A/N: I am so sorry for the massive massive delay! Life has literally just gotten away with me. It feels like I've just blinked and it's March already…

Got a job working with children that takes up between 10-11 hours of my day Monday-Friday, so it has been slightly difficult finding the time, energy, and inspiration to write. I am so very sorry and I hope that you enjoy this chapter. P.S. For those of you who are interested, I've uploaded this story to AO3 as well under the name CeruleanIcePrincess

Disclaimer: I do not own this franchise or any rights associated with it.

Chapter 9

She closed her bedroom door loudly behind her. Fuck Charlie and his interfering. She could not wait for this year to be over already. She wanted to start living her life as Mrs Mason-Cullen already. Edward was waiting for her, reclining on her bed with his muscled arms braced behind his head. Fuck…she wanted to devour him.

His eyes followed her as she stalked towards her bed, his lips pulling into a dark smirk. She crawled slowly onto the bed before rapidly straddling his lap. His hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her down hard against him.

"You're mine Isabella. If that mutt so much as touches you, rest assured that he will no longer be able to reproduce or ever use his hands again. After tonight those dogs will know that you belong to me, and no one but me."

It wouldn't come to that. She wasn't going to let Jacob Black anywhere near her, let alone let him put his hands on her.

The sound of an approaching car brought forth a growl of anger from Edward's lips. That was her cue for a distraction. She grabbed both sides of his head, raking her fingers through the strands of his copper hair before pulling roughly, claiming his mouth in a hot kiss. Her eyes rolled back into her head when he enacted revenge by thrusting up between her thighs. Holy fuck..jesus..fuck. She almost cried out in pleasurable pain at the jolt that that move caused from the pressure against her clit. Edward's lips moved to the curve of her ear, lightly tracing with his tongue before letting his breath raise the short hairs at the back of her neck with his chuckle.

"Quiet little girl. We don't want daddy dearest hearing how much you enjoy the feeling of my cock. Now before I let you anywhere near that dog…be a good little girl and tilt that neck of yours."

Oh fuck, that was hot.

She gave in, coyly tilting her neck slowly so that it was exposed to his lips. Her breath escaped her in a gasp as she felt his chilled tongue lick the pale strip of skin covering her carotid artery before gently scraping his canines across it. She jolted in his arms, keening when his teeth pressed harder. She was positive just the suspense would push her into an orgasm. Her bliss was abruptly ended when Edward hissed in annoyance, his head turned towards the door in distaste.

"The mutts are downstairs waiting for you. William is almost blinded by his hope that you will take a liking to Jacob. Manipulative old fool."

She grimaced in disgust at him for a moment before pressing her lips softly to his again.

"I'll be back just now. I doubt that I will be able to tolerate their revolting presence for very long without losing the contents of my stomach."

She considered leaving the door open a sliver but saw the futility in that idea. What was the point, Edward's hearing spanned miles. It wouldn't be inhibited by a thin wooden door. It closed with a decisive click that could most definitely be heard from downstairs. She measured her steps methodically, letting her boot covered feet clunk down loudly on each individual step to prolong her journey towards the living room. Eventually though, the doorway loomed before her and she could no longer prolong the inevitable. She stepped confidently into the room, her shoulders back and face blank of any expression aside from apparent boredom.

A man and a boy looked up from the television upon her entrance. She eyed them coolly while addressing Charlie first.

"Dinner should almost be ready. You should hit record unless you want to miss the best parts."

She turned her head towards the remaining two occupants of the room,

"William, Jacob; it's pleasant to see you two again. Unfortunately my father did not take into account that I might have already made plans of my own tonight so I will therefore only be here for a brief period of time. Dinner will be served momentarily."

She kept her tone monotonous, her inner irritation making not one inflection in her voice. Both startled at her less than enthusiastic welcome of them into her "home". Tough luck. She was not here to make friends with them. William contained his confusion while he rolled his wheelchair forward in an attempt to great her properly.

"Nonsense child, it's Billy. There's no need to stand on such ceremony, William was my father. Haven't you grown up…it seems like only yesterday that you were making mud pies with Jake over here. Don't you remember?"

"Of course I do William , that was when dear Jacob decided to smash mud into my eyes and then run away from the blame by saying that I tripped and fell. As I was in such a vast amount of pain at the time, I could not dispute his claims. I think the eye infection that followed lasted for several months, if my memory serves me correct."

Jacob's face soured behind his father's back. He glared at me while his face blushed red in mortification and anger. Oh, whoopsy, did she out the bully to his father? He had been getting away with shit like that ever since his mother died. She had just been the unfortunate pushover that had gotten the abuse until she had stopped visiting Forks.

William turned his head towards his son. He frowned at the look on Jacob's face for a moment before asking him the golden question,

"Is that what happened Jake? Did you purposefully injure the poor girl?"

The fifteen year old teen scowled petulantly.

"She called me an idiot"

I frowned at his stupidity.

"I was nine years old. I didn't even know the proper meaning of the word yet. I wasn't purposefully going to call a seven year old an idiot."

His scowl deepened. How immature. His body may have already started with the change due to the wolfy hormones he had floating around in his body, but his mind was definitely a few years behind in the development of maturity. She turned her attention towards William once more.

"I'm going to go take dinner out of the oven and set the table."

He nodded in understanding at me before glancing hopefully at Jacob.

"Jake, go help with the table."

She rolled her eyes once her back was turned. Really? He was still going to try this? Their conversation during dinner would put an end to this shit. Once in the brightly lit kitchen she began pulling plates down from the overhead cabinet and placing them in front of each chair. She then grabbed the cutlery. By the time Jacob had joined her in the room, she was almost ready to remove the food. Stupid fucking mutt.

He crossed his arms across his chest and stared lustfully at her when she bent to retrieve the oven-mitts from the bottom drawer. Ew. She could just imagine the thoughts that were being projected to Edward upstairs. The mutt had better be careful.

He stepped forward in a move to grab at her elbow, but as she had been carefully watching his every move out of the periphery of her vision; she was able to quickly sidestep him and grab for the scalding hot food. Now she had a weapon if she needed one, he would not be that much of an idiot to try something while she was cradling an object that could provide him with third degree burns…right?

She glared coldly at him while calling out loudly to the men in the other room that dinner was ready. He had no other choice but to sit down. She mentally thanked the fates when Charlie and William sat on either side of him, leaving her across from him at the square table. That would be one disaster avoided. Now to start a war…

They were all mostly silent as they ate; and for that she was grateful. She was really not in the mood to entertain a conversation with any of the individuals currently sitting at the table. She chewed her last bite before setting her cutlery neatly together in the middle of her plate, she then proceeded to look at Charles. She waited until there was a lull in the scrapping of knives and forks against ceramic before she addressed him.

"As I mentioned earlier, I have plans. I'm spending the long weekend with an old friend of mine that I wasn't aware now lives in Forks. We plan on having a weekend shopping trip. The dishwasher is set and just needs to be filled and switched on. I'll place tonight's leftovers in the fridge now, and as I went grocery shopping this afternoon; there should be more than enough food to last until Tuesday. I just need to grab my bag, and then I'll see you on Tuesday."

He grunted his acknowledgment of her plans and nodded in her general direction while still busy concentrating on his food. She spared him a brief smile when their eyes met before getting up from her chair. She waited for a comment from the peanut gallery while moving the leftovers into a sealable container. She did not have to wait very long. It was William's curiosity that was piqued.

"An old friend you say? Who is it, it may be someone that we know. Most of the town still occasionally come and visit us all on the reservation."

Oh, it was definitely someone that you know dear William…just not someone that visits you in that stupid village of yours…

She quirked her lips into a smirk as she pronounced the name clearly,

"Oh, I'm sure you know her, Alice Cullen?"

She watched in amusement as his eyes hardened and his eyebrows drew together into a frown. Oh this was so fun. She wondered if she could cause him to have a heart attack…

One could only hope.

There was no reaction from Charlie at the name, be it positive or negative.

She continued on when it looked like he was going to open his big mouth and say something that he would regret.

"We've known one another for years! We met overseas while shopping and hit it off immediately. I even went on an extended camping trip with her entire family. Wow, it sure was an…experience…"

She cocked her head to the side while she addressed him, making sure that he got the message and understood her emphasised pause. He closed his mouth and scowled; like father like son. He knew that she knew. Good.

She strode out of the room without a backward glance, climbing the stairs two at a time to get to her door quicker. She wanted to be gone already. No more waiting; she wanted her Edward now and she would be damned if there were any more delays or distractions! Once in her room she was relieved to find that her packing had been done for her; her bag resting in the middle of the bed with a small note laying on top of it.

Isa,

I'm waiting just beyond the shadows of the forest for you

See you soon…

Edward

She knew that he would not have gone far but it was still a great relief to know just how close he was in case she needed him. She glanced around once before leaving the room. She wondered if she would be ambushed before she could make it out of the door, or if William would approach her once she was outside; in the open and vulnerable.

She got her answer when she stepped onto the porch and heard the creak of his wheelchair against the wood. She stiffened. Well if this was how he wanted to play it…

She spun to face him, narrowly missing tripping over him. She spat her next words into his face with as much acid as she was capable of.

"We both know what I know. Nothing you say will ever change my mind on this matter. You don't even know them but are willing to sprout lies and prejudice about a family that has done no harm to you. I know what you are, and I despise your kind. You are all disgusting manipulative insipid beings, and I will not be associated with the likes of you. It's revolting that you are trying to throw your son at me. Your fucking fifteen year old son to be precise! You may be close with Charlie, but you are nothing to me and never will be. That imprinting bullshit that your kind talks about with such reverence and makes sound so special is nothing but survival of the fittest. There's nothing romantic about a grown man being able to imprint on a child. It's paedophilia no matter what way you swing it. I've found my vampire mate, a phenomenon a million times stronger than your little survival tactic, and I'll be fucking damned if you try and attempt to interfere in a situation that's absolutely none of your fucking business. Now you're going to stay away from me and keep that mouth of yours shut unless you want your entire reservation to die because you could not stick to your side of the terms of the treaty. And as a mate phenomenon, I'm not included in that. Do you understand me?"

"I'll take your silence as yes. Goodbye William."

She felt lighter as she strode to her car. God it had felt good to get that off of her chest. Her lights reflected off of his unmoving form still on the porch as she reversed out of the driveway. Now that that was done she could enjoy her weekend, her weekend alone with Edward…