My one.
It was the one thing I'd never wanted, to love so hard it hurt to breathe, hurt worse not to breathe, fucking ended me not to see her. And then the other thing, Bella was on their radar. Bella was in their scope, Bella was exposed.
Jesus.
I had no other place to go, so I walked back up onto the porch. Jizz had appeared from the thinnest air. He doffed his hat, shored his toothpick to one side of his mouth, pulled down the shit-eating grin he'd been sporting and greeted, "Mornin'…"
At his pause I raised an eyebrow.
Well, I'd gotten kinda used to calling you 'Sunshine', he thought.
"But you're lookin' like death warmed up," he finished.
"No shit," I deadpanned.
Em knocked his elbow to Jazz's side with all the gentleness of a front-end-loader so Junior's Stetson fell further over his blond forelocks, and then they were both sniggering and whispering, like that made any difference.
Devious cunts.
I gave one middle finger, imperiously, "Fuck." Then employed the other, "You."
"Oh man, don't blame me," Jazz tried to finagle his fucking way out of my wrath, going so far as to take his toothpick out of his mouth and point it at his cohort as they huddled over the duct-taped-together laptop.
"No you don't, Rear-ender, I was just searchin' Craigslist for some used romance novels," Bubba made all innocent. What, braw, they had some good shit in the 70's.
Crossing my arms to contain myself from compactin' their foolhardy heads together, I bit, "And this is how y'all are gonna cheer me up?"
Patting all his pockets, Jizz came up with a fresh straw and held it aloft like he was Edison and he'd just invented the lightbulb, "Well, it was either this or Bristol Palin on 'Dancing with the Stars'."
"Shut your gaping piehole, ass-fucker," I feigned a smack, so close to deliverin' it the air whistled past his face and the woosh of my force flattened his cheek to bone, his mouth to teeth.
That almost satisfied me.
Bristol Pubescent Princess Palin, poster child for teenage pregnancy. Jesus Cunting Christ. Since when the fuck was she a star? What? Her claim to fame was getting knocked up and having a big-mouthed, fake-faced, Vice Presidential candidate for a mother? Yeah, well done ABC.
Dire straits indeed.
So what? Instead they set me up a Craigslist account and stuck a goddamn m4w ad to it?
I wrenched the laptop from Bubba's thighs and balanced it on the railing, glowering at the screen to read:
Undead Redneck for Beautiful Heiress with Cock/Drug Addiction Potential – 17 and then some (The Country)
Date: 2010-06-25, 9:54AM EDT
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Are you daddy's little girl? It's time to mix it up with some redneck. I own a double-wide trailer. DOUBLE-WIDE! For all you sheltered girls, that means you can stand up in the living room. I take my job seriously, because I'm a businessman. My meth lab takes up the kitchen, so we're gonna have to hang in the bedroom. If you get uncomfortable in the trailer; NO PROBLEM! I'm gonna be perfectly happy in your BMW. I've got some moonshine that will take the finish right off your David Yurman bracelet. Then I'll let you ride me in your front seat, don't worry though, my vampire venom cum will only enhance that Europeen new-car-smell in your imported auto.
I chuckled in spite of myself, "Got any replies yet?"
"Dude, you ain't that much in demand," Bubba began to get out the daily dozen beers.
Well, he got that right.
I declined the brews and ambled down the steps, takin' good care to snarl at the fat fucking blue-tailed skink that liked to sun himself on the bottom stair.
"Where you goin'?" Bubba hollered.
I just shrugged my shoulders, gripped my keys and kicked the pebbles out of my way.
~~ll~~
I didn't go anywheres.
I went all over my life, my past, my love, my woman in my mind until my eye twitched and I forgot where I was.
Again.
Looking around, I made it out to be noon and I was at Mepkin Abbey. It'd been awhile since I'd needed this place.
The jolly monks may have taken a vow of silence, but that didn't extend to their minds. One particularly flustered friar saw me at the end of the garden, at the bottom of a path, lowered to the stone column, part of the sculpture, so still I had turned to marble. With my hands pressed to my thighs, balanced on my heels, my elbows back behind me like bony wings, my hawk-like grim grin, he broke through with a flood of Hail Marys.
Ghoul.
The chickens started. Startling me. Their beaky screech plucking me to motion.
Somewhere else, possibly another day, I peeled my eyes and opened my ears to the roar around me. Inside a concrete box, just like a casket. Ha ha, just like my heart, I laughed harshly. I coughed because my voice was like razor blades, unused and rusty. Dulled and cutting. Black, flaky bars armed off the windows. Coulda been a penitentiary, but I guessed I'd incarcerated myself in a disgusting bar.
Drum beats dulled. Blacks and whites and drunks and doctors and students shuffled around the molten, cold darkness. A lightbulb hissed behind my head and blinked out after four flickers of strobe light. Lazily, I propped my elbow to the table, too heavily, and it began to careen to the floor with all my solid weight.
I righted it, but it still teetered. The floor was a stinky mat of butts and the gum of spilled drinks.
Mashing my lips together, I sniffed one of the twenty foggy tumblers in front of me… bourbon.
I felt for my wallet, was amazed to still find it in my pocket, threw a bundle of bills on the table where they fanned out like a deck of cards.
Unused to standing, I guessed, I stumbled over my feet.
A buxom broad with milky white cleavage and straw blond hair clasped my wrist with fingernails in all sorts of bright designs, "You okay there?"
Her drugstore perfume smelled cheap, her lips were lewdly painted, but her thoughts were as genuine as the clear blue eyes guardedly guiding me out the door.
Under the streetlamp, I shaded my eyes, felt for my baseball cap, scratched behind my ear, ran the pad of my thumb over the curve of my bottom lip, "Yeah."
In the pool of night light around us, I saw the tattoos covering the inside hills of her boobs. Four leaf clovers. They almost kissed each other.
She smiled faintly, lifting her eyebrows, "Luck."
I looked away and dug out my keys, pressed the button so the bastard would tell me where the hell I'd parked it. Right over there, across the street with three pink tickets shoved beneath the windshield wipers.
"Yeah, well, I'm fatal."
"I doubt that." Again her fake nails rose to me, halting in front of my face. And once more, her look was too searching.
"You're fated," she stepped back and nodded me towards the Bronco. "There's a difference, you know."
As I pulled away, this lovely sideshow lady kissed her fingertips and gave me the peace sign and mouthed, "For good luck."
Dawn tilted over my eyes.
Luxury Hollows unfolded in the newness of daylight faltering, gathering, gritting out the shadows.
Bubba was pacing. He'd created a long track of barren ground amidst the slightly less deadened tufts of grass of the yard.
"Where ya' been? Paw said to leave you to lick your wounds and Maw said-" he sniffed me and fell back, ""Fuck, dude, you stink worse than them rat-assed, rapier-teethed rapscallions."
"What did Maw say?" I bruised my fingers to the nape of my neck again and punched my keys inside my hand, remembering that Bella had every single key to everything I owned, including whatever remained of my soul.
Coiling my arm, I threw the keyring as far as I could and stood still until I heard it slurp into the muddy swamp basin at the back of the trailer.
Quicksand sucked them down and fiddler crabs clattered over the metal with the ding-ding of their chitin claws.
Leading the way to the trailer, Em plied, "Well, she weren't happy. You know how she gets with the telephone." He ringed his left ear with his pinkie as if still hearing her shout. "You coulda called, man."
His eyes were so gold they glowed like hops, and the loop of his fists let go of each other to pummel against my back, "We been through a lot, Eddie. I mean," he beat me in my sternum, "you're like my brother, and we're going ta set this shit to rights."
Opening the whiny screen door, I saw that Bubba had detailed the entire double wide in his efforts to rid us of bed bugs. All neatened and clean and pristine and not one scent of Bella was left.
In terror, I looked around, glancing off every available surface, "What did Maw say."
"She said she's gonna knock you into next week soon as she catches up with you."
"Anyway," Bubba went to my room and returned, pushing something soft, silky, fragranced, Bella, into my hands, "I din't warsh this."
Her skirt.
A yellow skirt.
I inhaled and braced myself.
"You didn't answer my question, dick cheese. Where have you been?"
"The Recovery Room," I sank to the couch.
"No shit!" Em stuck his hand to my forehead and glued two fingers to my neck as if he was checkin' my pulse, "The emergency room? You okay?"
I was nearly too tired to answer or bulldoze him aside, "No, man. The bar. On the Crosstown, downtown. Intersection of President and Crack Street."
Relief catapulted inside him, he'd thought I'd gone off to get myself topped. "Hey, you got some hits on your personal ad while you were out."
"Did I?"
"Dude, it's been two days."
Two days? And how many more?
"What?" I spun her cloth between my fingers, mesmerized by the ruffles.
"You ain't seen Bella in," he counted off his fingers, "seven days."
Oh hell. No. God, no. No wonder I was so unsettled… and Bella, how could I have…
A week?
Adrenaline roared through me as I leaped out of the trailer to find my keys in the swamp, a bellow on my lips rippling the weak tide and pushing it back, "Bella!"
Wiping my hands of mud and running in seconds-fast to my truck, my phone rang.
It was in my front pocket. Huh, last thing I remembered was destroyin' my cell. Where the fuck had this come from?
M'Esme.
"I just called to say I'm driving by y'all's house,"—most irritating southern habit ever-she steadied into her stern voice, "And boy, you better skedaddle over to the Swans' and sort yourself out."
I skidded to a stop, "Why's she at Surly Swan's?"
"He has a shotgun."
I chortled, worriedly, "So? Not like it'll harm me."
"But Bella wishes it could."
Em blustered out and yelled, "Wait! This one reply here sounds promising: 'Good ol' big gal right down the road. U R so sexay. The trailer sounds like mine. Text me N send a pic, have rubber sheets."
His gigantic laughter sent me forward.
Dickhole.
I'd never wanted to get to Bella faster.
~~ll~~
"No." Charlie pronounced, and he weren't jokin' around. He barred the door with his body and fired up his shotgun, aiming down the barrel, making sure it was fully loaded and ready to go off.
It didn't fuckin' matter, of course… but it mattered.
Shit.
I'd spent half an hour staking out Bella's old house, stalking back and forth outside with my cap in my hands—pulling it slowly apart—and my heart-thing on my sleeve before I'd even knocked on the door.
'No.' I nodded to myself; that was right. That was just.
Because I should be dead already.
Because, the visions of Bella's last few days put his long mustache to quivering. And I saw it all. The rumpled bedspread thrown aside, her legs kicking, her breath hitching with sobs sickening out just half my name before she screamed. Charlie turning on a light in the hall and looking in, shaking his head and covering her still-quaking body back up. Three hours later, a blood curdling cry, "No! I won't let you do this, don't let me go, I can save us!" and her eyes were wild transparencies hovering between this life and this death as her father goddamn begged her, "Please, Bella, please sleep." Rocking her in the chair I'd sat on.
This here man picked up the pieces.
The dry tinderbox of her wails ignited me, chewed another gash into me where I'd thought myself untouchable.
"Of course, Sir," and for the first time I wasn't taking the piss as I bade him goodnight and watched the door close.
But I never said I'd leave.
I listened to her heart beating.
I sat against a tree.
I heard her father turning off all the lights, checking the locks, closing the windows and, lastly, lookin' in on my woman.
I continued my march below her window, following the yellow circle thrown down from the streetlamp above, just as she'd walked around and around the path of light outside Maw and Paw's the night I'd raced after The Fuckface from Frigiliana, in exactly the same posture I'd used as I'd worked over the track in the clearing after Bella'd left with Alice.
But I wasn't in a trance anymore.
I first heard the lock turning with a scrape. Then the window slowly rising, whinging, clearly in need of a squirt of WD-40; I made a note to bring some over next time. I didn't dare look, maybe she was just gonna chuck a shoe at me or somethin'—though if she was, I hoped it was one of them silky, ribbony, wedge things. My dick thumped at the thought, and I adjusted myself to the left and over my thigh, and waited.
The aroma of her blood ran out over me in whispering juicy secrets known only to my flesh, I caught it with a surreptitious whiff.
Silkily, she threw her voice-not her shoes-down, "Not gonna serenade me, are ya'?"
Shielding my eyes in case I saw hate, or too much hurt, or the end of the line, I gnawed on my lip and lifted my irises. Bella leaned on the sill; her eyes weren't too bloodshot. Her lids not too puffy. She didn't look too cut-up.
Her lips were kissable as ever.
"No, uh…" I dragged my hand to my neck and cracked a few vertebras with the simple pressure of my fingers digging in. I shoved my other hand into my pocket, stared down at my unlaced Timberlands, "Your father forbade me to come in."
She angled further out until her tits pushed against the sill, "I thought you said that 'Invite Only' stuff for vampires was just mumbo jumbo."
"Yeah," I skittered to her face again and inhaled so deeply, imbibing and memorizing the point of her nose, the plump of her mouth, the color in her cheeks, her widow's peak, her freckles, her thoughtful, quizzical gaze. Fuck, I'd missed her. Roping in my need to reach up, run up, break wood and glass just to get to her, I grimaced away from her total loveliness, "It's just, I was tryin' to be respectful."
Another shard of wood splintered down to the ground as the pane of glass squealed up the frame and Bella laughed hysterically and hooted so loudly she scared off the barn owl in the tree two feet over and I had to shhh her.
Wiping her eyes, lickin' her lips, she demanded, "Aw hell, Eddie, get your ass up here."
Takin' in her girlhood bedroom again, I ventured only just within the perimeter, because to look at her was to worry; to get close was to want more.
She crossed her arms over her bust and made it thrust up even more.
Well, I couldn't not say hello to her knockers, could I? That was just plain rude.
But it wasn't her tits I saw when I finally hefted my eyes to her, it was her neck, held just gingerly to one side.
White gauze was patching her wound where she'd taken Beef-Jerky-Breath-Jake'sbowie knife to her skin.
Frowning, I unwrapped her, kissing the worried, raw scar to heal it instantly, "Does it hurt?"
She sighed and folded her arm around my neck, "Yes, Eddie. It hurts. It hurts that you don't trust me."
Inside the moist glen of her hair against her collarbone, I craved, I hated this, "Why would you do this?" I jolted away, closing her closet door against some other boogeyman, "Why would you ever look for me?"
Sitting back on her bed and falling to her elbows so the pretty slip she wore laced higher up her thighs and fondled lower over her tits, Bella announced, "You may be an asshole, but you're my asshole."
I smiled, she'd said that before.
"Don't you get all soft on me."
"As if that could ever happen," I chucked her thighs open and let her know just how hard I was as I lay on top of her, grinding into the soft patch of her snatch and the spun-sugar lips still hidden from me.
She grabbed the mane of my hair and held me off, "I ain't done with you yet, lover."
Her chamois eyes shaded.
Even while she told me off, she stroked the suede of my biceps. I took off my shirt to aid her caresses, half-listenin' to her diatribe, "You just can't do this shit, Eddie… you left me alone… I had to find my way back."
She smacked me on my ass, and hell if that didn't make me want to get good and gone inside her pussy, right there, right now.
"Fuck, if you spank me again, Bella, I won't be responsible for my actions." I growled, wantin' nothing more than to shoot a repository of toxic cum into her.
"Maybe you better get off me then. Because I really want to hit you."
Shit, and she wasn't talkin' about playful slaps either.
I rolled to my back, pulled my forearms over my face. My stomach buckled, and I heard her sitting up beside me. I started, "I'm a vampire, Bella," I stole the listening image of her to my treasure trove of memories. Her hair a wild haven, her lips and heart beating out my hammering Heaven.
"You're my woman, and it just don't matter how capable y'are… as a human, you are breakable."
She popped her knuckles, thumbed my chest, and listened, still undecided.
I was on my knees in front of her, not in supplication but in mutual ownership, I touched her breast lightly, then my grotto-heart, "You are mine, just as surely as I'm yours, and I will NEVER stand back and allow you to be hurt."
My teeth ground inside my mouth, sending chills over Bella.
Hardened to crystal, she straightened, "Only by you?"
Frowning, I jolted away, meeting the corner of her room and denting the wallpaper in so the chain of flowers crushed into a blended bouquet.
Buttressed on one hand, I saw her over my shoulder, all hopeless, almost topless, tangled up in her nighty, all messy with me. Staging forward, I gave out, "I can't control it. Bella, fuck!"
When I thought of her being killed or taken or made by another vampire, I was burst through with primacy. Lethal intent. Some sort of manic possession stored deeply in my unmoving malachite marrow.
Awkwardly, I sat cross-legged on the foot of her bed. "Darlin'," I whispered until the hush of my new soft tone melted her a little bit toward me, "You think too much of me," my sad smile folded up and down and then drowned. "For all my skill, for all my ability to meander through thousands of thoughts and ideas… I have tunnel vision where you're concerned."
"Me too," Bella leaved forward more, meeting my knees with hers.
Just that scant touch boiled me.
"I… I need to keep you safe," I pleaded and scattered away and succored to the floor again, a sneer on my mouth, "Safe from everyone but me." Spreading my palms, I showed them to her… these things that had touched her skin. Then I precisely took the foul t-shirt smellin' of dog sweat that had been stokin' my fires since I'd entered her room and sheared it within one second until all that remained was a tiny pile of cotton confetti.
"This is what I do."
I bit my finger and looked at her dirtily, walking round and round her bed, "So, love, you see, when I get the chance for a," I halted and planted my feet, "skirmish, I get a release so fulfilling. I don't have to stop, worry, wonder if I'm gonna fucking kill someone I love." My lip curled, and her heart stilled and still I didn't stop my tirade.
Treading again, "In the moment… it's a goddamn relief I can't ever explain. When all I want is forever and never and nothing and everything and all the goddamn world is breathing its funky-ass breath on me and tryin' to take me down; I just need to fight. Kill."
Her cheeks fell, her hands fell, she fell.
I felt.
I felt her locks, moving them away, one strand at a time until I could see her expression.
Accepting.
Sad.
"Don't do this, love." She blinked her nubuck eyes. I laughed, made light, "I'm sorry, sometimes I just need to kick some fucking ass without repercussions."
Just then my phone chirped like cunt-fucker cricket. I, uh, barked into the receiver, "What?"
Jizzper, "I'm just drivin' by the Swans'. I know you're there, so I thought-"
I turned my back and beat out, "I'm tryin' to gaddamn apologize here."
Mashing the cell, I went back to Bella.
She overlooked me.
Lured me in.
I took off my clothes and bedded against her.
Inside her neck I mouthed, "It's like coming down from a high, a bender."
She shuffled back to me and brought my hard cock between her thighs.
"You spin so luminously, love," I spread my thumbs over her nipples, "Everyone wants you."
"I feel it all; and I can only unleash against the wolves, a new world of adversaries."
Snuggling and holding dearer, I moaned, so ecstatic to have her in my arms, "Everyone was safe! Just for a minute. And I fuckin' short-circuited. I just didn't say what I should have said."
An elbow feather-lit to my hips and she lay above me, "That was the one goddamn time you didn't just blurt out-"
I pressed her lips, "I love you, Bella Swan."
Smelting against me, she fished to my chest, "I love you so much, Eddie Cullen."
"Don't go leavin' me again." I couldn't curtail my rough decree.
"You left me!" She orbited over me.
Back to square one.
"Jesus Whore, Bella, you think I'm gonna bring you along when I go off to kill for you?"
The satin on her thighs bled away from me, "But you would if I were a vampire." A charge, not a question.
Making her pillow hill to me, I answered, "Reckon I wouldn't have much choice."
Her bedside lamp shimmied on with the click of her fingers, "What do you mean?"
The short, dark satin mingling against her long, cream lushness raised another inch on her thighs. "Newborns are incredibly strong."
"You mean I could kick your ass?" Bella squeezed my butt.
"Probably," I knew immediately I'd said something I shouldn't have; her eyes sparkled and speared me.
Faster, stronger.
She started giggling, "You thinkin' of the Bionic Woman theme song?"
A giant grin on my lips had me hugging her, "Uncontained, unable to be captured, almost indestructible."
Maybe she already was.
"You've never mentioned this before," she shed her snakeskin of satin and hotted to me.
The monumental feel of her tits, the wobbly firmness of her ass, the bite of her hipbones, they all distracted me.
Impoverished for her taste and weight and eroticism, I hurled her down to the mattress and came against her, with my hard-rock cock and my wide-ropey chest scratching her stuck-up nipples, "You weren't ever interested."
Perspiration dampened between us, making my pubes moist and matted. My dick felt so massive. A slippery wealth of her wetness webbed between my cock and her pussy until all I heard was the slapping of my shaft and slurping suction as I pushed back and forth, holding my boner down to her cunt, enveloped in Bella's swollen, soused sex.
Gasping and writhing, she kicked out the sheets and mangled pillows. She bit at my shoulders and lapped my throat as I strained to fuck her, "Maybe I am now… interested."
I jerked and one hemp of cum bowed her pussy in a creamy white wire. I slapped my hips to hers and thudded my head to her shoulder, "Are you?" I hoped, and wanted to be disinterested, immune… I was terrified and never more turned on by the idea of having her, having this, for the rest of forever.
"I don't know."
My nuts were shockingly tight, and this infuriating example of humanness worked me over, and under.
Another push, another purr, another thrust outside her rouge-ridged interior and I came again, more mightily as she smiled and toed up my thighs as her own spill sped between us.
And this was just a hump.
My wrist to my mouth so I shouldn't, wouldn't suck-bite hers, I held a hand to her jumping tummy, "That was good."
"Yeah," she tucked in on herself, towards me.
Our sticky-tacky release looked good on her.
"True-blue make-up sex next?" I asked.
"I don't think so, babe," Bella stifled a yawn.
Shit-a-goddamn.
She murmured, "We've been takin' this too fast."
A broken, hysterical laugh convulsed me, "Too fast?"
This was all too fast, too clamoring.
Death knells and dirges and dogs and Eye-talians were nipping at our heels.
She weren't ready to yield; yet I begged, "You expect me to backtrack after havin' fucked you?"
This helter-skelter, off-kilter bullshit was ending me.
I was already sporting another full woody.
"Yeah, I do." She said. Her damp fingers and dusky diamond eyes and her heartbeat all duned over me like a surplice. "I want foreplay." I could do that, in my non-sleep. "I want honesty." I'd try. "I want to touch your cock," I cried out at just her words and lifted my hips, "and to know you'll be focused right on me, never thinking about your past escapades or the future too much."
Roughly, I grabbed her hair and spun her to me, "You think I'm wantin' someone else now?" I spread her lips open with my fingers and fondled around the sweet-gold ocean of her slit.
She shook her head as much as my grip allowed, "No!"
"Foreplay, huh?" I hung over her like a draped cloth and dipped my cock to her, my balls swagging against her cleft, my lips pursed to her nipples.
Then I sat to my heels.
I heeled.
I'd healed.
A torrent of gushing lushness broke over Bella in waves. She scrabbled up and spread her legs.
I wanted to make her laugh. I wanted to make her feel better. I wanted her to know I only ever smiled because of her.
I wanted to see her happy again, unworried, unhurried.
Nothin' was sexier than Bella enjoying life, the life I wanted to hate so I could make her mine.
All feminine musk and arching back, she looked… alive.
"Okay." I unrolled the sheets like billowing sails until they covered us.
She smirked and held the covers to her neck like she was a virgin even though her legs rubbed between mine, like my lover, "Just like that?"
"Honest Injun, I won't touch you until you ask for it."
I was such a liar.
"You are so lying, Eddie."
Back to jaggin' off, wanking… tossing. Probably a good thing, since my bed was in a shambles and still not made up after Bubba's tear against the goddamn bed bugs.
I gave it another go though. Hell, I was nothin' if not persistent. I stood and held up my balls and stroked my shaft a couple times before joinin' Bella below blankets, meshing my body to hers and lowering slowly on top of her. Tickling the sweet ivory arch of her neck with my tongue, placing long, wet kisses under her chin and down to her collarbone and over the top mounds of her tits, kneading my swollen cock right into her pussy and meshing our flesh together. I worked over her, panting and groaning, up on my palms beside her shoulders, massaging her nipples with my chest.
Her hands slipped from my throat to my chest, her mouth slid from my jaw to my lips, turning her head so she could mate our mouths. We made out for ages, a maze of limbs, a labyrinth of skin gliding, with me growling, "Uuuh, Bella!" She grappled around my back and pulled me straight to her, tugged her mouth away, "I missed you, you shit." I chuckled and snapped my hips to hers again. She flat-handed me on my torso, "Now tell me what the hell's goin' on."
"It's already dark out, don't you just wanna sleep?" and let me feel you up some more?
"No," she curtly replied.
Son of a slut.
"Then we best speak to Carl."
On the way to The Bluff, we passed by a new sign:
'If you're all wrapped up in yourself, you're overdressed'
I took that as… well… a sign from above to start unbuttoning Bella's shirt. Or wait, was that my shirt? My eyes bugged out as her cleavage appeared with every button undone, because Bella's unbound tits toppling out of my shirt was so fuckin' sexy I couldn't help but reach inside and flick her nipple.
"Eddie!"
"What? God said so," she looked at me strangely until I huffed, "Hell, Bella, didn't you see the sign back there?" She cranked around so the shirt tucked lower over her right breast, showing off a soft aureole.
"Nevertheless, 'no' means 'no'," she swatted my hands away, but left the shirt half open.
Cunningly, I asked, "Always?"
"Yes."
My hand fidgeted back and plucked open one more button, "Eddie!"
"You said yes." I smiled innocently.
"You're incorrigible." She grinned.
"You love it," I decided, I knew it.
"Yeah," she sighed.
I leaned over and pointed my tongue to her earlobe, listening to her blood singing, her heart trotting, "Maybe I just want my shirt back."
An ingénue, she blinked at me, full of guile, "Before or after we talk to Carl?"
As if I was gonna have her bare-breasted and all bouncy boobs in front of Paw. I let her go and made do with her plunging neckline tormenting my cock into another strike of priapism.
Carl was in his den, sitting behind his desk, surrounded by reams of paper, opened and upended tomes on veterinary medicine, philosophy, poetry, vampire lore, wolf legends, and a couple Playboys.
A new specimen sat on the long, dark wood in front of him; a two-headed half-pig-half-cow fetus. A chimera.
So quiet, in mind and motion, was the black-haired Robber Bride I didn't even see her until she startled me by pulling Bella into a hug and rubbed her back, whispering, "I told you."
Bella glanced at me, her lips curved deliciously, her eyes drooped erotically.
"Shouldn't you be out committing grand larceny or somethin'?" I queried. I didn't like them havin' secrets, girl-time, girl/ghoul talks when I was on the outs.
Alice patted Bella's hand and glowered at me, "Shouldn't you be…" I saw the possibilities runnin' through her head: Working? No. Masturbating? Hmmm, looks like he just did. Drinking? Will be soon enough.
Finally she threw her hands up in surrender, "I've got nothing. Because you do nothing, Clairvoyant Cock-"
I had to stop her there, "Hey, I'll have you know, I ain't no cocksucker. Jizzper, yes. Me, no."
Exasperated, Alice sat down.
"Look, Carl," he perked up from fiddling with his new toy, the two-headed mutant, "Bella wants to know what's goin' on."
The Little Person to my left giggled and then gave me her own guileless eyes.
I rolled mine.
"Eddie, maybe you're askin' the wrong person," he looked pointedly at Bella.
She blanched; I got all up in arms, "What the fuck? Bella don't know shit," she narrowed her eyes, "I mean, she don't know crap about this… fucked up mess.
"Assholes! Everywhere! Can't someone tell me if El Flea's gonna turn up again like a bad penny?" I shouted so the leaves of the bent open books breezed.
Silence.
"What about Irina, for fuck's sake?" I pressed on.
"Irina's on our side," Paw confirmed.
Minnie Mouse hopped up like she was on a pogo stick, "You know, there's going to come a time when Bella will probably know more than you."
I inspected her like she was crazy, which she was, of course.
"Think about it, Eddie. Aro gets one hold on you, and he'll have everything against us. I'm almost certain that he won't be able to divine Bella's thoughts." The Pocket-Sized Pillager was in full-on filibuster mode, campaignin' for our future and I couldn't get a word in edgewise or pull a single friggin' one of her thoughts out lengthwise. "I don't know all the ins and outs, but Bella's the lynch pin, the loophole to all this."
Bella stood tall and proud, she didn't pale or shy away from these words.
Clenching my jaw, forming my fists, my nostrils flared, and I raised a hand as if to knock all the jars of formaldehyde mammal fetuses from Carl's shelves in one fell swoop. Bella touched me, hushed me, took me to a chair, sat me down, and sat on top of me, "I know, baby. You want to protect me, I know." She stroked my face, favoring my lips with her fingertips, "But I need to know this. Okay?" Her brow furrowed. I held my frame still as granite and nodded woodenly.
The Negligible Know-it-all hunkered in front of us, all scarecrow, all corkscrewed around herself, all fishnet tights and giant tulle skirt and lace and silk and taffeta and black bloused, "Someone out there has a grand plan."
I moved my mouth just enough to say, "Who?"
Her eyes gleamed through parakeet yellow to crusted-lava, "I don't know that yet." She stared at me, "And I might not be able to tell you when I finally figure it out."
The timber of the armrest broke apart into sawdust beneath my clawed fingers, otherwise I didn't move, "I'm just supposed to let things happen?"
"You don't have a choice. It's destiny." She touched my knee briefly, then the empty left side of my chest, coming to rest her palm above Bella's boob, right where her heart slushed-clipped-clopped-slugged, "You and Bella are ordained… whatever happens, it's inevitable."
I blanked her out, destiny. I'd had enough of that. Cracking my fingers and tryin' to remember some civility, I cradled Bella. I had to smooth out my sculptured rigidness, each muscle at a time. I had to breathe her in and strut across her hip and her thighs and her face and hair until the permanence of my tungsten tissue remembered how to be somethin' other than too hard. Acute Alice slithered away, "We have no choice but to let it manifest."
"This is why you didn't warn us about Cuntass Columbus.You did know." I impugned. She was caught off guard, and I accused again, "Yeah, I had me some time to think about it." Days I couldn't remember while I'd persecuted myself just like I used to.
Alice slayed, "Strain yourself, did you?"
I placed Bella on the chair paired with mine before the fireplace whose grate was totterin' with boxes of turkey-baster sized syringes and rubber gloves. I stepped over her as Alice jumped up-floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee.
Outraged, I reached for her arms and thunked her down on top of Carl's desk, "You deliberately put her in harm's way!"
Carl skittered back to the windows as the desk moved with our scurrilous fight. Her face smashed, her heel came up to my nuts, I heard the crunch of somethin' otherwordly and unmeant to bend or break shatter inside my palm… her wrist.
Writhing, Alice did some sort of mud wrestlin' move and dropped to the floor.
I raised my foot to kick her, a kittenish mewl made me pause, my beingsheared in two. I stopped. I stilled. Just like I'd been at Mepkin Abbey, I was plastered in muteness, nothingness, a void, avoid.
"Eddie, Eddie?" Bella was there, but so far away.
"I tried to protect her from you, I tried to stop you from making a mistake. You're the only one who can hurt her, Eddie. You were the only one who hurt her that night. I'd never… this isn't a fucking fairy tale, Eddie."
Alice bailed herself out.
"Eddie!"
Impeccable heat, horizons of warmth. She crossed in front of me. Like a blanket, just like a blanket. Her scent swam to me. Arms reached round me, swaying me from my station. Saturating me.
Bella, Bella.
"This was what he was like the entire time." That was Alice.
Was it? How did she? I blinked, I remembered. She'd been there all the while, quiet and tuned in to my tuning out. A small black dot on my radius. Watchin' over me, waiting. Makin' sure I was okay?
I wanted to hate her. I should hate her, right?
She'd silently placed the new cell in my pocket, I saw it now. I'd been sitting inside the Recovery Room, spinning cardboard beer coasters and downing bourbon when she'd flashed darkly from the murk and patted my wallet then pushed the phone into my hands.
I shivered and blinked again, my eyes like tablets.
Bella.
Corroded, my arms wound around her. A deep breath and she was a soft punctuation alive against me.
"I'd like to stay here tonight, Sir," Bella looked back to Carl.
Carl halted his sleepless, ceaseless note scribblin' in illegible script, "Course, darlin'. Esme's got all these rooms made up, she'd love nothing more than to have a full house," he caught my glimpse and looked away.
Because I defamed everyone I loved.
Inside a bedroom of lilac and gray, I reclined against the door. I'd found my sealegs again, "I'm stayin' too."
Bella finished undressing down to her panties and opened the duvet to me, "'Course you are, baby." She looked at me like I was deranged, which I was.
I kissed her all through the night. Moths barraged the windows with their wings, called to her light. I held her hip, I strolled over her tummy. I dreamed, awake, about her smell of flowers and blood and words and love.
More than once, I pushed my erection down and between her legs, just to feel the purchase of her cunt.
I took her panties off, too.
With the slattern sun slighting across us, I woke her with my lips to her crown. The boggling maze of our limbs sinuated as she slanted lower, stretched, hummed.
"You have to work," I braided her hair up my arm.
"Mmmm, huh?"
Her lips and nipples smacked against me in delicious slow motion.
"Mama's, darlin', you have a shift."
I fed her; I was a gentleman about it all, aside from dipping my index and middle fingers beneath her pants to slide into her ass.
I dropped her off at Cranky Charlie's.
On her tiptoes, Bella kissed me so thoroughly from outside the rolled-down window of my truck, I walloped the horn and beat a hole through the roof of the cab.
I held her face and sucked her bottom lip between mine, "I want you, love."
Her smile so sexy, so beautiful, so lovely, she backed up when I put the Bronco in drive. Wonderingly, Bella wiped across her mouth, "I'll see you at Mama's?"
I looked at her like she was insane, but she was the farthest thing from it. "No doubt, baby."
~~ll~~
I'd had to go huntin' with Bubba first, before I saw her again. Seemed I hadn't eaten for quite a while. Them deer were the last thing I could recount.
"Open season on wild hogs in the Lowcountry, bro," Em had raced me to the outskirts of Francis Marion Forest—boar was off-limits there, but we could catch a good haul if we sat in our blind and waited for them to cross the boundary.
Their bristles had passed my lips; their chewy glug of blood entered me. I'd been midway through one pig when I reached out my hand, pile-drivin' another to the ground.
Smeared and scented with iron, we'd opened up beers and sank against the hillocks of pine roots underground.
Our gift for Mama Brown had squealed from its harness three feet away.
"Gonna be some good sucklin'," Bubba drank.
"Wanna know what I did today?" he'd asked.
Not really.
"Checked your Craigslist," he'd laughed.
"And?"
"Well, you got you an inbox full of offers. Cynthia-Mae was particularly amusin'. She wants to 'redecorate with blow-up dolls and chintz, and snort coke off the cistern then take you downtown to meet her Charlestonian family'," he'd finished his beer and started to throw it out across the sloppy swamp before I'd disciplined, "Recyclin', dude."
He'd blown out his chest and put the bottle back in the Igloo.
"So, Cynthia-Mae? Mandy? Mercedes? Any of them broads interest you?" Bubba'd kept on.
I'd hid my grin, "Don't think so."
"Bella, huh?" he'd growled at the boar until it pissed its scat to the ground.
"Yup," I'd tipped back the PBR.
"Y'all got a good thing there."
"I know it."
"And I'm gonna castrate you next time you blank out like that, brother," Bubba had closed his eyes—and thankfully his mouth too—thoughtfully designing the smoker he was just about to make us clobber together.
Bein' as near attention-deficit as me, he'd rallied up in my face, catching me unawares, "I also got me some Mucinex-D today… fuck if my allergies ain't actin' up. Took ten minutes; had to give 'em my license and all sorts of shit. Easier to get hold of alcohol than medicine these days."
I'd looked at him like he was a hypochondriac, which he was.
An hour later, we were pullin' up to Mama Brown's hauling a smoker we'd put together in twenty minutes from all the scrap metal in our backyard to Bubba's specs.
Showboatin', for our ladies.
All the regulars came out with the din of the cowbell Bubba was beating. Rose and Bella were in tow, their hips jutted to hold up trays of beer.
Mama swagged-skipped across the shell and gravel, boomin' in her corn cob voice, her corn cob pipe at the side of her mouth, "Pig Pullin', Y'all!"
Caleb clapped me on the shoulder, offered me a beer, saw my cooler and grinned before slopin' off.
Bella prettied to me. She drank an ounce of my drink and beamed up at me.
So beautiful.
"You did this for me?"
"Well, I ain't gonna eat this shit, am I?" I winked.
Gales of laughter followed her fine ass as she sassily sashayed away, "Oh, an' I saw you on Craigslist, baby." She hollered back, "Cynthia-Mae? She ain't got nothin' on me."
I gulped and agreed, greedily pleased with her possession of me.
Mama stood before me, all majestic. All big and black and bold, old and knowing, "You done good, Sonny Boy." The weaves of her hair in beads tolled like clocktowers countin' off the minutes I had left, "You gettin' it right, so you just keep on-a-goin'."
"Yes'm," I bowed and squired her to the picnic table.
A vibration at my hip hit me sideways.
Excusing myself from Mama, I answered, "Gaddamn Hell, if you're just calling to tell me you're drivin' by-"
Interrupted by Alice, I listened.
I almost smote my cell, a-fuckin'-gain.
I looked toward Bella, out there in the melee, makin' tips, making people happy.
"This is one of them times, ain't it?" I asked.
"Yes, you have to get out of Dodge now."
I closed the silver case.
I dodged drunkards and felt Bella's waist, "We gotta go."
She set down her orders and motioned mutely to Mama.
Get gone, girl of mine, Mama thought.
I opened the door of my cab. I held her hand. I lifted her up, I questioned for the last time, "You and me babe, how about it?"
~Thank you so much for reading! I dunno, I thought this was really romantic…I might be way wrong. Tell me and Eddie how you feel~
The nickname 'Robber Bride' for Alice comes from a novel by Margaret Atwood by the same name.
Thanks to the hilarious knuckle draggin' Redneck dude on Craigslist who gave me quite a fucking chuckle (I only changed his ad a bit):
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