Isabella Swan
[Author's Note: Thank you so much to the one person that has reviewed this. :) I have a lot of it already written and I'm going to continue to publish and write it. I hope you like what's to come!]
It was sometime after three in the morning and Bella was standing in her thong and her under shirt on the back balcony, catching her breath. Her hands were clenched around the railing and she was bent over the banister, her eyes closed, letting the cool air push against her face. She'd been in bed for hours but felt as though she'd had little to no sleep. On many levels, she was merely exhausted, but still, hours later, in the back of her mind pulsed a very real fear. The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became, until terror prickled her arms and she opened her eyes, startled and twisted in anxiety.
She saw her right away, the angelic figure standing at the edge of the woods, looking up at her. She was very tall, very well dressed and, of course, unbelievably beautiful. But there was something else about her, something that painted Bella's arms in goosebumps. She looked dangerous.
"Ohmygod," Bella huffed in surprise, seeing her. She stood up straight, lifted one hand and clutched her chest and took a deep breath. "Shit." She thought fleetingly of running back inside but then let the option quickly fade from consideration. Instead she shouted down at the woman, "Hey! Are you okay down there?" her words bouncing around the dark woods.
The blonde looked up at her but said nothing. She crossed the clearing in a very practiced stride and without hesitation or permission, she began to climb the stairs.
Bella's pulse immediately began to race. She mouthed, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," to herself an uncountable number of times. Unsure of what to do, she made a sudden decision in haste, turned, dove back inside her cabin and clumsily grabbed the tactical knife from the desk. Then, stumbling, she made her way back outside, her arm and the weapon flat at her side. When she realized the blonde was already standing at the top of the stairs, she said, "Shit," without meaning to.
"Hello," said the woman, her voice like that of a god, the tone mesmerizing, sultry, enchanting, gorgeous.. "I really didn't feel like shouting."
Bella's fingers tightened around the handle of the knife and she sucked in another breath, this one ragged and loud. "That's okay," she said, forcing herself to try and calm down regardless. "Why are you, uh, out here all alone in the park at night?"
"I'm hunting," the blonde replied. Her face was in shadow. She stood elegantly on the wooden deck in fashionable boots and jeans and what appeared to be a designer sweater beneath a soft linen jacket. She put her hands into the pockets of her jacket calmly.
"You don't look like a hunter," Bella expressed quietly.
"That's not very nice," was the response given. "You don't look like a park ranger."
Bella swallowed uneasily. "Well I'm new to the position," she offered, "so I'm still getting used to playing the part."
"Welcome to the job then," the stranger said, her tone almost flirtatious. "But I only said that because you're not wearing the uniform."
The brunette park ranger looked down at her body and saw the soft cotton thong poking out from beneath her see-through white tee. She gasped. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I should-" She swiveled without thought, her free hand outstretched for the door knob before she realized her mistake. She'd only meant to go inside and grab some clothes but had inadvertently turned her back on the woman.
A whoosh of wind slid behind her and suddenly the woman was up next to her and her lips were nearly at her ear. "Do you really think a knife would protect you from me?" she wanted to know.
Bella whimpered in fear and offered weakly, "Well I hoped," before letting her voice trail off. The blonde smelled heavenly, like a mixture of all of Bella's favorite scents- coffee and vanilla and pine and caramel. She found herself momentarily caught, her mind swirling with sudden desire, her stomach churning excitedly within her. It was only when she remembered the knife in her hand that she came to her senses and made a sudden and deliberate movement. She threw herself forward, yanked the door open and slammed it behind her, accidentally dropping the weapon to clumsily lock the door's handle and slide the chain across it as well. She then bolted across the room, climbing up onto the bed and pressing herself into the corner.
Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest for a few moments before anything else happened. Bella was shaking now with anticipation, her toes curling into the mattress beneath her. She could see the silhouette of the woman on her balcony, unmoving, unresponsive. She lifted her chin and inhaled slowly through her nose and then exhaled just as slowly through her mouth. And then, in horror, she watched the stranger come forward and calmly reach for the door. With a twist of her wrist and a quick yank, both locks were broken and the door hung open again.
"I'm sorry about that," the blonde said, her tone like drizzled honey. "I just want to talk to you."
Bella pushed her back even flatter against the wall and said very expressively, "Fuck."
"Can you please try and calm down?" the beautiful stranger wanted to know. "Your racing pulse is very distracting."
"It's kind of hard when," Bella replied, her voice quivering, "when-" The blonde stepped into the light of the moon coming through one of the skylights and the brunette audibly gasped. "Oh my god, it was you."
The woman tilted her head to the side. "Hmm?"
"In the forest. The deer. I saw you."
A slight smirk appeared on the blonde's lips. "Did you? Did you see me?"
"I saw your eyes," Bella clarified. "In the trees. I saw your eyes."
"Ah," she replied smoothly, still slowly drifting across the cabin. "And now that you've seen the rest of me?"
"You're beautiful," Bella huffed, "I have never in my life seen anyone as beautiful as you are." She stared for a second into her eyes, lost in the vibrant lemon shade of her irises. "You're like a fucking Greek goddess or something."
The angelic creature smiled alluringly. "A Greek Goddess? Is that right? Which one then?"
Bella, who'd read quite a few books on Greek mythology, and every other type of mythology too, was suddenly at a loss for words. The closer the woman got to her, the more she looked at her.. Her mind was becoming so hazy. "Athena.." she managed, giving the name of the first one she could recall.
"No," the lovely voice replied.
"Hera," Bella said, "Artemis?"
The blonde was now just a foot away from her and at that distance, Bella couldn't help but look at her smooth pink lips, the generous cleavage of her scoop neck sweater, the creamy porcelain of the skin of her throat. She knew immediately of whom the woman reminded her.
"Aphrodite," she presented, confidently.
The response came as a hiss, "Yes." The gap between them closed with impossible speed and the stranger bent forward, and bared her perfectly white teeth in a blinding smile. "Aphrodite. And do you know what Aphrodite's power was?"
"Love," Bella managed, trapped in fascination.
"No," the word was sharp, offended. "Not love. Lust. Sexuality. Charm." She brought one hand between them and beckoned Bella towards her. "Get up."
Bella felt a very gentle pull at her physical body, as though the blonde had a physical hold on her. But it was a very gentle pull and her fear ultimately forced her to ignore it. She shook her head.
The goddess laughed in surprise and the laugh was as excruciatingly sweet and intoxicating as her words. "Get up," she said again. "Get up."
The brunette had willed her breathing to calm slightly, her pulse to slow. She was past afraid, now swimming in a realm of fascination and desire. "No I don't want to get up," she heard herself mutter, "I'm scared. I want to stay right here." She inhaled, exhaled and lifted her chin. "I'm sorry."
Frustration painted the blonde's exquisite face as she said, "What do you mean no?" Her eyes flashed dangerously. "You do as I say. Listen to me. Stand."
"No," Bella said again, licking her lips, trying to pull her gaze from the set of brilliant honey eyes before her.
"No?" came the shouted response, "No!?" She spun and put her hands to her head and then spun back. "What are you? What are you?"
Their gaze having been broken, Bella's heart began to pound furiously again and she scrambled a bit on the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets pulled around her in frightened desperation. She began to speak, words tumbling out of her mouth without direction. "I'm a park ranger," she said quickly, "An Olympic National Park fire lookout field operative. I'm a Virgo and an Earth Sign. I'm an INFP according to the Myer Briggs test website and-" she hesitated, realizing that the other woman was now vibrating with anger. "I'm an only child," she went on, unable to think of any other way to convince the woman not to kill her. "I'm a natural brunette and a college graduate. I have a degree in literature and I did my graduate thesis on the objectification of women in early American literature. Early American literature is my favorite type of literature, you see, right after Shakespeare. And I own a lot of books and-"
The blonde stood in the middle of the room for only a moment longer, her eyes wild, her hands at her sides, her fingers balled into fists. She was breathtaking to behold, but terrifying too, her perfect curls spread about her fierce face, her lips formed into a silent snarl, the sharpened points of her canine teeth twinkling in the moonlight. Then, she was gone. In a blur of motion, she disappeared before Bella's eyes, reappearing in a flash of color as she threw herself over the balcony.
Bella lept from the bed, tripping over the sheet in the process, her adrenaline throwing her into a rush to get to the banister. She forced herself to look down at the ground, almost positive of what she'd find at the bottom. But instead, to her enormous surprise, she saw only the forest floor. Instead of a mangled beautiful body lying beneath her tower, there was nothing but grass. No beautiful angelic creature with blinding white teeth.. No shimmering blonde curls, vibrant amber eyes, perfect marble skin.. Only one thing remained to prove that the night had happened at all. When Bella took a deep breath, she could still smell the sweet aroma of all of her favorite scents hanging in the air…
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