"Whoa...this looks awesome," I felt a slight twinge in my heart, but at the same time I loved the new look. Edward and I looked alike now.
"We'll take it." He said.
The Underground Chapter Four
After purchasing the wig, Edward grabbed my hand and took us out of the store. Back in the car, Edward said we had to ditch our ride and get another. But we couldn't do that before we got our fake documents and his offshore bank account was up and running. He drove back to the bridge where he told me to get out, and then proceeded to drive it through the guardrail in the direction that we initially went. We weren't on the grid anymore.
He didn't have any cash so we couldn't get a cab. I didn't exactly mind walking into town with him, his hand around mine. However, my feet started protesting after walking the five miles from the bridge to the town of Breidablick. I was surprised when he told me to get on his back. I didn't think he'd go that far. Ever since this started, I got the feeling that he thought I was inferior to him or at least, he hated me. I hopped on, and he continued walking to the hotel he was set up with by this Jenkins man so that he could wait for his order comfortably.
"Who's Jenkins?" I asked, once we were behind closed doors.
"A family friend. He's an attorney who makes an extra fortune by forging documents. He's the best available." He said.
"He really won't tell your family?"
"I'm certain he won't. He won't risk ruining his reputation. Rest, we're going to be here for a while."
I took my shoes and wig off, and got comfortable on the bed. "Are you...hungry?" I pulled my hair over my shoulder so he understood. He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned towards me. He wanted to, but something was stopping him.
"Why are you offering if I can take it?" He said lowly.
"Why aren't you?" He lunged at me, and landed on his knees, pinning my arms down. I didn't flinch.
"Are you not afraid of me?"
"No. I know you won't hurt my father, so no."
"If I kill you...?"
"You won't. I want to be here, Edward..." I added. He leaned in closely, his lips a mere inch from my neck.
"I didn't run away...Just one more taste," I said. He stared at me from the corner of his eye for a moment before biting. I couldn't stop myself from crying out and jumping at the pain, but quickly fell into the void of pleasure.
"Anhhh..." There really was nothing like it. I waved my body, my hip bumping his groin and gripped his thigh.
"Eungh..." He grunted at my ear. He grabbed my wrist and pulled them above my head. He held them down with one hand, and cupped my breast with the other. I gasped, and he responded by rubbing and pinching my nipple over the foam of my bra. He rubbed more, then, subconsciously I think, he thrusted into me over and over, rubbing himself. That was exactly where I needed him.
"Aanh!" I bucked into him and he ground himself against me harder.
"Edward-h-anhh..." He came up from my neck and looked into my eyes. While he stared, I could feel the hand he had on my breast slide down my abdomen, under my panties, to the death of Adam. My mouth fell open and I casted my eyes down.
"Look at me." At the sound of his tone I looked up. Once I did that, he pressed down and rubbed upwards. He's really going to make me look at him while he did this! Or because he was doing this.
He continued to rub while staring intently at me. My breathing became more sporadic and I routinely bucked into his hand. He returned to drinking from me.
There came a time when I could no longer keep my moans in. After hearing them, he rubbed faster and faster, then came up again when I was close. I was staring at him when I cried out in my orgasm. He continued to stare at me as I was catching my breath, the hand he used to pleasure me resting on my hip.
"I think..." He started, then fell silent.
"...you think what?"
"It doesn't need to be said." He jumped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. The water ran for a few seconds before it was turned off and he was back.
"It's late. You should sleep." He said, and sat down in the single-seater sofa in the corner. I sat up.
"Was that not good?" I asked tentatively. He glanced at me.
"It's not that." A moment passed, our gaze unbroken, before I got the courage to ask.
"Then what?"
"I was taught it was inappropriate to do that with a woman before..."
"Before...? Marriage?"
"Mm. I'm from the 1900's." My breathing stalled.
"How old are you?"
"Old enough to be your grandfather. Ninety-eight years."
"Maybe great-grandfather." He snorted. I grinned. "S'not that old. I don't mind."
"It doesn't bother you? That I'm not human, that I took you away from your sheltered life?" He added.
"Well. Suppose it's not ideal, but it had to happen somehow. So long as I'm here, at least me, it doesn't matter."
"You're here because I had every intent of using you until your heart gave up. That doesn't bother you?"
"...It would hurt if you went on with that plan." I said. We were silent again.
"That isn't my plan anymore." He finally said. Suddenly he was sitting in front of me. I looked up.
"That isn't my plan anymore." He repeated. "I know you won't run away."
"I'll never leave you," I said shaking my head slightly. He cupped my cheek.
"Never." His eyes fell to my lips and his thumb moved to hover before them. Then his hand fell.
"Go to sleep." He said for the third time. I had to lay down anyway because I was feeling faint. I covered myself with the fluffy comforter and settled in.
I woke up late the next morning, it was nearly noon. I looked to see where Edward was, and he was at the single-seater flipping through the pages of a magazine from the hotel and back again. I couldn't believe he was doing that all night.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"There's no need for you to be up early, we have enough time. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Um..." Normally I would have cereal but I wasn't sure I could get that here. "Anything?" I asked.
"Something substantial. How about I order for you, are you allergic to anything?"
"No, but don't order too much." I didn't like that he had to pay for everything. He picked up the corded phone and told room service to bring up waffles with eggs, bacon and hash browns, orange juice and coffee.
"You said we had enough time," I started after he hung up the phone. "Enough time for what?"
"We're meeting Jenkins at the Space Needle. We can't get in there with what we're wearing now, so we're getting new clothes." He said.
"Oh. A restaurant?"
"Mm. At the top of the landmark Seattle is known for."
"Isn't that a bit too public?"
"No one will notice us and it's easier to meet in public than private."
After a short while, breakfast was brought up and uncovered by the attendant who then excused himself. It wasn't a large helping, but all together I would be stuffed. I ate while washing it down with the OJ, feeling a bit bad that Edward couldn't eat. He seemed to have noticed.
"Don't worry. It doesn't smell at all good to me."
"Oh, ok."
When the OJ ran out, I drank the coffee. I've had it before but didn't drink it regularly. Perhaps I should use it to change my sleeping schedule. After breakfast, I brushed my teeth using the free toiletries in the bathroom then pulled my boots and wig back on and we got into the cab the hotel arranged for us. It took us all the way down to Bainbridge island, across Elliott bay on a ferry, to a brightly colored shopping avenue where all the stores had gallery shopfronts. We thanked the cab driver and started with the first store that looked promising. Edward's offshore bank account was functional now, a black card was waiting for him at the counter in the hotel lobby, and we'd be using it to pay for things without anyone seeing the money flow.
We would go into a store only to walk back out most times, the managers seemed disappointed when that that happened. Other times we looked around and tried a few things. When the sky began to change color, we were were already dressed in our evening outfits and on our way to the Space Needle down the avenue. Edward wore an all-black suit without the tie and two buttons unbuttoned with black dress shoes, and I wore a crimson-red velvet krish wrap dress with black leather pumps. Edward gave the host Jenkins' name and he had someone escort us to the top floor. Though the first floor was a bit casual, the main restaurant had an upscale feel. All the while Edward pulled me along, keeping me close.
We were led to a small table by the windows, from here we could view Seattle shining brightly, where a middle-aged caucasian man waited. Upon seeing us, he got up from his seat.
"Mr. Darci, Mrs. Darci," He greeted jovially.
"Jason," He and Edward shook hands, then I shook his. Our escort was about to grab the back of my chair when Edward beat him to it and pulled the chair out for me. Our escort left quietly.
"Mr. Cullen, it's good to see you." Jenkins said lowly.
"Good to see you too."
"Have you finally found a wife?" Jenkins asked him. I laughed nervously at that. "She's beautiful."
"Thank you," I say.
"Indeed." Edward said. "When shall you marry?"
"At my age?" He laughed. A waiter then came who gave us menus.
"You must try their lobster, they do it well here. And they have a great wine selection, I'm sure you'll find something you'd like." Jenkins commented, like this was a dinner with friends and not an illegal trade.
"I remember you choose not to drink, but how about the young lady? It's not problem at all," He added, looking at me. Did he make me the legal age on my new ID?
"I'm driving," I said simply. Wouldn't it affect how my blood tastes? "I never had a steak before..." I gasped when I saw the cost.
"Don't worry about it, it's on me. After all, I have the pleasure of meeting you. You're as pale as he is," Jenkins said. I looked at Edward. Did he know? No...
"Have the steak, so will I. Rare?" Edward said.
"Y-yeah," Just like Edward, I'd have some blood. The waiter took our order and walked away, leaving us to our business.
"I hope the hotel I chose for you was to your liking," Jenkins started.
"It did the job." Edward answered. Jenkins pulled out a folded manila envelope and pushed it across the table to him.
"Here is your order,"
Edward pulled out the new phone he got while shopping, having drowned his with the car, and tapped at it a few times. "Your payment is already in your account," He told Jenkins. He nodded.
"How is your family?"
"They're all happy and healthy. They'll be happy to know you are as well and cared enough to ask."
"How could I not?"
The man pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed his forehead before stuffing it back into his breast pocket. "Perhaps it's not my place to ask, but is everything well?"
"Perfect." Edward answered.
"I'm glad to hear that." The waiter was back and sat our dinner down in front of us, then disappeared again.
The conversation turned to something lighter as I ate. When I cut into my steak, it bled out. I couldn't really taste iron but it tasted good. Edward didn't have a bite, and Jenkins didn't seem surprised though I was sure he didn't know Edward was a vampire. Instead, Edward cut it up to make it look like he was eating to fool the waiter. When enough time passed, Edward had our dinner wrapped up and we left after exchanging cordial goodbyes with Jenkins.
Thank you for waiting and reading. I've been feeling off and I'm working on a novel too so this chapter's three days late. I try to get them up by wednesday night since I started the story on a wednesday and have been updating weekly. This chapter's twice as long though. Anyway, tell me what you think of the hotel scene. I think a lot of us have been waiting for this X3 I can't say for sure what nature the sex will be, as in how extreme, but it will involve some BDSM elements but it will not include any sadism. How else to say it...binding, ropes, blindfolds, spanking, etc., sure. BUT! It most definitely won't be boring. I just got a naughty idea ;) Gah! Who did this to me?! Thanks for reading the entire message, see you next week!