This isn't beta'd. Any mistakes are my own.
Bella had always known that something was different about Edward.
When he jumped out of her bedroom with Bella clinging to him like a spider monkey, she knew he was otherworldly. With her face pressed into Edward's neck, she screamed in delight as his feet hit the grass.
"You're wild!" She squealed as Edward twirled her around.
He leaned down to press his lips to hers and groaned in the back of his throat as her warmth engulfed him. Everything about her was delicious and he was a man obsessed. He wanted more, no he needed more. As Edward's tongue slid against hers, he heard Charlie's agitated muffled thoughts from inside. Bella's moan against his mouth distracted him momentarily and he wound his fingers through her thick hair. Lost in the taste of her, Edward pressed his body to hers and enjoyed the way she gasped.
"Edward," She moaned his name, starting to rub up against him like a cat.
"We better stop, it wouldn't be fair to you if I threw you down on the grass and devoured you," He said gruffly as he rested his forehead to hers.
Her chest heaved as she focused her eyes on his face, "It would be fair; I would like it very much," She argued lightly.
He chuckled, the sound catching in the back of his throat, "I wouldn't want our first time being like that, Bella, I would want it to be special," He told her.
"You could fuck me against a tree and it would be special to me," She returned teasingly.
Edward could feel Charlie's anger and he was convinced that Charlie could somehow hear their conversation even though they were outside. It just made Edward want to get Bella away from the house even more, he needed to protect what belonged to his heart.
He shook his head at her, "You are making it very hard for me to be gentleman," He accused.
"I don't want you to be a gentleman," She told him and wrapped her arms around his middle.
He pulled her closer, inhaling her sweet scent as he did, "Let's get to my house and I'll give your vagina some attention," He promised.
Bella choked out a laugh as her heart sped up, "Okay, where's your car?" She asked and looked around.
He stilled her, trapping her to his chest, "Do you trust me?" He questioned.
"I mean, yeah, you haven't killed me yet," She teased.
"I'm serious, Bella, do you trust me? You know I would never hurt you, right?" His tone was serious.
Bella grew serious as well, "Of course I know you'd never hurt me, Edward, what's the matter?" She wondered.
"I want to show you something and it might… freak you out," He warned.
"Well, I didn't freak out when you jumped out of the second story while holding me," She reminded him.
He rolled his eyes even though she couldn't see him, "I can run very fast, faster than any human," He told her.
"Really? Cool! Show me!" She demanded.
"While carrying you or do you want to watch me first?" He asked.
"Hmm. Well, I probably won't be able to see you if you're like the flash, so you should probably carry me," She concluded.
He shook his head at her logic, "Okay, carrying it is, you might want to close your eyes in case you get sick," He warned.
She shrugged him off, "And miss all the fun? No way! Show me what you got!" She goaded him.
"Hang on tight then," He told her and took off running as her arms locked around his neck.
Bella let out a squeal as the wind whipped around her. She tried to keep her eyes open but everything streaked passed her in a blur so she ended up back against his cold neck. She could feel his chuckle as he continued to streak by trees. After a few minutes of the intense wind, he finally stopped.
"All clear," He told her, his voice cautious.
She unwrapped her stiff arms and legs and wobbled as her feet hit the ground. He steadied her and kept his arms around her until she stopped swaying.
"Edward!" She gasped.
He held his breath, waiting to hear what she had to say.
"That was amazing! I wish I could run as fast as you! Definitely would win all of the track competitions," She joked as her big brown eyes stared up at him.
If Edward had a heart it would have been racing. He felt as if he could fly. He had been dreaming of this moment, the moment Bella would accept him and not reject him. It was happening and he felt like a kid again.
He smiled at her, loving the way her heart stumbled at him, "You have no idea how worried I was on how you were going to react to this," He told her honestly.
She bit her lip, "I already knew something was different about you, Edward, and I was fine with it," She reminded him.
"True but there's a difference in thinking there's something different about me and actually seeing it," He said.
"Yes but I already made up mind, of course, if you turned out to be a serial killer for funzies… well, I have to draw the line somewhere," She told him.
He shook his head at her, "How are you alright with this?" He demanded, still keeping the distance between them.
She stepped closer to him and he held up his hand. She paused and waited to see what he'd do next.
Finally, after a minute of silence, she spoke again, "I know you won't hurt me, Edward, what else is there? Are you telling me to be afraid of you? I already know you are something… otherworldly and trust me, I'll figure it out but that won't change the fact that I like you, I enjoy being with you, who am I to judge?" Her deep brown eyes held him locked.
"Bella, there are things you do not know, things that would frighten you," He told her in a pleading tone.
She moved again and this time he didn't protest. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled up at him, trust in her eyes.
"There's a lot that scares me in this world, Edward, but you're not one of them," She whispered.
His fingers traced down her warm cheeks, "We need to talk about something, Bella, something serious," He said.
She tensed, "About my dad, right?" She asked quietly.
He was surprised but held his posture stiff against her, "Yes," He agreed.
"Something's wrong with him, I hear him at night, some times I can hear growling, I…" She paused suddenly.
He pulled away so he could see her eyes, "Bella?" He wondered.
"I hide under my blankets like a child, it scares me," She admitted.
He crushed her to his hard chest, "I will protect you, Bella, always," He promised her.
She ran her hand up and down his back soothingly, "I know you will, Edward, but who will protect my dad? I need to help him," She said.
He sighed heavily, "I will do everything I can to figure out how to help him, right now we need to figure out what it is, what happened," He told her.
"He was attacked by that animal, remember? The bite on his shoulder though… it looked like human teeth to me," She said.
"Are you certain?" He demanded.
"Well, no, I'm not a doctor but one of my friends was a biter when she a kid and one time she got me and it looked similar to his," She clarified.
Edward's mind raced with possibilities, could Charlie have been attacked by a vampire? The way he was reacting wasn't the usual transformation though. It could be possible that he was rejecting it. If so, Charlie was in trouble. He could die without proper treatment.
"My father will know how to help," Edward finally responded.
Bella chewed on her bottom lip, "Do you think he would hurt me?" She asked, her big brown eyes boring into his.
His thumb stroked across her lip, "I don't know, Bella, my heart says no but my mind tells me to get you as far away as possible, away from the danger," He told her truthfully.
Her eyes brimmed with tears, "I know but I can't abandon him, he's my dad," She whispered.
He cupped her cheek, "I know, Bella, and I would never tell you to leave him but I want to be near you, in case something happens that even your dad can't control," He said.
The tears slid down her cheeks and Edward brushed them away, "I trust you," She told him strongly.
He held her gaze for what would be uncomfortable for a human but Bella seemed transfixed. He wasn't sure how long they stood there, staring at each other before Bella shivered.
"Let's go inside," Edward said, finally breaking their spell.
Bella shook her head, trying to clear it, before smiling brightly, "I can't wait to see your room!" She said excitedly.
He groaned, "Don't get too excited, it's nothing amazing," He cautioned as he led her up the gravel driveway to the huge porch.
Bella gaped at the house, even in the dark she could see it was stunning, "Edward, your house is incredible!" She exclaimed.
"That's all thanks to my mother, Esme," He replied and held her hand as they climbed the stairs to the front door.
The front door was made of glass and Bella openly marveled at the design of the modern house. Her eyes darted everywhere as he opened the door and the welcoming warm air of the house hit Bella. She wiped her feet on the welcome mat before stepping inside. She shrugged out of her bulky jacket and placed it on a black bench by the door. She saw Edward set her bags down on the same bench.
"It's so open in here," She murmured as she did a full spin to see everything.
He grinned at her, "I'm happy you like it," He said before holding out his hand for hers.
When she slid her hand into his, he swore nothing felt more right. They fit perfectly together, like two locks. He felt her heart sped up at his touch and grinned even larger. He loved the way her body responded to him.
They made their way up the short wooden stairs that led to the second floor. He pointed out the bathroom to her and then opened the door to his room. The first thing that caught Bella's eye was how clean it was for a teenaged boys room. The walls were white as was the carpet. There were huge glass windows on one side of the wall and a massive bookshelf on the other. A white futon sat near the uncovered window looking out a the woods behind them.
"Wow! It's awesome! Nothing how I imagined! Although, now that I know you, I should've known you'd be a total neat freak," She said teasingly.
He smiled at her, relieved, "I like things a certain way," He answered lamely.
"I know," She said playfully.
"Are you tired?" He wondered and then looked regretfully at the futon.
He had no need for a bed as he did not sleep but it was his mistake for not thinking of Bella and her needs. He would rectify that mistake as soon as possible.
She yawned and then giggled at him, "It would appear so."
The sound of her giggling made his body tingle.
"You sleep on this small futon? That can't be comfortable for you, you're ridiculously tall," She said eyeballing the futon as if it had claws.
"I… don't sleep, so I don't need a bed," He told her.
She spun around to look at him, "That must suck! I love to sleep! It's my third favorite thing," She said.
"Running is your first?" He inquired.
Her cheeks reddened which piqued his interest, "Um, running is my second, kissing you would be my first," She said faintly.
He raised a perfect brow at her, "Wow, I'm honored," He told her seriously.
She smiled shyly at him, "So, should we camp on the floor then? Your carpet is really soft," She pointed out.
"Camp on the floor?" He repeated slowly.
She rolled her eyes at him, giggling, and asked him for blankets and pillows. Thankfully Esme kept them around for appearances sake and he was able to bring her an arms filled amount. He watched as she made them a nest of blankets and pillows.
"Could you grab my bag for me? You left it on the bench and it has my toothbrush in it," She said.
He streaked out of her eye view quickly, startling her, and was back before she could take a second breath.
She laughed breathlessly while shaking her head, "I don't know if I'll get used to that but it's so cool," She muttered before telling him she was hitting the bathroom.
He watched her leave and stood there for a second wondering what he should do.
Bella opened the door to the perfect bathroom and dug through her bag quickly. She changed into a thin grey tank top and changed out her current underwear to boy shorts. She made quick work of washing her face and brushing her teeth. Then, she walked back to Edward's room trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Edward was still standing where she left him and she laughed.
"What are you doing? You don't have clothes you change into just to relax?" She questioned as she burrowed down into the nest of blankets.
It was actually very comfortable and she smiled happily.
He hesitated, "I don't sleep so there's no need to change," He told her.
"Well, I'd like it if you laid next to me, so can you change into a t-shirt and your boxers?" She wondered, her face hot.
"I think you just want me down to as little clothing as possible, Miss Swan," He accused her.
She smiled sweetly at him, "Who me? Never."
He rolled his golden eyes at her but did as she asked. Turning into a blur she couldn't see, he changed in front of her. He stood in front of her wearing a soft looking deep red v-neck t-shirt and a pair of blue boxers.
"There, aren't you more comfortable?" She asked and opened the blankets for him to climb in.
He huffed in mock annoyance but slid under the blankets with her. He stiffened as she wrapped herself around him.
"Brr, this is why you need me, Edward, I'm warm enough for the both of us," She teased and slid her warm foot up and down his cold calf.
He shivered involuntarily at her warm touch, "Bella," He warned but she paid no attention to him and continued rubbing.
"I thought you said something about taking care of my vagina?" She giggled, still stroking his leg.
"I did, didn't I?" He agreed and rolled so that his body covered hers.
He moved his mouth over hers and swallowed her sweet moans. His lips dragged down her chin towards her neck. He stayed there for a long minute, licking and sucking on the delicate skin. Bella let out a small whimper and raised her hips to push against Edward's groin. Edward moved against Bella, frantic in his pace.
"Please," She begged him; clinging to his neck.
He trailed his icy fingers up her very warm thigh and teased her for a moment with tracing around her panties. Her breath hitched and caught in her throat as her heart pounded. He loved how responsive she was to him.
"Oh please, please," She whined long and hard.
He pulled back to look at her beautiful face as he hooked his fingers into the soft material of her panties and slid them down. He could smell her even stronger now and it made him salivate. He was desperate to taste her.
"I want..." He stopped himself, his mind racing.
"Do whatever you want, Edward, just please touch me!" She cried, rolling her hips towards him.
Without thinking, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her warm stomach. She moaned, even with that slight touch, and her stomach muscles contracted. He kissed his way up, lifting her shirt, and encountered pale skin. She was braless underneath her tank top and he paused for a second. She whimpered his name, her heart like a hummingbirds wings. His fingers ghosted over her pink nipples and he watched her face closely. She arched up and into him. He felt her skin pebble underneath his touch and he couldn't stop himself when his lips closed over the small bud. Her hands went to his head; keeping him locked there. He was careful to not nick her with his sharp teeth as he sucked the delicate skin.
The sounds she was making were driving him wild with lust. He was harder than he had ever been. His erection was like a steel pipe as he ground himself against her. He licked her other nipple before dragging his tongue down her stomach. When he got to her pelvic bone he hesitated. Was this a good idea? He wasn't sure of his self control but he knew he would never hurt her and he wanted to give her everything she wanted. She wasn't the only one who wanted it. His senses were surrounded by her, she was the only thing she could smell. He wanted her taste on his tongue. He buried his face between her legs. His lips met the softest of skin and he ran his tongue up the slit of her hot pussy.
"Edward!" She screamed, her thighs trapping him.
He kept his teeth behind his lips as he sucked on the sensitive nub that was nestled in pink flesh. She screamed louder when he did that, driving him to continue. He wouldn't stop until she demanded it. Her flavor was exactly how he imagined it would be. Heady and floral. How could he go on living without tasting this everyday? He attacked her pussy like a starving man. He was obsessed with the way she reacted to the way he sucked and licked. When he drove his tongue inside her, feeling her tight walls clenching him, she spasmed above him.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!" She chanted, rocking into his face.
He held her hips, perhaps pressing his fingers a little too tightly into her soft flesh, and kept tongue fucking her as deeply as he could. She let out a sound that sounded as if she might cry and Edward pulled away to look at her face. She was pink cheeked and glistening with sweat. She was fucking stunning. The most mesmerizing thing he had ever seen in his eighty-eight years. Her chest heaved and she pressed a hand to her recklessly beating heart before sitting up. Her hair was a wild mess as she smiled sweetly at him.
She reached for him, "Let me," She demanded, pulling him towards her.
He allowed her and fell onto his back. He watched her curiously as she pulled up his shirt and ran her warm fingers across his nipples. He was surprised by the reaction his body gave to it, hissing in pleasure as he decided he would allow her to continue her journey.
"You're so handsome, Edward," She told him softly.
He shook his head, smiling at her, "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," He replied.
She smiled shyly as she trailed her fingernails down his stomach. He clenched at the feeling and cut off his breathing as she got closer to his boxers. She didn't hesitate as she slipped her hand inside and grasped his dick firmly.
"I've never done this before, please tell me if I do anything wrong," She whispered, her brown eyes still shining from her orgasm.
"You could never do anything wrong, Bella," He assured her and gnawed his teeth together when she began stroking him.
His eyes almost popped out of his head when he felt a sudden hot heat envelope him.
"Bella, what are you doing?" He choked out, holding as still as he could.
His body was desperate to move, for him to pump his hips, but he couldn't.
"I wanted to taste you, you taste so good, I didn't expect to like this," She said honestly before wrapping her lips around him again.
God, if you're out there, please don't let me hurt her. Edward begged in his mind.
She ran her tongue up the length of him before sucking gently on the head. The sudden shot of pleasure that rocked through him caused him to push his hips up. Instead of hurting her as he feared, she hummed around him.
"Oh fuck, Bella," He grunted out.
She moaned around a mouthful of dick and Edward couldn't believe that she was aroused by the act. He wasn't sure what the right thing was to do so when his orgasm approached him suddenly, after Bella had caressed his balls, he gritted out a warning. She ignored it, of course, and swallowed around him. He felt her throat constricting and wondered if there was anything that felt better? There couldn't be, could there?
Bella released him with a wet pop and tucked him back into his boxers.
"Yum," She giggled and licked her lips.
Edward wheezed, "Am I dreaming? Have I died and this is somehow heaven?" He asked aloud.
She giggled again and the noise caused him to shiver in pleasure. She curled up next to him and nestled into his side. He pulled the blankets around them and turned to kiss her deeply. He forced himself to pull away so she could sleep.
"Thank you, Bella, you didn't need to do that," He told her, his thumb smoothing over her bottom lip.
"I wanted to, I want to do everything with you," She said simply and smiled sleepily at him.
"I'll wake you in the morning," He promised her and nuzzled his nose against hers.
She sighed happily, her eyes closing, "You're the best," She murmured.
He watched her for another minute, listening to her even breathing and her steady heartbeat. He brushed her tangled hair out of her face and smiled. She was so lovely and she didn't even realize how happy she truly made him. He could never let her go. She was his and he was hers. He vowed to always be by her side.
In his small kitchen, Charlie stood over the trashcan as blood dripped from his hands.
He was unsatisfied with the raw meat he had been eating. He was enraged with the boy who had taken his daughter away from him. He growled lowly; dangerously but forced himself to focus. What did he need to make him feel whole again? Outside, he could hear movement. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost four in the morning. Without thinking, he moved towards the back door and yanked it open. He stepped outside in the cool night and looked around. He could see everything as if it were day. He moved out into his backyard and peered out into the woods that rested behind his house.
He could see Waylon Forge, his close friend, moving into the woods. He closed his eyes, trying to force the dark thoughts away, but Waylon's scent wafted towards him and he was lost. Instinct took over and Charlie followed Waylon deeper into the woods. Charlie was quiet as he hid behind trees; stalking his prey.
This is your friend. He is your friend. You go fishing with him. Don't do this. The still rational part of his mind fought.
Eat. Drink his blood. He means nothing. He is just an animal. Nothing more than a pile of meat. Drink him and feel alive. The monster inside him won the fight.
They moved deeper and deeper; away from the houses that were close by. Charlie's mouth watered the closer he got towards Waylon. When he was satisfied that no one was around them, he attacked. He threw his body towards Waylon and knocked him off his feet. When his back hit the dirt below them, Charlie was on of him. It happened in less than a minute. His teeth were ripping into flesh and he was draining the blood from a bucking person underneath him. But Charlie was strong and he held Waylon by the throat as he drank. The flavor tasted like nothing he had ever experienced. He couldn't stop himself. He drank until he felt full and sloshy. He drank until the body below him stopped moving. He drank until the erratic heart that filled the air around him ceased.
He fall beside the dead body and grinned up at the night sky. He was alive. He'd never felt so glorious. Never felt so powerful. It felt as if he could do anything.
After staring up at the stars, he sat up and began to dig a hole with his bare hands.