Previously on The Underground...

"It's one AM nightbeasts! Lets hear it for the great opening of TEMPTATION!"

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Upstairs, the light of the dawn shone through the windows of our loft, bathing it in it's warm glow. That same glow bounced off of Edward's skin, reflecting rainbows onto my skin. "Like diamonds..." "Am I ugly?" "Nuh-uh. You're beautiful. And not because you glitter."

The Underground Chapter Thirteen

Bella's POV

If you told me one day I'd be in a club, drinking, I wouldn't believe you for a second. Unless I was doing it to be reckless, really reckless. Not that I was drinking every night now, no.

I stayed up most of the night, went to bed at sunrise, woke before sunset to run errands, then stayed up again in the club. It became my routine. I'd help clean up the club after the night, I helped with getting people's paychecks, and hearing any of their concerns and relaying them if Edward wasn't around. But when he was, it was heaven. I'd often wake to him stroking my hair, staring at me as if he couldn't believe I was there, and I'd stare back the same way. I was so lucky to have this man, one in 7.5 billion. A man who cherished me, loved me, who'd wake me gently, and brush my hair. Someone who shared my pain, my needs. Who starved for me as I did him. It was almost too much for either of us.

Edward picked me up, groping my ass, while I wrapped my legs around him and we battled with our tongues. He jumped us into bed and pulled me to where he exactly wanted me. I moaned and ran my fingers through his soft, thick hair and down his bare back as he kissed, licked, suck and bit my breasts.

"Ah! Ha-anh...mmm..." He groped them roughly and I loved it. I coaxed him up to meet my mouth and trapped his lips with mine, a hand gliding down his chest to his manhood. Suddenly he grabbed it and growled.

"Stop." He huffed. His lips pulled from mine, he hovered over me with his hungry eyes, black as night. My chest heaved with every breath.

"What's wrong-"

"You." He bowed his head for a second while I lay there confused, before looking up again and forcefully holding my wrists above my head. He tore a strip from the curtain of our canopy bed and tied my wrists to the headboard.

"Move and I'll stop." He warned, fangs beared. I shivered in anticipation. I nodded in response, and he continued to taste my skin.

I loved the touch of his cold lips against my hot skin. He'd graze them down my abdomen, my inner thigh, teasing me. I moaned loudly and forced myself not to buck. Not there, it drives me nuts!

But he knew what he enjoyed the most, what tortured me the most. I couldn't hold myself down anymore, so he held my hips down in his iron grip.

"Edward! Anh!" I screamed. Please enter me...!

He continued to torture me, tied my ankles down but I still couldn't help but flail. After he had his fun, he kissed my inner thigh slowly, my belly, and my chest lovingly. Then he entered me, staring with eyes that melted my heart and soul, and made love to me.

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He made sure I never went without. The fridge was always stocked and he'd sometimes cook for me. He would often hug me from behind when I was and say "I love you, so much." I didn't know it was possible to be loved and love so much that it hurt.

We'd go out often to enjoy our 'spoils' whether it was having a nice dinner, trying a new place or going to the movies. We've gone to local fairs and rode the ferris wheel, had picnics in the park surrounded by tall oaks as if we were having the high school romance we almost missed out on.

We'd stay up some nights, past sunrise, talking about ourselves, telling stories, while playing with each other's fingers.

Every now and then Edward would surprise me with a gift, be it jewelry with many diamonds, other luxury items, or my favorite, flower arrangements. I didn't have a favorite flower so there was often a new bouquet to wake up to. One day I came home to the apartment filled with large vases overflowing with flowers. I asked him why, and he said "Just because." with a shrug and that smirk of his. He held me in a tight hug. "I love you. You made a home with me." I blushed. "Our home." I said and kissed his chest.

And the blood donation plan worked out. The phlebotomist took care of the donors and I thanked them as I took their blood bags away and transported them to the underground. It was pitch black but the blue backlighting would turn on when the sensors would go off. What lit most of the room were the lights in the glass fridges. Here was the blood bank, or library, we had pigeon blood, and mountain lion. And here Edward had his meals, away from me, just in case.

We feared the promotion or smell would attract others but the walls were thick enough and everything, including the patients, were cleaned with plenty of disinfectant and alcohol. Still, passerbys found us. Astrid, a fearless petite girl, was the first to join our club. Edward wasn't happy to see her but she obviously came in peace, out of curiosity. I think she reminded him of alice and that's why he allowed her to hang around.

Then there was Leschi and Madrona, and old couple. Leschi became a guard for the club, a very intimidating one. Too many vampires have entered already, and Edward wasn't equipped to deal with it, especially with me around. Madrona was like a hostess, or pretended to be, and combed through the crowd and checked outside ever so often to make sure it was clear. She had a full figured body and a sultry, knowingly voice. You couldn't help but listen to what she had to say. She wasn't as energetic or talkative as Astrid but you felt there was cherished friendship between you.

And later came Coyle, less serious than Leschi so he was easier to talk to, and Matheson and his girlfriend Cherry who were victims of a barbaric vampire attack. Edward took them all in, gave them jobs, in exchange for blood they didn't have to steal or scramble for and a roof over their heads in a area with cloudy skies that they could live freely like humas in. It was tempting enough to make them stay though they were free to go if they wished.

Astrid, my right hand woman and confidant, spent a lot of time with me, either shopping or choosing what I'd wear for the night. She and Cherri had a lot of fun together, and Mardona sort of looked over us like a big sister. Leschi was Edward's right hand man, second in command, Coyle and Matheson were guards of the club and the blood bank. Maybe this place would attract bad attention. That worried Edward.

Meanwhile, the wolves combed the forests of forks and the cullens went beyond that. They wanted to call their friends to ask if anyone's heard from Edward, but they figured if they had, they would have called them and decided not to ask so as to not attract any danger to them. Charlie cries at his desk some nights, looking at the little they've been able to collect on their disappearances.

There weren't any new leads, and haven't for a while. The case was going cold, and if this continued, she'd be legally pronounced dead. He couldn't stand the idea of that. Neither could Renee, and Phil was roped into that grief.

The town gossip that they were runaway lovers died down but when weeks turned to months, talk started up again that a murder happened. ...poor children...they were so young...poor Charlie... I wonder how the Cullens are coping...you know they stick to themselves... the adults whispered to each other.

"Maybe something really happened to them," Lauren said.

"Yeah..." Jessica murmured. Posters for Prom were already up on the cafeteria walls and she remembered how she worried Bella would steal her date.

"You're the only ones who doubted it." Mike said tersely, and grabbed his things and stomped away. This was the one time Jessica truly felt like shit. The one she loved hated her now.

Thank you for reading. I really have to think about where I'll be taking this but I need to know if you liked the introduction of the new characters first?