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Warning: Dark Content.

I met Edward 6 months ago. He was the new kid in school, which is rare for our small town of Forks. While most of the kids in school were excited to see who the shiny new toy was – they were instantly disappointed when they were greeted with a tall, lanky and pale boy who stared at everyone with a dark and menacing glare from penetrating green eyes.

Everyone made sure to stay far away from him. You could hear the whispers of students calling him names; 'Freak' – 'Loser' – 'Psycho', while they passed him in the halls. That's when the rumors started; that the reason he got shipped to Forks was because a couple of girls he dated back home went missing – he was a suspect but his dad, who was a surgeon paid a lot of money and moved their family to clear his name. Other insane rumors surfaced but I didn't listen or believe any of them.

Something drew him to me – even though I'll admit that there did seem to be something slightly off about him; there was this sexy, mysterious danger that was really attractive.

I've always been the odd child growing up and was fascinated with the more dangerous side of life. It was just me and my eccentric mother my whole life – no siblings, I never met my dad. I watched movies I shouldn't have at a young age, dated bad boys that were trouble for me and snuck out doing things I shouldn't have done. It's not like my mom really cared or disciplined me anyway.

Just like back then, I knew that I should ignore him – that he was no good, but there was something deep inside of me that couldn't resist; the devil luring me in with temptation of the forbidden fruit. So, I approached him one rainy, gloomy afternoon. I wanted to get to know him, to peel back the layers of mystery and see what he was hiding inside.

He was rude, distant and tried to intimidate and scare me away. It didn't work; it just drew me in further and made me more persistent. He eventually began to lower the walls surrounding him and let me in when he saw how tough I was and that it was going to take a lot more to push me away.

We began to eat together at lunch in the cafeteria at a small table, far away from everyone else – filled with silence amongst the two of us but we both appreciated it. It still wasn't enough to drown out the mindless chatter and gossip from our fellow students. The stares and murmurs were worse than before but now they included me in the conversation.

I didn't care, it's not like I was important before anyway. I always kept to myself at school, didn't talk to much people or have many friends here. I mostly hung out at the reservation after school, where my friends were. This school was full of goody two shoes, gossipy little brats that always shoved their noses in everyone else's business – like they were so much better.

Over time, we got to know each other better and we developed this strong, intense urge towards one another. It felt like he was staring into my soul when I spoke. He didn't say much but when he did speak; his rough, deep voice definitely made me tingle.

Even though he was opening up to me, I could tell that he still had many secrets.

We started skipping school together and would go to my house while my mom was still at work. The first time that I brought him to my house, he fucked me like no one ever had before.

He fucked me all over the house, even in my mom's bed. There was this animalistic urge in both of us, like we were addicted to each other. He covered my body in marks from his hands, his thrusts and his teeth. He would suck and bite my skin so hard that it would sometimes draw blood. He fucked me so hard until I came multiple times and he still wouldn't stop even when I begged. I craved every single fucking moment of it.

He couldn't control himself around me, the second he had me alone, it was like he needed me to survive. We became the most talked about couple in Forks; not in a good way but like we gave a fuck. They talked but they were too afraid to approach us and we liked it that way.

We've now been together for almost 6 months. I was definitely falling for him. We were doing pretty good – well the best we could considering the type of masochistic people we were. We weren't perfect – he would do strange shit and we both had a very strong anger streak which would lead to explosive fights but then lead to the most euphoric sex. I pushed his buttons on purpose sometimes just to see that side of him.

I stopped going to the Res – stopped talking to my friends – started missing school more just to be with him. He consumed me but I wouldn't have it any other way; I felt alive. There were red flags and warning signs but my love and lust induced brain ignored it.

"Where are you taking me?" I giggled, being pulled along by his strong grasp.

He was pulling me along, wanting to show me this place he found. It was getting dark and I was having trouble seeing in front of me as I stumbled over logs. We were deep in the woods, I wouldn't even know how to get out but I trusted him. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, not missing a step.

"We're almost there, you're going to love it," he said in an odd, unreadable tone.

We finally came to a stop in front of this old, abandoned cabin. It looked like it hadn't been used in years and had this eerie feel to it that reminded me of many of the horror films that I've indulged in. I loved it.

"Is this the part where you kidnap and torture me in this creepy house while you keep me as your slave?" I tease with amusement in my voice.

"Be careful what you wish for," an eerie smile creeps onto his face while he escorts me into the cabin.

The moment we step into the house, the door slams shut and I'm immediately pushed against the wall with both of my hands held behind my back in one of his. My small 5'2 body no match to his 6'3 frame and overpowering strength. Not that I wanted to fight back anyway, knowing that this is most likely going to lead to some hot, kinky fucking.

The lights are all off so I couldn't see much other than his silhouette from the moonlight glimmering in from outside.

Just as I'm about to say something so he can get on with it, I feel a sharp blade lightly pressed against my throat. Whoa, what the fuck, is this a new type of kink he wants to explore? I mean, I know we've experimented sexually involving some blood play from biting but I wasn't expecting this.

Before I could process another thought, I feel his cold lips press against my ear and hear his deep voice in a menacing tone, "You should have never spoke to me that first day you saw me, baby. You would have ran far away if you knew the vile, sick things that were playing in my head of what I wanted to do to you." He teased my ear with his tongue as he pressed the knife slightly harder against my skin.

"You should have never trusted me, loved me, let me have you. Now that I have you, I will never let you go. I'm a very bad man baby, that has done very bad things. I came here to try to be good but you have tempted me like no other has before. I wish I could say sorry to the things that I'm going to do to you but I know that I'm going to enjoy them too much. I love you."

As he whispered those last words in my ear, I felt a rag cover my mouth and nose as within seconds, my vision went blurry and I became lightheaded before all I saw was black.

I usually love danger but what the fuck did I get myself into this time?

A/N: Thank you for reading my story and sorry for the cliffhanger! This is how I intended it to end, as of right now it's complete but maybe this story will speak to me one day and maybe I can write more but I hate to make promises that I can't keep!

Please, let me know what you think!