Edward pov
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was intrigued. Normally I can't stand hearing the thoughts of others, but with her? I find myself absolutely addicted to it. It's sick! The things she says are nothing compared to the things she thinks! It's absolutely vile... and beautiful at the same time. There's something deeply wrong with me!
The most addictive part is when she does magic. I can psychically feel it. It's like a current that runs through my mind. It's tingles and tickles at my synapses. She's rather electrifying. It's been worse since that witch did something to my gift. Now I feel everything she does.
I can get physical sensations, for example, if she touches something I can get a sense of if she liked the touch or hated it. Fate enjoys touching anything soft. Like jaspers hair. She toys with it constantly. It makes matters worse when she's aroused... I get, I'm a man, I can't help it!
It's infuriating. Especially around Isabella. She's been more persistent. I certainly enjoy that she's so adamant. However, I've made myself quite clear. I won't touch her until we're married. She's still quite young and has these hormones and urges but good lord! Lately, it's been exhausting trying to fend off her advances. All she wants to do is touch.
I began to notice a pattern. The touches accelerate when Fates around. That creature has been toying with my Bella! She's so obsessed with it, she can't tell she's being preyed on. All she talks about is how smart Fate is, how funny, or pretty. It makes me want to gag!
Does Bella think I'm an idiot?! I see the way they flirt. I noticed it that first day, Bella couldn't stop staring at her breasts. It was the first time I took notice of them. I had since been trying to not look, she's always dressed so, for lack of a better word, whorish. Always so much skin.
I've always loved that about Bella. She's never exposed, it's always such a pleasure to see little peeks of her creamy flesh. When she moves a certain way and her shirt rises just a bit. One day I saw her belly button, it was quite thrilling.
While Fate, she just lets it all be seen. One day she just walked the halls naked, I could still smell the fresh kill on her breath. Her hair was all wet and hung in waves. I liked the different textures against her skin. She smelled of green apples that day. It made me feel disgusted. She had used Bella's shampoo. All-day I had to smell it!
Today I had several of her feelings. The first was while she sat on my lap. My first reaction was to toss her onto the floor. I didn't, namely because Jasper was standing guard. I wasn't sure if for me or her. He certainly enjoyed watching it happen that's for sure. His thoughts were uncomfortable. They usually are but since she's been around? It's been hellish.
I'm beginning to think he might not be entirely straight. Either that, or he really likes watching her with other men. From the thoughts I heard, she enjoys emasculating them, doing things to them. She's fucking disturbed. The moment she sat on my lap, it was like some game.
The more I struggled. The more he enjoyed it. She didn't hurt me or anything. It was quite the opposite. She was being nice to me. While she did my makeup, she kept complimenting me. Touching me. Talking to me... she's quite intelligent.
We discussed favored composers. The strangest thing happened. As we talked snippets of a symphonic orchestra began playing in her mind. The warm timbres of flutes and violins mixed with drums and cellos. It was beautiful. I've never heard anything like it before. I searched all night for it. Not a single match. It must be hers. Her creation. I've been obsessed with writing it down ever since I heard it. It still doesn't sound right. It's driving me mad. I must. I simply must replicate it.
The entire time she sat on me? It played.
It was the first time I heard nothing. The first time I've had an ounce of peace. All I heard and felt was her. It made me, um, yeah. I think she noticed. She's so warm. It's been quite a long time since I've had so much warmth. It radiated all over.
She kept adjusting her position. I kept my mind on anything else. I knew what would happen if Jasper noticed. It eventually went away. It came back too. Every time she used her magic on me. I think she knew what it was doing to me. Especially when I touched her skin.
She enjoyed having her feet touched by me. I was trying to be as gentle as possible. The glass slippers looked rather delicate. Her thoughts are so pure. They sound almost as if they were my very own. Little whispers in my ears softly purring. Like a sly little snake. She thought my hands felt velvety smooth.
Another occurred while inside the haunted carriage. I was rather juiced up from feeding. I was trying to make a point. She seemed to enjoy watching me. As I drained the hare of every drop of blood. She thought about tasting it. So I tossed it to her. I hadn't expected her to do what she did. It just sprang right back up. I knew for a fact it had died.
Fate enjoyed it so much. She wanted to watch me do it again. She liked hearing me moan as I fed. Liked watching the blood trail down my mouth. She certainly enjoyed my reaction to the entire thing. I could smell her. I could smell her arousal.
I made it abundantly clear I was a taken man. Not just that, but I find her absolutely reprehensive. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed toying with me. Ugh! What made it worse was I physically reacted. When her tongue touched me, the most desirable smell drifted out of it.
The scent reminded me of a summer's day.
I don't know how to describe it other than that. Like fresh oranges and grapefruits. Not the juices but the flowers. Like they had been sun-kissed and waiting to be plucked. It was drizzled with this honey smell and something earthy, maybe soil? No not soil. Something burning. Like... a scorching fire burning out on dead soil.
All I could think about was tasting her. She smells absolutely divine. I want to drain her fucking dry! I'd never be full. I could never tire of that sweet ambrosia. The most perfect thing? She can never die. I'd have a full supply for eternity. Well, that is if she wasn't dying already.
The first time I felt that? It scared me. I kept feeling her body twist and tumble in pain. As she seized, the current ripped through my body. I had only felt that type of pain once in my life. The night Carlisle bit me. I was miles away from the house. I still felt it! As I neared the door to our home, it began to feel so painful I could barely move. I trudged to her side and snapped her head back in place.
The pain lifted immediately. Almost as if it had never been there. Which honestly? Maybe it never was. She may have a similar gift to Janes, an ability to psychically share not just pain but pleasure. The pleasure is preferred.
Tonight her thoughts have been rambunctious. Constantly flipping around. One moment it's pure sex and carnal desires and then? Something profound. I have to sift through the nonsense but it's worth it. I'm beginning to understand what Bella sees in her. It's scary.
I'm not completely unaware of my attraction to her. To Fate. For a long while, I simply thought it was her... assets. She's well endowed. I am certainly pleased with Bella's as well but my lord, Fate is built. But I'm beginning to think there's something more. Something I like. Her mind. It's filled with knowledge.
There's so much she's learned. So much she still thirsts to understand about this world. I find myself drifting into her mind more often now. Getting lost in there. It's like a maze with trap doors and secret passageways, each one a new wonder. It's left me in distress. Isabella has been more interested in the wolf lately. Now her. It's clear she's losing interest.
Now I'm. I'm. I think I made a mistake. I was sure. Absolutely sure. But now I don't know if my love for Isabella is as strong as it was. If hers is for me either. Just a few weeks I was ready to die. Now she's being prepared for death herself. Soon to be my partner for all eternity... This is a disaster. If only she were to die faster. Once she's gone hopefully these, whatever these are can go away. Especially before he sees. Now. He's staring. Has been for some time. Jasper is beginning to see the truth. I hate Fate so much because I think I'm falling for her.
It must be because of Isabella. Her straying has left me with so much anxiety. Fate is beautiful and intelligent and I'm lonely. I've been so lonely. It's quite tiring being smarter than everyone around you. Jasper, he's rather intelligent too. But. He's boring. Most are so boring. That's what gets me. I could care less if one was smart or idiotic. Just don't bore me.
That's one thing she certainly isn't. Boring isn't even in the ballpark of what she is. Fate is absolutely insane but not a bore. She's rather fun too. And funny. He's quite lucky. I'm jealous of him. I love Bella. I will be faithful to her. Although... if she does decide to go.
I may not fight as hard this time. Or maybe I will. I'd miss her if she left. I enjoy her silence. She's rather odd too. I like that about her. Jasper strolled towards me, his mask was frightening. She seemed to enjoy his more hidden side. The reason Jasper is so boring is that if he's not he will kill unmercifully. It keeps him controlled. I'm thankful.
"So I assume you wanted to be here for a reason. Let's get to it."
"You go ahead. I'm going to check around for a bit. I'm quite enjoying myself. I didn't think it would be this entertaining."
"Well then. Looks like you can have fun. Alright."
I relaxed once more as he left. It's been exhausting hiding my emotions from him. I decided I'd like to dance. As soon as I found a partner we began waltzing along with the other patrons in attendance.
Nothing but swishing fabrics twinkling under the chandeliers. A beautiful young woman. Or creature wearing a human skin. I was sure I had seen the glowing eyes of a cat at one point. She and I began to rise from the floor as we danced and spun around. As we finished she led me off the dance floor and into a room.
I politely declined her advances. I was simply just intrigued about what she was. The sleazy box-sized room expanded and shifted into a gorgeous tea room. A table sat between us on it an awaiting chessboard. I was white and she the black.
"You're quite the dancer."
"Thank you, you have lovely eyes."
"I saw you with her. Well, your desire for her. Tell me? Has she touched you yet?"
She was quite aggressive in her playing style. I enjoyed the continuous assault.
"You know Fate?"
"Destina is lovely."
"So you know her intimately, Ah, yes I've heard of you. Shane, she's not fond of you anymore. Why is that?"
"I can tell you everything you want to know about fucking her. How she likes it. The way she tastes."
Her words tumbled from her lips most oddly. They sounded... oh no. Before my eyes, the creature began to morph. Her hips filled out and those perky breasts grew to a pendulous shape. The sound of her bones creaked and cracked as she shrunk to fit the correct height.
Most of all, her midsection filled out. Fate was a larger woman. I was surprised to find I enjoyed her shape. Well, it makes sense now that I think about it. It's so womanly. The soft curvature and definition of her body are so feminine. Her face changed and her features began to resemble an exact twin of Destina.
Those strange blue eyes glowed and glittered with curiosity. Those vividly pink plush lips. That cute little chin. The last feature to move was the upturned nose. I find my mind thinking about touching it all the time. Running my fingertip along the sloped bridge.
Tufts of those onyx spiral curls began to grow. The only thing? The scent.
The creature before me didn't smell right, it was off-putting. I kept searching for those sweet oranges and only found disappointment. I was growing bored.
"Wow! I've never heard anyone call me boring. But alright."
"You can change back now."
"I quite like this skin. She's got a wonderful figure, don't you think?"
"It's your turn."
"Does Jasper know?"
"You know Jasper?"
"Of course. Everyone knows him. They always were a rather favored couple."
"No. I'd appreciate it if he never found out either."
"Do you want to know your chances?"
"Chances of what?"
"Fucking her. It is what you want right? To fuck her and taste the poison in her veins? It's all you think about. That and some mortal. Isabella... "
"Leave her alone!"
"Oh! Well, I wasn't expecting that. From the way, you lust after Destina. One would think there wouldn't be any room for another. You want them both? No... hmm. Interesting. That will never happen. She's only ever loved, Whitlock."
"I want nothing to do with her."
"You genuinely believe that too. You'll see. It will become clear someday. Achingly so. I wonder if you'll go mad like her poor daddy, or insane with rage like the other one. That Mary. I don't like her, while Dominic is obsessed."
"Is she ok?"
"No. Sorry."
She began touching me. Those hands. A phantom appeared. It must have been a trick of some sort. Another version of Fate appeared under the table between my legs. Those long claws undoing my pants. The sight was enough to wake my desire.
"Stop! This is madness."
"Oh, relax little virgin."
The phantom began licking and kissing along my clothed growing member. It was such a beautiful thing to see. I didn't want it to end. I had dreamed of this very thing. Of those plump lips. So pretty. Mmm. No! I stood up and attempted to leave. I was immediately knocked back in place.
"Sorry pretty boy, boss says I entertain you until he's done."
Those words. I loved when she called me pretty. The feel of her warmth against me. She had to keep moving because I kept twitching at the delight. I almost took her right there. The sound of those instruments filled my mind and those whispers. She's driving me insane!
That creature sat on my lap. She still resembled Fate. It was certainly arousing. She moved against me. Rocking her hips. The sensation was pleasurable but didn't feel right. It wasn't warm enough. Her thighs did feel right but I missed that smell still. But it was close enough that I. I couldn't help it. I finished all over my pants.
The sounds were perfect. The creature purred and whispered all the naughty things I wanted to hear from Fate. All the sweet nothings too. It left me maddeningly needing more. The creature finally rose from my lap and stripped out of her clothes. I couldn't peel my eyes away. Even if I could, I wouldn't have.
It stayed across the room. Teasing me. Stretching and dancing about in little see-through negligees. The fabric stretched over that ass and I caught a peek. It was perfect. Well maintained and hairy. I love a good bush. I'm not fond of this hairless mess. It was dripping and ready.
I needed to taste it. To feel the silky inside. To devour it and fill it. A phantom of myself appeared and did just that. I would have cried at the sweet sounds Fate made. The sounds of that sweet little...I moaned and writhed in a jealous rage. It was fucking her. He was! No! Mine! The creature laughed with glee as the phantom morphed into Jasper.
All of a sudden I felt it again. That feeling of death. The electric tendrils fired and zapped every nerve in my body. This is why I was here. So she won't be saved. I struggled and struggled against the magic holding me captive. The scent of smoke filled my nostrils and spurred me free.
It tried physically seducing me once more. I won't be fooled by this illusion. I tossed her aside and pried the door off its hinges. The entire building was filled with a cloud of thick black smoke. I blindly searched for her. As I neared her I collapsed beside her. I had no choice. I picked her up and tossed her over the edge of the balcony.
The sound of Jasper's screams filled my ears. A selfish thought came to mind. I could let him die. She would be all mine then. But. I knew I'd lose her forever. So I made the right choice and went after him. Jasper had gotten trapped under a fallen column. He was deliriously shouting for Fate. I lifted the thing off him and drug him out. I helped as many as I could after.
Most either hightailed it out or had gotten caught by the flames. Something had been poured throughout the entire building. Thick ugly black flames ate the entire club and turned it to ash. Benjamin? He survived. He was currently losing his mind. Someone set us up. Someone set this all up. Someone that knows about my desires. I only told one person.
Alice. She has known. Even begged me to entertain Fate while she was here. All she cared about was keeping her precious Jasper. Didn't even care about my emotions or my predicament. After hearing Jasper's theories about why. It made sense. Now Bella's falling prey to her. I am too. It's something about Fate. Something to do with her magic. I'm sure of it. I'm just bewitched. We all are. Especially him. He's the most bewitched of us all. Every thought in his brain is about her now. She's awoken something. Something dangerous. Something that will destroy anything or anyone that attempts to take her from him.
Alice was trailing a very tight rope. She's just about hung herself with it too. He knew. I'm not sure how he knew. But he did. He's up and moving now. Still trying to wake her. The seizures have since stopped. Fate seems to be locked in a coma or just a deep sleep now. That made Jasper panic. His thoughts didn't make sense. So I just grabbed her.
He followed after like a lost puppy. He's fucking ridiculous. I placed her inside our carriage and called for another rabbit. The moment I snapped its neck and dribbled the contents onto her face. She woke. It was deeply frightening to watch her shed its pelt with her bare hands. It was like watching her remove a wrapper from a chocolate bar and then bit large chunks.
How in the hell could he actually desire her? I completely understand the physical. Even the intellectual. But her personality is god awful. She's rude and highly disrespectful. Invasive. Has no concept of personal space or common decency. She's loud and abrasive and constantly sexual. Extremely overdramatic and annoying. Most of all? She's too... she wants to be the man. In every way possible.
Jasper was fretting over her as she fed. Once done that demonic witch hightailed it to Benjamin. He almost choked her. The way we both reacted spoke volumes.
"You did this! Fucking fix it!"
"I swear I didn't. I'd never. Benjamin, I swear it was Dominic."
"I am aware of why! Go! Just go, I'm not thinking clearly and I'm having difficulty recalling my love for you."
Fate tried to push the time back to before Club sinister went up in flames. But something was preventing her. I guarantee it has something to do with that thick oil. Benjamin quickly turned to me.
His copper eyes glowed, he began backing me up until I fell over into the grass. I felt him rooting around through my thoughts. Whatever he found must have placated him. Jasper tossed a lighter onto the grass at his feet. It's one I've seen before. It was his. That's how he knew.
"I tossed that into a fire. A rather hot one just like this, this is my fault. Alice did this. She planned it. I'm sorry Destina, Benjamin." Jasper groveled for her forgiveness and affection.
"I was so distracted with her nonsense, I forgot to cover my back. I do apologize Fate. I lost my temper." Benjamin seemed much calmer now. Although he never took his gaze from me.
"Mary's going after Elijah. Dominic warned me just before I lost control."
"I'll up your dosage. Let's go."
"Go where?"
"To save your vile baby daddy. "
Oh great. Another one. See what I mean. She's so. Ugh. I don't understand the attraction I feel towards her. Jasper and I were tagging along. We suddenly appeared outside some rather tall building. We seemed to be in Manhattan. The doorman outside seemed to recognize Fate and greeted her coldly.
Once inside I was taken aback. The entire place was A. I controlled. As I read through Fate's mind there was a shit ton of securities too. Such has hidden scanners and traps that can be triggered. Cameras tracked your every movement and continually scanned for micro facial expressions. Just then two turrets rose.
They were aimed directly at Fate. Armed guards appeared and they two had heavy artillery aimed right at her face. She just laughed. Jasper was thinking about his trip inside here. He was surprised he got such a warm welcome.
"Hello, Mrs. Casimir. We're experiencing some problems right now and don't have time for a visit."
"Fredric. It's so lovely to see you around. Be a nice lackey and go get my husband."
Jasper growled at the sound of that word coming out of her mouth. The way he was looking at her, she was certainly in trouble. No one moved a muscle.
"My mate here. Would like a well fair check on Elijah. We're concerned he may be hurt or worse."
"He's currently busy entertaining guests. Everything is fine Fate. Now leave."
"Oh. Is today the day? The night of his engagement party? I imagine he's marrying some rich child barely out of diapers. Now move!"
Each armed guard went tumbling backward. They were knocked back by some force, I imagine it's the same one that knocked me on my ass and tumbled into the crystal coffee table. She stomped her way into an elevator, just as the doors were about to close Jasper reached out.
His hand was physically impeding them from closing, we all boarded. He backed her into the corner and glared at her. She held his gaze. They started going at it like wild animals. Climbing all over each other and making uncouth noises.
Benjamin just laughed. He seemed to enjoy watching them go at it. It wasn't sexual. I think he just wants her to be happy. Once the doors reopened, they immediately stopped. Her hair was all messed up and her cape was now gone.
The sight once we stepped onto the floor was drastic. Every inch the eye could see was covered in blood. Human blood. Even Fate got nauseous from the sight. She immediately barreled out of the elevator and began yelling after Elijah.
The sound of stomping feet coming up the stairs indicated that we were about to have a round two. The big guy came in and immediately threw up from the stench. The heat had been left on high. All the blood has begun to take on a putrid rotten smell. Body parts were strewn about. Someone rampaged!
The top floor seemed to be all one huge suite. One Fate knew the floor plan well. She immediately began searching every room. Screaming out for Elijah. We found him. He was bent over bleeding out into a pile of ashes. At least I think its blood? The room we were in seemed to be an untouched nursery.
Jasper refused to even go into the room. He stood outside the door and couldn't even bring himself to look inside. His thoughts were filled with rage but deeper he felt guilt. I heard why too. It's his fault their kid died. His venom destroyed it.
Turns out they can be affected by vampire bites too. Alice left him bitten and bloody. She destroyed everyone and everything in her wake. Including the urn with the last remains of their child. Sven. A thick black goo was oozing from the bite mark on his throat. It continued to pour into the ashes. She wept and held onto him. Rocking him back and forth as he seemed to be dying.
A scream ripped from her chest that shattered any glass nearby. We all were brought to our knees. The sensation was even worse this time than last. I could feel the cracks in my flesh beginning to form. To make matters worse. I smelled blood. Benjamin was bleeding from every orifice, he continued to fight through it.
He was able to place a force field around her. It looked like some large bubble. It sealed her inside, along with all her screams. Interestingly enough. I could physically see the magic unfurling. It sparkled and glittered. Similar to our cold hard flesh in the sunlight.
It took me a long time to realize that what I was witnessing was her fire. She was burning. Inside the fogged bubble surrounding her white-hot flames were melting away at her flesh.
If that wasn't an already tough thing to see. I couldn't tear my eyes away as she ripped herself open and bled into his wounds. It was visceral! I've heard Carlisle muttering about her abilities. Even today I witnessed her bring back a rabbit. But this? This was something entirely different. She was taking her life and giving it to him. As she bled out, the flames grew larger and larger.
I couldn't help but watch in awe. It was the first time I didn't feel her, probably because of the force field. From the looks of Benjamin, he was struggling to contain her sheer strength. Just as she completely turned to dust a fist connected with the side of my face.
Why am I surprised? It was only a matter of time before he felt the truth. Her containment meant for the first time since she's been around. Jasper was able to feel something other than her.
He must have felt the desire. It didn't help that I was so openly enthralled. Just as he was going for another one. Benjamin snapped out of his trance and drug the raving madman Jasper had turned into away.
"We need him. Relax! Relax!"
Benjamin held him under a shield of his own. Jasper bucked and fought against the magic until the shield shrunk around him. It forced him to the ground. He still struggled, the crazed look in his eyes said it all. He will kill me. We all were stopped by the sound of rustling. There he was. Elijah sat up and looked at the two piles of ashes surrounding him and cried.
He began to try and sweep up the mess but his blood was clumping inside it. Even Jasper stopped and sat still. Benjamin tried to help him but he just yanked away from him. Once his son was safely back in the now fixed urn. He turned towards Jasper. The look in his eyes echoed back the same gaze Jasper gave me not even a minute ago.
The thoughts running through his head spoke volumes. Elijah hated Jasper with a passion. He wants nothing more than to rip Jasper apart. There are some other things but I refuse to even say that. Let's just say, it wouldn't be a quick death at all. The only reason he didn't? He knew he'd never find a place on earth safe from Fate. We all sat there waiting. It was taking much longer than it usually does.
I had gotten bored a long while ago. Elijah just sat holding his son in his arms and Jasper was far from him. He relocated outside the door again. While Benjamin continued to stare at Fate's ashes.
"How's her father?"
"Dead. Well, we burned his head, don't know if it took though."
"How's she doing?"
"Dying quicker than we can save her. I tried... she refused to bind her magic."
"If you can't get her to do it. No one can."
It was strange hearing them talk. Elijah and Jasper were chatting like old friends. From what I gathered they've only met once before. The emotions between them were so complex. As I gleaned further into Elijah's thoughts. Which it was much harder than Fates, his wasn't a maze but a deep black hole. Everything was stuffed down and hidden. He's extremely repressed. She must have a type.
It took me a long while to notice he was watching me. It made me uncomfortable. He began to laugh. It startled Jasper.
"You're completely obsessed. It's how it starts you know? She claws her way in and then you're hooked for life. Goddess forbid you get a taste. She'll have you itching like a crack addict. Your buddy Jasper knows a bit about that. It's why he's so... hungry. It's the magic. Drives you delirious. How many others?"
"You know what the curse does don't you?"
"It feeds dumbass. You're her meals. That fucking psychic sure was touched. I wonder who else? Is it you or the human? One of you will try and kill the other. I can't wait to see who goes after you Jasper. I sure want to!"
"Was it Claudia or Magnolia?"
"Claudia was driven insane by Louis, not Magnolia. Same with this boy over here mooning for the psychotic bitch currently a pile of dust."
"Watch your mouth!"
"Make me!"
Elijah was suddenly silenced. A zipper closed over his mouth. He fought hard to get the thing open and couldn't. Benjamin laughed quite pleasurably at Fate's antics. During our distraction, she must have risen. I was quite angered about missing it. He eventually managed to take the spell off.
She waved her hand towards the urn and took it from him. She somberly carried her dead son and placed him back on the shelf in his glass casing. Once it was closed she blessed it and left the room.
This was the first time seeing him since his death. She all but refused to even enter the room. Alice was no longer on thin ice. She was roasting in hellfire. Both Jasper and Elijah were after her. She was cleaning up the mess made.
From their body language, each one was fighting not to go to her aid. Jasper felt like it wasn't his place and desperately was praying for her not to lash out at him.
While Elijah thought if he touched her she might toss him across the room.
She didn't take the death very well. Neither did he. It was the main reason they didn't survive as a couple. That and the fact she was madly in love with the man that killed their child. Elijah directly blamed Jasper and still holds out that Fate will come home to him. No comment.
Once all the blood was cleaned up. She picked an arm up off the floor and began to eat the fingers off. Bone and all. The way Elijah gazed lovingly at the sight was very telling of how their relationship went. I got the vibe, they didn't eat dead things. I shuttered at the thought. Jasper took notice of it too and couldn't decide whether to agree or get violent. Once the entire thing was gone. She finally spoke.
"Did the blushing bride survive?"
"I killed her myself. His little plaything entered my building and threatened me. She was quite surprised to see how far I was willing to go to protect you."
"Protect me from what?"
"She's after a certain book."
"This one?"
It appeared in her hand. I've been steering clear of it. I tried warning Emmet to leave it alone but he wouldn't listen. The thing whispers at me. The book is alive. I also noticed it's bound in human flesh. Tattooed human flesh. The more I looked at Elijah I noticed, there was a similar one right on his exposed muscled chest.
It was some foreign script. The more I paid attention to the ink I felt my head begin to hurt. I was forced to close my eyes. Once I did a vision burst forward. I began to view a certain man that looked an awful lot like Elijah. Subtle differences. For example, he had blonde hair. While Elijah's hair was black.
The spirit of the book belonged to Elijah's father. Erebus. A warrior king. His skin was shed from his meat and dried into a thick leather. His hair was woven into a thread to bind it. His bones were ground and mixed with blood, herbs, and woods to create a hard covering. His blacked blood was the ink on the pages. His love for his wife, family, and the tribe was used to fuel the magic holding it all together.
This is how they were made. He freely sacrificed himself. His willingness to give was what called the gods to answer their prayers and save them. To create whatever the hell Elijah and Fate are. Jaspers right, we're nothing more than a meal to feed her magic. To feed the thing living in that book. It's starving! Each generation is to add more blood. To add more spells and magic to the pages. The last witch to do so? Fates grandmother.
The moment the book stopped being fed, the Dubois? Lost everything. That book was the book of the damned. The literal book of the dead. I averted my gaze from it!
"I've been looking for that thing for quite a long time. Believe it or not, you're holding your father-in-law. "
"How do I open it?"
"Why would you want to open it? It needs to be buried on hallowed ground, salted, and burned. Even then it won't be enough. Your little friend has done some research, she wants you destroyed. The spells in that book? Can control and kill us all. Every last one of us, returning the magic to our goddess. I'd prefer to stay alive."
"That means it can save me, right?"
"You're unwilling to complete the sacrifice. The feeding. I suggest you eat the human, you did always love women. I was surprised you never settled down with one."
"The ladies love me, what can I say."
"You look good."
"Fuck you, I'm dying, can it help or not?"
"It's possible. It's ciphered, so good luck reading it."
"You're willing to let me die?"
"You don't have to die, bind yourself, you'll live."
"Answer her question."
Jasper's voice rang out. The volume put an end to the squabbling. Both Fate and Elijah looked ready to attack, Fate definitely felt it wasn't his place. While Elijah simply wants to kill him for existing. Benjamin left the room, he was bored with the situation. I followed him toward a bar area and made myself a drink. He took notice of its strength.
"I was quite surprised to see the experience you had today, I was sure it was going to be the other one."
"Isabella?"
"Ah yes, I tend to forget humans even exist. Let alone remember their names. There's still room to flip, but right now you're looking like her meal."
"What does that mean? She's going to sacrifice me?"
"Well Jasper is her mate but that makes him the perfect appetizer. I doubt it will be him though. It's his ability that helps control her emotions. They trigger the meltdowns, it has something to do with the magic boiling the venom."
"That sounds positively disgusting."
"I was sure you were gay. You're into Fate? Really? I still sense a desire to the human..."
"Bella. Yes. I love her, but, I find myself absolutely obsessed with Fate. She's brilliant. It's just a fascination, it will eventually die down. Although as of now? I am experiencing doubt about Isabella and my future as her husband. I don't think she's all that interested in me."
"Can I suck your cock?"
"What?! No!"
"Oh, you're not homophobic are you?"
"No. I'm strictly into women. I've heard your thoughts and I've been trying to avoid speaking about them. "
"You're a prude. You know that? You're like a hundred years old and still haven't fucked a man"
"Believe it or not, I've never touched a woman either. I've been waiting till marriage. Sex is a sacred and intimate act. I wanted it to be special and with someone I loved."
"Yeah, she's going to eat you."
"Not if I don't get her first. My desire to kill her is much stronger than the one to fuck her!"
"That's rather sad."
As I sipped on my Gibson, Benjamin kept eyeing me. He just laughed and shook his head. I have no clue what gives him the impression I'm gay. Just because I'm not all over women, doesn't mean I don't want to be. Fate walked in and he left taking a bottle with him. I just wanted to run and hide. I don't need this right now.
My legs wouldn't move so when she came over I just melted. She didn't say anything, just fixed herself a drink. I was quite pleased with what she made. The memories of that shape-shifting creature burst forth. Especially the one of that creamy delectable... the more I thought about Fate prancing around nude.
I began to get deeply aroused. She noticed. She giggled unexpectedly. That's when I realized she had been reading my thoughts. She got closer. Not so much where we touched but I could feel her warmth. It was soothing.
"You're a little pervert aren't you? So you liked watching me get dressed?"
"You wanted me to watch. So I did."
"I don't recall telling you that."
"Fate. When you walked past me, you bent over. You were teasing me. Then you left the door wide open while you got dressed. Besides, I know you've been thinking about fucking me since we trained. I've heard all the nasty things."
"Oh, that? You just looked good in those shorts you were wearing. They hugged your ass nicely. Plus, from the way you moved, I was pretty sure you'd be a good lay."
"If you didn't mean it. Why do you think and do those things? It's confusing."
"Oh little Eddie, you're so adorable. I love making you squirm. You get this lovely aroma and all I can think about is what that mouth would look like filled."
"Im so deeply confused by you."
"Fate. Let's go."
Jasper called out toward her. She blew me a kiss and called me a pretty boy again. I just don't get it. Why does she keep flirting like that? I just don't understand women at all. I never have. As I left, I began to realize they left without me. I stopped by a few places before going.
One? I went back towards Sinister. I need to find Alice. She needs to be stopped! I scoured the remains for evidence of her.
After? I stopped by an address given to me. I wasn't even sure how I got it. But? I found out it was a private residence of Shane's. The entire day left me aching. I desired to see that pretty sight once more. A phantom me took out the aggression by fucking 'Fate', turns out she was right. I certainly was too. Her pussy was perfect!