Warnings; This fic is set in an AU and does not have any canon couples or situations. This whole story is simply a work of my imagination, using our favourite 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, gore and disturbing behaviour. 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!
Chapter warnings; Dark content ahead; blood play, gore, murder and questionable actions, language and generally explicit adult content. Please NU18! I have warned you!
Chapter nine – Angel.
With the usually lightning fast reactions of her personality she jumped off the bed after pushing Jasper aside and rushed to the cupboard.
"I wish to go hunting –now." Charlotte stated matter of factly over her shoulder as she searched through Bella's clothing her upper lip curled slightly in disgust.
"Ew." She sneered sarcastically. "She has fucking horrible clothes. She's a dork." A giggle of evil mirth escaped her lips as Jasper watched her desirable ass sashay past him once again as she searched for something to wear. Without conscious thought she left the wardrobe and headed towards the box balanced on a chair near the window, she crowed in delight as she triumphantly lifted a small scrap of sparkling material from the depths. "I knew it was here!" she exclaimed happily.
Jasper smirked and then frowned because Angel hadn't been in this apartment before. The night they had brought the sleeping form of Bella home from their killing spree, after charlotte had already 'left' Bella had been wearing the skimpy skirt. Bella must have hidden the garish skirt when she had awoken, simply from confusion or disgust, he knew not which. How did Charlotte seem to know where the offending scrap of material was?
"How did you know where to look for the skirt?" Jasper asked casually, rising from the bed and dressing with inhuman speed. His black t-shirt pulling tautly across his splendid chest, each muscle sharply defined under the thin material. His steely ripped stomach flowing downwards into slim hips and heavily muscled ass and thighs. His shoulder length golden blond hair hung around a face chiselled to perfection, his full lower lip sensuous and his dark eyes intensely and deliciously dangerous as they studied the lovely girl before him.
"I remembered." Angel answered offhandedly as she pulled on the short skirt and a black cami top she had also unearthed from the depths of Bella's closet. The top was extremely low cut and it barely covered her small breasts, braless they were a sinful temptation. Jasper felt his fangs pierce his lip as he swallowed a huge gulp of venom. This small slip of a human girl had his emotions and his body doing crazy things.
A short, sudden blast of wind alerted them to Edward's presence. He crouched on the windowsill behind where Charlotte stood, admiring her trim and yet shapely body encased in minimal clothing with a slightly tilted head and dangerously impish grin. Charlotte tensed and then swung around eagerly reaching for his lithe form, her fingers tangling in his bronze hair and clutching him to her.
"Edward!" She cried shrilly before she kissed him sensuously.
Edward's reaction was instantaneous. He gripped her slim shoulders and lifted her off the ground easily, until her bare feet dangled two feet off the floor. She was unconcerned, trusting him completely as she deepened the kiss even more. Edward growled and held her with one hand while his other dipped eagerly under the short skirt. His fingers explored thoroughly before he released her mouth and lifted his fingers to his mouth, eyes locked with her amused ones he licked her wetness from his hand with slow even strokes. Jasper had leaned against the wall watching them, his eyes now a deep pitch black.
"Care to share some, Edward?" Jasper asked with a hungry expression on his face.
Edward placed Charlotte down carefully before moving at inhuman speed to Jasper's side. His angels face was amused and plenty aroused as he grasped Jasper behind the neck and leaned forward to slowly place his lips against his mate's mouth. With a growl they kissed deeply, tongues tangling and lips gliding against each other with erotic thoroughness. Charlotte stared entranced at the deeply sexual display. A giggle escaped her plump lips as she licked them hungrily. "Are you two gonna share with me? Cause I'm dying here."
The two god like men parted and laughed at her lustful expression. Jasper could sense her emotions and they were quite simply hungry.
"Sure honey," Jasper purred, his naturally southern drawl making an appearance. His words dipped in honeyed sweetness as he stalked Charlotte. She stood her ground and stared up at him with longing. "Let's go hunt. We will show you a new way to enjoy your food."
Edward's naughty laugh was a whisper against her skin, as he appeared behind her his mouth skimming her smooth neck sensuously.
"I think you forget that I am not a vampire yet, my mate." Charlotte said slightly confused. "Besides, didn't Edward just hunt?"
"But we are vampires, darlin'." Jasper said softly as he softly kissed her lips. "There should be more than enough blood – even for you. We are never sated, my sweet. That's the beauty of being one of the undead."
Charlotte giggled again as she whispered against his mouth, "Lets go then."
…
They stalked the night, three bloodthirsty creatures enjoying the urges of their basest natures. Although Angel wasn't a vampire yet she was incredibly bloodthirsty for a human, her total lack of morality made her an efficient killing machine. Her beautiful face was often the bait as she lured unsuspecting victims to their deaths. Sometimes her vampire mates watched as she killed and other times, like now, they were her back up.
She sashayed into the dingy bar, her body as sinuous as a serpent, hips rolling easily with each tap of her high heel stilettos. Long flowing dark brown hair hung in waves and spirals around a face so lovely it stopped many men and women in their tracks. Her large doe like eyes were heavily ringed with kohl and shadowed with smokey grey eye makeup framed by perfect pale alabaster skin, her plump lips shimmered with the tempting wetness of her favourite vanilla lip gloss. Straight, delicate nose and winged mink brows completed the picture of innocent temptress and sexually provocative siren. She walked towards the bar, pretending to be oblivious to all the stares following her closely.
The barman came to serve her immediately an inviting smile plastered on his thin lips, "What can I get you, sweetheart?" He asked hopefully.
Angel smiled sweetly as she eye fucked him from under her lashes. "A martini thanks. Dry."
"Sure thing sweetness," The barman replied, almost falling over his own feet in his eagerness to serve her a drink in record fast time.
The martini appeared on the bar in front of her in a very short time, the barman grinning stupidly at her while pretending to dry a glass, which was already long dry.
"Anything else I can do for you, darling?" He asked. Charlotte gazed at him sweetly while thinking that the stupid prick was all about corny cheap endearments. The only man who was allowed to 'darling" her was Jasper and he sure as fuck wasn't even close to the vampire she loved and respected.
"Um…" She was about to lure him out side when a rough hand grabbed her arm and pulled her around, fingers biting deeply into her tender flesh. Charlotte always got angry really fast, this douche bag, who ever he was, got her mad faster than usual with his casual mistreatment of her person. Who the fuck did he think he was? The sharp, angry retort that hovered on her lips died when she spied the most delicious prey of all.
Horny, self obsessed pretty playboy.
This would be fun.
A smile touched her lips and she pretended to be impressed by his man handling of her.
"Come with me babe and I will show you the best time of your life." He whispered to her, leaning in close. Charlotte gazed up at him with false sweetness, her large eyes innocently guileless.
"Okay?" She sounded hesitant. Perfect.
Charlotte glanced over the pretty boy's shoulder and met the plenty amused eyes of her Edward. He was leaning against the bar further down, his tousled bronze hair partially falling over his forehead. She thought of how beautiful he was and felt lust and love collide in her body. Fuck, she wanted them so badly.
Charlotte leaned in and almost touched the playboy's ear with her lips. "Lets go."
She took his hand and led the eager idiot towards his death.
Out in the cold night air, a shiver shook her slim body, excitement shimmering through her stomach. This is what she loved to do; it was what she was good at. Murder; sweet blood everywhere, the feel of a knife in her hands, warmth covering her skin in sticky liquid.
Bliss.
The idiot was led into an alleyway, deserted and semi isolated it was perfect for what she had planned. She pulled him into an embrace just as her hand slid up her own thigh and touched the cold steel of her blade hidden in her panty. The douche bag tried to kiss her but she avoided it easily, offering her neck in stead.
No one kissed her but her mates.
She looked upwards and for a moment admired the inky blackness of the sky above, scattered stars creating a dim but beautiful light. Jasper appeared silently behind them and cocked his head to one side playfully. His eyes were locked with hers as she slowly raised the blade and slid the tip into the pretty boys neck. Its sharpness made his skin part like butter and she licked her lips. He yelled and stepped backwards shouting obscenities, his hand clutching his throat.
"What are you doing you stupid fucking bitch?" He screamed as the vein Charlotte had pierced pulsed blood over his neck and shoulders wetting his t-shirt and leather jacket.
She stared at him with an innocence that was eerily out of place as she lifted the blade playfully.
"I'm feeding my hunger." She said softly stalking him. "And my mates are hungry – for your blood. They need to feed." She purposely glanced at Jasper and the injured playboy followed her gaze and froze in abject fear.
Jasper was terrifying in his hunger. His eyes a sparkling black, teeth bared in a snarl, canines long and pointed.
"What the fuck is going on here?" the boy asked backing away from them both. "Is this like for a reality show or maybe a prank?"
A chuckle escaped from Charlotte and Jasper shook his head. "No, sorry man, this is as real as it fucking gets. I have a need to see my mate happy and it makes her extremely happy to see blood. Your 'it' I'm afraid." He said casually still advancing on the now terrified boy.
"I want to see her bathe in it." Edward said with a dark humour as he dropped easily from the roof behind them, landing lightly on his feet and walking slowly towards Charlotte. He kissed her face lightly and stroked her hair. "I want to lick it off of her skin."
"What? No! Please, don't do this, please man, I won't say anything, just let me go…" the boy pleaded.
He was quite handsome, Charlotte noticed, young, perhaps twenty. The slack spoilt edge to his face gave away the lifestyle he preferred. And she didn't give a fuck anyway; he was a game, nothing more.
Charlotte advanced on him, her high heels tapping slowly on the pavement as she stalked him. Jasper caught him easily and before her eager eyes pulled his head off with a flick of his wrist. Skin tearing lushly, bones snapping with a dull pop. Blood spurted everywhere and Jasper angled the body so that the warm wetness poured over Charlotte, soaking her in seconds. Her pale alabaster skin was smeared with the red fluid. Charlotte gasped and then closed her eyes as the macabre 'hosepipe' drenched her clothes and hair completely.
Edward growled at the sight of his mate so covered in the tempting fluid. He knelt at her feet and licked his way up her firm, creamy thighs, lapping up every droplet of blood. Repeatedly his fangs grazed her flesh but it only served to increase her desire. A moan was pulled from her lips as Jasper dropped the headless corpse and grabbed her head, claiming her lips in a demanding, soul shaking kiss. His strong blood soaked hands threaded themselves through her hair and pulled her head backwards as his hungry mouth nipped along her neck.
Edward reached her skirt and folded it upwards as his fingers snapped the lace fabric of her panty easily. His ice-cold lips and tongue dove into her heated and soaking wet depths making Charlotte cry out loudly as she arched her back. The knife clattered to the pavement when she reached for Edwards's head and Jaspers shoulder simultaneously to steady herself. She found herself lifted by Edward until she was sitting on his face, legs slung over his shoulders while he ate her out. Her mouth was claimed by Jasper completely, they were devouring her and she loved it.
Edward lifted Charlotte onto Jasper suddenly, and she eagerly clasped her legs around his slim hips, rubbing her aching pussy against his hard cock. Edward stepped behind her now as he slid the black cami down her shoulders, oddly tender, fingers cupping her breasts and pulling on her hard nipples. One hand lifted her breast offering it to Jasper and Charlotte watched fascinated as Jasper stopped kissing her to lean down and suck on her swollen flesh. She whimpered and gripped both of their heads to her.
"Ahhhh, fuck me, please." She begged breathlessly.
No answer followed, the growls erupting from her mates increased however and charlotte felt eager excitement flow through her. She knew they were going to take her and she couldn't wait.
And then she began to black out, irritating spots appearing before her eyes as oblivion threatened to take her under the cloying darkness. "No!" She shouted, making her vampires pause to look at her oddly.
"Stupid fucking bitch!" She wailed, clutching her head and shaking. The vampires lowered her hesitantly to the floor only to have her stumble against the wall, her eyes wide but seemingly blind.
"What is it, Charlotte?" Edward asked, stroking her hair again and lifting her face to his.
"Agh, stupid bitch!" Charlotte said again. "She doesn't want me to have you, I know it! I can feel it."
"It's Bella." Jasper said with a calm satisfaction. "She is coming back – it appears she doesn't like to share."
Edward looked confused. "But we thought she didn't know what was happening when the other personality was present? How would she know what Charlotte was about to do?"
"It what we thought, but we wanted her to realise her full potential as a switch, being able to interact with her own personalities all of the time was what we were aiming for. I think this is the beginning of that. Charlotte knew where Bella had hidden her skirt earlier too. Which means they are beginning to share a consciousness, to a certain extent." Jasper grinned, "Bella is trying to be dominant – I love it."
"Shhhhh, let it happen, angel," Jasper cooed to Charlotte as she fought the change, her body as tense as a plank, her eyelids fluttering wildly, her fingers twitching.
Suddenly his word penetrated her brain and she stopped fighting. Her long eyelashes covered with droplets of blood fluttered and then opened slowly her face sweetly confused.
"Where are we?" She asked as she looked around them at the dark alley.
"We are hunting." Jasper said. "Hello, Bella."
Bella looked down at herself and froze her hands shaking as she examined the blood covering every inch of her body and face.
"What did I do?" She asked pleadingly.
"Everything we wanted you to." He replied as he kissed her gently.
"She was here." Bella stated. "Touching you. I felt it."
"It appears that only certain things bring out the awareness. It seems, Bella dear, that you don't want to share us with Charlotte." Edward said with a grin.
"She will never have either of you like that." Bella said through stiff lips, anger flowing through her freely. "I wont let her."
Jasper chuckled. "I'm sure she will just love that."
"Lets go home." Edward suggested. "We can shower you." He leered at her suggestively and she laughed for the first time.
"Yes, lets." Bella agreed, shuddering in disgust at the blood covering her. She reached out and took Edwards hand and then turning to Jasper and holding out her fingers hesitantly. "Are you coming?"
With a sexually charged look Jasper smirked. "I certainly hope so." He took her offered hand in his and squeezed gently.
A/N; The last chapter had a very low review rate too, even though it was better than the previous one. Please can you all tell me if you are enjoying this dark tale or if you wish it would follow another path? I am always open to comments and ideas/suggestions etc. Even though most of this story is already written, I have been editing it slowly as I go along. So please, pretty please review! Thank you all for your continued support and the encouragement of my faithful readers…it honestly means the world! Next chapter up as soon as I can.
