Warnings; This fic is set in an AU and doesn't not have any canon couples or situations. This whole story is simply a work of my imagination, using our favorite characters! This will be a dark fic. It will feature a poly relationship and it will have threesome action. It is rated M for a reason and is for ADULT (Over eighteen) entertainment ONLY. There will be descriptive violence and gore and disturbing behavior. DO NOT SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!
Disclaimer; All things recognizably Twilight orientated belongs to Stephanie Meyer. The only thing I own is this story line. I have not made any profit from the Twilight storyline or Stephanie Meyer's characters. Don't sue me please!
A/N; Please remember that this story is NON CANON and Edward is seriously OOC! He is passionate, dark, twisted and seriously sexy…also maybe a little psychotic lol (I love my Edward! Same beautiful face but this one has balls. Jasper is also more the Jasper you would find in Maria's army…not Jasper Hale; in this story he is all Whitlock! -Insert evil chuckle- although he is not the God of War in here.
Oh and just for the record I do use a proofreader! My spell checker however seems to overlook certain errors in grammar – so sorry for this! Lol Although I have read/seen a lot worse than mine! Thank you kind reader for pointing it out! Again I can only wonder at the sanity of some people! When you don't like a character – why read a story about that same character? Please do tell… And thank you to all the people who did review, favs and follow my story, although the response hasn't been as good as I had hoped. Hopefully this chapter will be better…
Chapter two – The offer.
Bella felt cold arms surround her, lifting her as though she weighed nothing at all, then the strange sensation of being carried at high speed; it felt almost as though she was flying.
Cold fingers brushed her forehead and trailed down her cheek to her lips. The touch was intimate and it bothered her. Her eye lids fluttered open, slowly at first only to fling wide at how close the strangers face was to her own. At such close range she could see that his eyes were actually a deep dark red. A gasp escaped her lips at the sight of such an obviously inhuman feature. Surely it must be contact lenses? Bella tried to sit up, her heart already pounding in her chest. She was terrified of this thing – man- whatever he was. He was unlike anything she had ever seen before.
As she tried to rise, a helping hand at her elbow startled her further, causing her to jump, its very coldness a chilling warning. The face in front of her smirked in amusement.
"Relax Isabella." It said softly, his voice deep and compelling. "Edward only tries to help you." As he said those words Bella watched his mouth form the words, his lips were firm, perfectly curved, and masculine with a slightly pouting lower lip. She felt the strangest urge to reach towards his lips and kiss him. Bella was inexplicably held in thrall and mesmerised by him, in a second she was completely and shamefully aroused and he hadn't even touched her.
Startled by the strength of her own emotions Bella broke the spell by glancing up at 'Edward', whom she felt was standing directly behind her. It was a mistake. While the man in front of her was everything she could think of in manly perfection, the other man standing behind her was everything she could have asked for if she had been asking for blinding perfection. His face was as beautiful as an angels, high cheek bones, perfect mouth and full eye brows curved over those dangerously twinkling eyes which were also a dark glistening red. A slow smile spread across his mouth as he saw her studying him so minutely. His eyes were anything but angelic; in fact they were demonic in their intensity.
"Do you like what you see, Bella?" He asked softly, holding her gaze with ease.
Another chuckle brought her eyes back to the first man. "It's not time to play –" He cocked his head to one side, amusement plain to see in his mesmerising eyes. "Yet. Edward I'm sure Bella needs some answers, right?"
Bella swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to answer. "Yes." She croaked. "Firstly, who are you?" She asked softly. Still feeling drawn to them both she was eager to get away from them, after all how could she really be feeling like this after only a few minutes in their company? It was ridiculous and pathetic. Bella couldn't wait for the opportunity to run from them, somehow. Although escape seemed very improbable to Bella, considering the two men before her.
"I am Jasper Whitlock." Michelangelo's David said to her, an amused expression still gracing his ruby eyes.
"Why are you here and what do you want with me?" Bella asked, warming to the subject of her general confusion. "And how do you know my name?"
"One question at a time, dear Bella." Edward said, as he suddenly appeared across the room sitting in an armchair as though he had always been there, his long legs crossed in a totally relaxed manner. He regarded her over his casually folded hands, his dark eyes sparkling at her from behind a lock of copper hair. Bella blinked several times as though to clear her eyes sight. Surely he couldn't have moved that fast, it must just be the stress of the situation getting to her, she decided.
"We have known you, watched you and guarded over you for a very long time, Bella." Jasper answered, his huge strong hands sliding suddenly onto her thighs, causing a shudder to ripple through her body without warning. It was not a shudder of disgust; in fact it was completely the opposite. A charge of pure electricity surged through Bella at his tough and she felt her cheeks, uncharacteristically, burn with colour at the sensation. She dropped her eyes to his hands and then moved up to his eyes again. She found she could stare at him with no embarrassment now. He was somehow familiar and safe to her, even though she had only just heard his name.
Bella pushed herself away from him because her embarrassment threatened to overwhelm her suddenly. Although she guessed he could have stopped her with ease, Jasper stood up and stepped back allowing her some space. She stood up and swayed as the blood rushed to her head. Pushing her long brown hair back impatiently, Bella buried her face in her hands for a second until the dizziness stopped.
She felt as though for some reason she had been dropped into an alternate reality, or maybe some joke playing prankster was having a field day with her – some explanation was obviously needed and the two men in front of her were the only ones who could give her one. She raised her head hesitantly only to find two sets of dark red eyes focused on her.
"Please tell me what you want with me?" She asked, her voice unconsciously wavering.
"Well, apart from the obvious – or maybe not so obvious to you – reason. We are here to finally claim you as ours. We have waited for a long time, in fact since the night of your mothers death, to take you and make you ours." Jasper said, the obvious innuendo making Bella blush again even as he mind was focusing on the more serious information in his sentence.
"My mothers death?" She gasped. "How do you know about that?"
"Oh we know everything there is to know about you, Isabella Swan." Edward said as he stood up and walked slowly towards where she stood, until both men were facing her a foot away.
"And what we know has only fascinated us completely. We need one such as yourself to be our mate." Jasper broke in with what could only be called an evil smile.
"Mate? What are you two playing at? Is this some freakishly sick joke you two came up with? What are you, psychos?" Bella lost her temper then, walking right up to them both and jabbing her finger as hard as she could into each of their chests. They both felt as hard as rock and just as cold. What had they done? Stood in the fridge all night? She had had enough of this fucking bullshit!
"Nothing about this is remotely humorous, dear Bella." Edward said smirking at her anger with irritating amusement, as if she were an angry child, completely amusing but harmless. "But as for what we are? Well, we are vampires dear girl and quite possibly psychos too." He continued, as his smirk became an all out laugh.
Bella stared at him as if he was insane. "Vampires? That's the best you could come up with? Oh my God! You must both be loony's…" She rolled her eyes and walked away from them in disgust.
"You don't believe me?" Edward asked, his voice entirely serious now.
"Believe you?! I think you need to be committed if you think I would believe such absolute fucking bullshit." Bella said, turning to face them, her tone and expression scathing.
In one quick blur of motion, Edward was gone and he appeared directly in front of her. He shoved her up against the wall and pressed his entire rock hard body to her soft curves. His face was inches from hers, his beautiful face contorted into a snarl of pure rage.
"Don't mock me dear, it really isn't good for your health." He said simply. His voice completely unruffled and yet laced with anger. "I wasn't joking."
Bella gaped at him, all rational thought left her as she gazed at his sensuous, and sexy face inches from hers. Their lips were almost touching, so close she could feel his cold breath on her mouth. The smell of his skin was breath taking and it quite literally made Bella's mouth water. She forgot to be frightened and stared up at him like an idiot. Jasper's throaty, deep chuckle brought her out of the spell she was under.
"Stop mesmerising our girl, Edward. Plenty of time for games later." Jasper said as he walked slowly towards them. Edward straightened and released his hold on her shoulders. Bella almost fell but Edward caught her again and quickly carried her to the sofa she had been on earlier.
" Sit." He ordered, that telltale smirk firmly back in place ill humour forgotten. Maybe he was a psycho, she thought as she switched her gaze back to Jasper who was just standing there looking at her.
"Edward wasn't joking Isabella. We are vampires and we want you to be with us, as our mate. We will leave you human for now, if you wish. We can even help you catch your killers, after all no one can get away from us and we have unparalleled senses. And in exchange we want to show you how we live." Jasper said as if he were mentioning an everyday occurrence to her. Bella blinked up at him and tried to get a hold on her spinning thoughts and chaotic emotions.
"And if I say no?" Bella said softly.
"Then we will leave you alone." Jasper said simply. The truth showed in his eyes, which glowed with sincerity.
Bella nodded and knew immediately what her answer would be. She wanted their help in catching the crazy killer that had tortured and killed her mother. Really, there was no other choice. A small part of her brain still doubted their claim, even with the red eyes, cold skin and speed; it was a hard pill for the ever-sensible Bella Swan to swallow.
So did this mean that the corpse she had examined earlier really had been killed by a vampire?
"If you know everything about me, then you will know what I was asked to look at earlier this evening? Is it true then?" She asked deliberately skirting the actual question.
Jaspers wonderfully pouting lips curved into a small smirk at her clever manoeuvring. "Bella, I am sorry about that. It was Edwards's idea of a joke. He left his snack out there for you to find…careless really… but that is Edward, as you will come to learn. It was his 'calling card' if you will."
Bella stared even harder at him, in shock. So she had been right the first time, a vampire had killed that young man. She would have to pay a visit to the coroner's office before they did the autopsy. She couldn't have them finding….
She shook her head in wonder as she realized that she was thinking about altering evidence in order to cover up for her vampire's 'snack'.
Wait…her vampire's? Where in the hell had that come from?
Edward stood behind her and she felt him stroke her hair ever so slightly as it fell over her shoulder in casual disarray, a shiver of pure delight ran down her back. Jasper reached out and ran his fingers across her cheek and onto her lips. Without conscious violation her lips parted allowing his finger access. His finger, ice cold and delectable slowly slipped inside to stroke her tongue in a blatantly sexual gesture that had Bella's stomach doing flick flacks. On instinct she sucked on his finger dragging it further into the warmth of her mouth. Jasper's eyes darkened still further before he withdrew his finger abruptly.
"We shall leave you to decide. Goodnight sweet Bella." The voice ended with a sigh as it vanished completely.
Bella was about to say something when she realised she was completely alone. The living room was empty, leaving her to wonder if she had had a very vivid dream. She sat up and looked around her in wonder.
Well fuck.
