Fated

Chapter 6

A/N: My apologies for taking nearly 2 weeks to upload Chapter 6. I will upload Chapter 7 tomorrow to make up for the wait. Thank you all for your patience!

I'm feeling guilty and worried about Jacob, sitting on my couch, slumped over my coffee table, my head in my hands. I've been waiting for what seems like forever. Thinking about everything that has happened and waiting to hear from Edward. Jacob didn't deserve this and it's all my fault.

I get up and walk behind the couch to the spot where James drained Jacob of his blood and I stand there, the memories of last night still vivid in my mind. I'm replaying it over in my head wondering what I could have done differently, but the fact is Jacob and I never had a chance against a vampire.

I see no blood on the drywall, just some damp spots where Edward scrubbed. I bend down to get a closer look at the floor. Edward's clean up was excellent. There isn't a speck of blood to be found. He did a good job cleaning the lemonade and broken glass off of the kitchen floor as well. There is, however, a huge dent in the drywall. I will have to come up with an excuse for Patty about that.

I hear a knock on my front door. "It's about time," I say with relief as I rush to the front door and throw it open. There stands Edward, just as handsome as ever. I lean my head out the door and look around.

"Where's Jacob?"

"He's with Alice and the rest of my extended family learning how to be a vampire. He can't go in public in the daylight until he learns to control his sparkle, so he will be staying with them for awhile." The sound of his voice is calming and reassuring. He places his hand on my shoulder. "He fed well. He's a natural at hunting."

I roll my eyes. "Do I dare ask what animal he indulged in?"

Edward smiles. "Deer blood."

I try to picture Jacob tackling a deer and holding it down drinking its blood. It's just too ridiculous to even think about.

I lean my head against his chest and wrap my arms around him. He puts one arm around me and gently grasps my chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt my head upward. "How's the lip," he asks as he gently pulls out my bottom lip and inspects the inside then lets it go.

"The cut is almost healed on the inside and just a slightly swollen but it doesn't hurt. Is Jacob truly doing well, Edward?"

"Why don't you see for yourself. Everyone is waiting for us at Alice's house." Edward lowers his head to look at the front of my shirt. "You should change your shirt before we leave. You have some blood on it."

I look down to see a small patch of blood on the front of my shirt. "Must be from my lip. Come in. I'll be right back." I run upstairs and change my shirt in my bedroom, then walk into the bathroom I put some soap on the blood stain on my shirt and fill the bathroom sink up with water and leave the shirt soak in it.

When I come back down the stairs, Edward is standing in the living room with a large framed painting in his right hand and a hammer in his left. As I open my mouth about to ask what it's for, he nods his head toward the living room wall. I look behind me and see the dent once again.

I look back at Edward. "I forgot about that."

He smiles. "Would you like me to hang it for you?" He twirls the picture around. It's a painting of a beautiful sunset over a lake. Trees bursting with autumn colors line the background as they cast their reflections in the water.

"It's beautiful. Thank you, Edward." I am so in awe of him. He doesn't miss a thing.

He holds the picture up against the wall with his right hand. "Tell me if it looks centered."

I take a few steps back to view my new artwork. "Left side down just a bit." Edward readjusts the painting on the wall.

"How about now?"

I can't help but notice the tight and well-rounded shape of his butt in his jeans. My gaze roams upward along his back and arms. His short sleeve shirt shows off his large forearm muscles. They bulge and ripple in all the right places. I begin to imagine what he must look like under his clothes, eyeing him savagely.

"Ahem."

I snap out of my daydream and look up at Edward's face. He's smirking. Caught in the act, I feel my face redden. "That's good there," I squeak out, refusing to meet Edward's eyes again.

After Edward hangs the painting, we get into his BMW M3 Convertible and head toward Alice's house. We are traveling through the country at a rather fast speed. Faster than makes me comfortable, but with more important things on my mind, I ignore our speed.

"When I first met you and Jacob, I have to admit, I didn't like him. I thought he was just some guy trying to perv on some drunken girls. He was trying to stay over at your place but I wouldn't allow him to."

"Oh, that? He wasn't perving on us. I laugh. "Patty and Jacob go to the bar and drunk fairly regularly and then they call me to come pick them up. If it's late I just bring them both back here and Jacob sleeps on the couch. He is always a gentleman or at least passes out too quickly to not be."

"Then I guess I judged him wrong. He does seem like a nice guy. I enjoyed taking him hunting."

I cast my eyes downward, thinking about how everything played out last night and Jacob dying."

Edward glances at me. "Jacob's going to be fine. I normally don't agree with turning people into vampires, but in cases such as Jacobs, when he died because of supernatural interference, I feel it's justified. That's why I fed him Jame's blood. He really does seem to be enjoying being a vampire." Edward looks back and forth between watching the road and looking into my eyes as he talks.

"That does make me feel better, but I won't be able to be reassured until I see Jacob. I still can't believe this happened. It all happened so fast. It's difficult to believe it's real."

"I know, Bella and I'm sorry. It's my fault this happened. I was so intent on chasing after James and taking him out that it slipped my mind that he could hide from me by being close to you."

"He said he could hide near me because my blood smelled so strong it masked him from you. He also said at the restaurant that it was sweet smelling and irresistible. Why did he say that?"

"Certain people, not many, have strong, sweet, smelling blood that is practically irresistible to vampires. It runs in certain family lines and has some special abilities associated with it. Like a strong intuition. A psychic connection."

I have to think for a minute. Charlie has always seemed to know when I'm in trouble. "But I don't have any kind of abilities."

"You may never get any abilities, but it runs in your blood, even if you don't exhibit any. It's also possible your abilities have not surfaced, yet. Legend says if a vampire drains and drinks the blood of someone with special abilities, that vampire will take on those abilities. That's why James was after you. Well, that and also the smell of your blood was driving him crazy with want."

"Great. So now I'm going to be on all vampire's hit lists?"

"No. Just the ones strong enough to smell the difference in your blood, and even of those, some vampires are not violent toward humans. I still don't know who that Original was that was after you in that alley, but I will be keeping a close eye on you until I can find him."

"Why haven't I run into vampires wanting my blood before now?"

"Because the small city you lived in did not have any vampires, but now you are in a city that is crawling with vampires. But don't worry. I plan on never allowing another creature to hurt you. You are officially on my watch list." Edward's tone sounds formidable.

"I do have another question." I pause for a moment.

Edward waits patiently for me to continue speaking, then looks at me. "What is it, Bella?"

"James said that dragons are attracted to people with blood like mine and they will only mate with those people."

"He was right. Dragons and humans with psychic abilities in their blood are naturally drawn to each other. It's part of nature's plan to ensure the original race doesn't die out." Edward gives me his comforting smile. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves and concentrate only on the current situation. We can talk more about us later."

I nod my head in agreement, relieved.

"I warned you there was a lot to handle if you get involved with me," Edward gives me a bright-eyed sympathetic smile.

"Yes you did, and you're worth every bit of it."

Edward moves his right hand from the steering wheel and wraps his fingers around mine as my hand rests in my lap. His touch is warm and comforting. After several more minutes of driving, he turns onto a driveway hidden from the road by a line of trees. We make our way through a long winding driveway, the stones crunching under our tires, fresh mountain air fills my lungs. Edward brings the car to a halt, places it in park, and turns in his seat to face me.

"I just want a few minutes alone with you before we meet we the others."

I angle myself in my seat to face him as he tucks a piece of stray hair behind my ear. His fingers linger, brushing across my cheek and sliding down my neck. As he begins to lean in closer to me, I lean in to meet him. His fresh masculine scent fills my nostrils as his pink, full lips brush up against mine. I feel his fingers running through my hair as we kiss. His silky soft lips gently part mine as his mouth hungers for more.

Placing his hand against the back of my head, he pulls me in closer to him. The edge of the emergency brake digs into my side but I don't care. My hand rests upon his warm thigh, massaging it through his jeans. He moans. I'm really not sure what I'm doing, but by the sound of his reaction, I must be doing something right.

He notices the brake cutting into my side and reaches down with one hand and pulls the lever to release his seat, sliding it all the way back. Placing his hands on the outside of my thighs, he lifts me up and places me on his lap, my legs straddling him. His hands gently wander down my sides and legs, exploring and caressing as he kisses me.

He slides his hands along my jeans, grasping my butt and gently pulling me toward him. I obey and edge my body closer until our bodies are tight against each other.

Heat radiates out from his body like a furnace, filling the air with warmth. He slides his tongue inside my mouth, exploring and probing. I let out a soft whimper as I follow his lead, exploring his mouth with my tongue. My arms wrapped around his neck, feeling my breasts perk up and press against his hot chest. Instinctively, I press my hips down on him, my crotch against his thick, erect manhood. I have no other thoughts on my mind except how good this feels and how hungry I am for him.

He pulls his lips away from mine and unwraps my arms from around his neck. "Bella, We have to stop." He pushes my body back a bit so my chest no longer is pressing against his and looks me in the eyes, holding my arms in his hands.

"What?" My mind is foggy. I can't think right. I just want to keep kissing him. I continue to press myself against him.

"Bella, stop!"

His loud tone startles me out of my daze. I push myself away from him to look into his eyes and notice his red ember glow is back under his skin.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't mean for that to go so far. Sit back in your seat and let's collect ourselves, shall we?"

I take a look around at our surroundings and remember we are going to Alice's house to see Jacob. "Oh, right. Jacob. And I'm meeting your extended family." I plop myself back in my seat, flip over the visor and look at the mirror on the other side and run my fingers through my hair, tidying it. My insides are shaking as I pretend to be calm and try to cool my urges. Edward sits quietly. I think he is trying to get control over his manhood, so I sit quietly fixing my hair. Slowly but surely his skin returns to its normal color, the ember glow gone.