Here you go everybody. Sorry this took so long, but I wanted to reread the book before continuing so I could get a good grasp on the Hyde character. Please read, review, and enjoy as always. I own nothing.

Chapter 4

Emily's POV…

"I can't believe I'm doing this after I swore I never would," I thought as I moved down the street that I had been avoiding for the last four days.

"But he cares, I know that now. That changes things," I thought again my steps slow as my fears of the future and everything it might hold held me tight in its grip. I couldn't stop considering and reconsidering my decision to return to Edward. What if everything he had told me was a lie? He had looked so sincere when he said those things to me, but he could just be a very good actor. What if my decision to leave him now was the only one I was ever going to get? What if after this there was no turning back? The closer I came to his apartment the more unsure I became.

"But I don't want to walk away," I whispered stopping suddenly standing in the street with just the wind around me. Despite the bumps we had experienced so far, I loved the thrill that was Edward Hyde. I loved coming to his apartment every night to be with him. I loved who I was when I was with him. I wasn't some scared silent little girl, I was a woman. Now that I had experienced that I didn't want to give it up. But it was also so much more than even that. Though I had tried to deny it every day that I was avoiding him, I couldn't, I just couldn't deny what I felt for him. He wasn't just some man that I let claim my body. He may have been a monster in so many ways, but I loved the thought that he was my monster. I loved him. I was so sure of that, I loved him; I was deeply, madly, nearly insanely in love with Edward Hyde. I loved being his girl.

"I love him," I breathed out loud before I could stop myself my steps stopping. My love for him would never let me walk away.

It was then that I found myself at his apartment door and hurrying up the steps I didn't hesitate to go in. The room was empty as I expected it to be.

"Always first," I smiled as I scanned the room looking for any difference since I had been there last. I didn't expect there to be any, but I felt the need to check just the same. This room meant more to me then I could really ever describe. It was where our love began and if it ever ended it was where it would end. It was ours; I was safe in the knowledge that I was the only person he brought here. It was our hideaway, our love nest, and I had missed it these last few days. Though if he ever asked I would never tell him that. He would only think me silly. As I hung my coat on the hook by the door, I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. Should I strip and lay on the bed in wait for him? Should I sit on the couch? None of those ideas seemed quite right. But then as my eyes landed on the window it did. With my back against the wall my black as death dress clinging to the curves of my body I waited by that window. That was where I always waited for him and unlike everywhere else it felt right.

Time seemed slow as I waited for him to walk through the door, I didn't watch it though, I didn't want to appear as eager as I really was. I just remained completely silent staring at the crescent moon as I waited my resolve weakening the longer I did.

"Where are you, Edward," I thought as the hour grew later my nerves quivering with worry. He didn't appear. He had never kept me waiting like this before and the longer I waited the more afraid I became. Even as the clock struck two I remained alone. Finally when the cold chill of the London air began to creep through the window pane, I moved away from the place where I kept watch. Part of me thought for just a second that he was repaying me for leaving him empty for four days, but I couldn't believe that. When he had left my apartment only the night before he had made his intentions clear; tonight he wanted to ravish me thoroughly so I couldn't leave him. He had gone as far as to say he would imprint himself on my body, but still if he intended to do so where was he now? The secrets Edward had hidden crept into my mind next refusing to leave once they did. I didn't know what they were, but something told me there was danger involved. I didn't know what that danger could be, but I was afraid in that moment it was the reason for his lateness. I was also afraid it would be the reason why he would disappear someday and I would never lay eyes on him again. I couldn't help wondering if this was that moment.

Lying on the couch that was all I could think about as I let my eyes close seeing his face behind them. As sleep climbed into my bones, I couldn't stop thinking of him. If I woke up and he was still gone what would I do? I wasn't sure I would ever be able to get over him. He had written his name on parts of me where it couldn't be erased.

Hyde's POV…

That bastard Jekyll had made me late. He was being particularly tiresome lately making me practically have to choke him nearly to death to him to release me. Jekyll had actually refused to let me out, but after I screamed and choked him into a migraine he finally complied. Now, I was in a terrible hurry knocking people aside right and left without a care to get to Emily. I knew she'd be there this time, she had said she would, and after four days without her I needed her desperately. But by this time I hoped she hadn't already came and went. Entering my apartment, I smiled when I saw her.

"I'm not too late," I breathed as I watched her from the doorway as I entered. She was there lying on the couch, but she was fast asleep.

"Emily," I whispered as I closed the door with a soft click locking it with another expecting my words to wake her. But she remained unmoving and looking at her still part of me didn't want to wake her. She looked perfect lying there.

"Emily," I whispered again receiving no response as I crossed the room to her.

As I hovered over her watching her sleep like the dead, I couldn't help it as my eyes softened. She looked like an angel, an angel bewitched by the devil as she slept there, and again part of me wanted to leave her be. Part of me kept saying she would wake up in time and then when she did I could have my way with her. But sitting with her on the couch still I couldn't keep my eyes off her beautiful form.

"Beautiful," I breathed lightly kissing her forehead. Emily still didn't wake and if it hadn't of been for the steady rise of her chest I would have thought her dead. Giving up on any chance of her waking, I continued to sit gazing at her. I could just sit there staring at her forever; she was not a sore sight, but the most exquisite of vixens. I took pride in knowing that she was mine. For she was beautiful. She was so beautiful.

Emily was ravishingly beautiful in the simplest yet enticing way. Even in sleep, she was a vision with her bronze curls like a halo around her head her eyes closed as her lashes brushed the pink tint of her cheekbones. Part of me didn't understand how someone could be so beautiful even in their sleep. I especially liked the way her lips curled into a smile as she slept their plump ruby redness just begging to be kissed.

"I'm going to kiss her as soon as her eyes open," I thought smiling devilishly as I gazed upon her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Even when my heart started to pound and I felt that sensation I only seemed to feel when I was with her. It was like nothing I had felt before and I had no idea what it was. It felt so strange.

"What is this?" I thought placing a hand over my heart feeling the thunder bolt that was my heart beat against my palm. I had felt it the night before as I kissed her in her apartment. I had felt it the first time I touched her. Looking at her I knew she was the cause of it, but I had no idea why. But that wasn't the most perplexing thing. The most amazing thing was I didn't just feel it when I was with her. It happened even when I thought of her. What could this beating mean? Why did it only happen when I was with her? And looking at her sleeping form again I asked those questions with my eyes. As I expected I received no answers.

"What is it about you that causes this in me?" I whispered before I could stop myself sighing as I looked away from her. None of the women before had ever made me feel this way. And she was merely that, a woman, why was she so different from them? The questions roamed my mind like that of Jekyll's voice just before he returned to lock me away.

"Edward," murmured Emily drawing me out of my thoughts as she finally woke up.

"You finally came, I thought you might not be coming," continued Emily on a yawn. She smiled her tender smile at me then and slowly I returned it. Descending on her, I placed both hands on either side of her body and keeping my word I kissed her lips.

"A gentleman doesn't keep a lady waiting. What took you so long?" said Emily her voice soft against my lips. I kissed her again before answering my hands cradling her face. Her questions, my questions, they could wait until later, for now I just wanted to kiss her, even if it was for just a short time.

"As I told you before, I am no gentleman," I growled claiming her lips once more that was the only answer I intended to give her.

Slowly I pulled her into my lap as I sat up and letting my eyes run over her it was clear what I wanted.

"I'm here now that's all that matters," I growled raking my hands over her body. Smiling as I did so, I felt as she shivered in response, she wanted my touch as much as I wanted to touch her. Looking her over, I wanted to rip her clothes to shreds so I could have her, but before I could do so she stopped me giving me a longing look.

"No, please don't," whispered Emily bringing my hands to her waist instead kissing my lips.

"As much as we would both enjoy you ripping my dress to shreds and taking me, I can't walk home naked," smiled Emily kissing me still as her own hands moved to unlace her dress. I watched her with a heated gaze when I pulled away from her lips, her breasts spilling out her dress ready to fall from her shoulders, and when it was I pulled her into my arms.

Emily moved her body to straddle mine and holding her still I devoured her lips. I just couldn't get enough of her. She was like candy, or a drug that raced through my veins. Her hands roamed me as my own roamed her. I felt her hands cup my face as we kissed moaning as the kiss deepened. I smiled as her hands plucked my hat from my head throwing it away as was her habit. Only after it was gone did she pull away looking at me with a heady look in her eyes.

"You need to stop wearing that damn hat," gasped Emily her fingers raking through my hair as I roamed her throat marking her as the property of a monster. She was mine. She would always be mine and if any other man ever laid a hand on her I would kill them.

As I licked, sucked even bit her tender flesh I reveled in the sweet taste of her, the heady aroma of her softness better than the richest foods.

"Edward," gasped Emily her fingers in my hair. I felt as she ground her clothed sex against my own then her breath becoming labored at the sensation it caused. She was always surprising me, she had never done such a thing before, but as she continued I groaned feeling as I hardened for her. She was truly a vixen, my little angelic vixen.

"Eager, my dear," I purred looking at her as I palmed her breasts squeezing appreciatively.

"Yes," hissed Emily continuing her movements her lips covering mine as her hands removed my clothes.

My coat began a pile on the floor as I gripped her waist watching her in her fervor. I had never seen her so eager before. It appeared she had missed me as much as I had missed her. I made her dress join the pile on the floor instantly leaving her bare except for the sheer stockings she wore. She plucked at the buttons of my shirt removing that next and when that too was gone I dove back in to taste her skin. She melted into my touch moaning wantonly as my lips explored her. Her fingers clutched me as my hands explored her at their leisure and as I continued the sounds she made spurred me on. My hands suddenly cupped her breasts firmly and smiling I heard as she begged me to make love to her.

"Don't you ever try to leave me again," I growled at her. I made her look at me then making it clear that next time I wouldn't be as kind as I had this time. If there was a next time I wouldn't just track her down; next time I would hurt her. I would punish her.

"No, never again," exclaimed Emily tugging at the strands of my hair wanting me to continue.

"Please, Edward, take me. I need you," gasped Emily her voice barely a whisper. Taking her hands from my hair, I met her gaze as I brought them to my crotch pressing them into the bulge there.

"Release me," I whispered moving my own hands to grip her ass giving it a playful slap.

Her eyes stayed locked with mine as she opened my pants and when I sprung forward into her hand we both breathed a heavy thrill.

"You missed me," smiled Emily stroking me making me groan in answer. She spoke the truth though I would never tell her. I had missed her. With all my heart I had missed her. Ever since I met her she was the only woman I could get such a thrill from now. She was so beautiful, so unique, and though I would never be sure what it was there was something about her that made her different from everyone else.

"Position yourself," I growled watching as she immediately rose higher on her knees.

Bringing me to her wetness I felt her tremble as I waited for her to lower herself down. Slowly then I filled her, her sex clutching me immediately, and when I was in her to the hilt I looked at her. The mere sight of her could have made me come. She was beautiful. The way her eyes closed in her pleasure her lips parted just slightly. The way her hands gripped my broad shoulders as if I was the only thing holding her to this earth; she was a sight to see. An exquisite sight that I vowed no one else would ever see.

"Ride me," I growled squeezing her hips nearly painfully her eyes filled with lust when they opened to look at me. Emily was a vision of sexual bliss as she did as I told her. Grinding her sex into my own, Emily moved over me her head through back as she mewled out in response. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I wanted to possess her. To make love to her, to mark her entire body so she would have no doubt that she was mine. But for now her lips would have to be enough. I kissed her heatedly, her lips moving immediately with mine in her own hunger.

Our sounds of pleasure filled the room. Soon we were both screaming in pleasure as we searched for our release.

"So good, you feel so good," I breathed moving my hands along her sides. I drew her lips back to mine as she babbled incoherently. I knew she was lost to her pleasure I could feel it as she held me with an iron grip. She was a vision to watch, I didn't want to take my eyes off her, and I didn't as I suckled a nipple into my mouth.

"Edward," exclaimed Emily nearly screaming as I moved with her my lips moving back and forth over her breasts.

"Oh god, Edward, don't stop, so close," whispered Emily her breathing getting heavier with every second. Her nails dug painfully into my shoulders then drawing blood as she rode me harder. She was close to her own release I could tell and I was just as close. I was so close I couldn't take it anymore. I had let her take control, but I could do that no more. Now I was going to show her what she had been missing. And claiming her lips once more I looked at her with a wicked grin. She had no idea what I was about to do; she was too lost to her own pleasure. Looking into her eyes, I grabbed her hips never leaving her body as I made her back hit the couch. Hovering over her, I pounded relentlessly into her making her scream loud, so loud I was sure any passersby would hear us outside.

"Emily, so good, so beautiful," I breathed fisting my fingers in her hair. Peering down at her, I forced my lips onto hers, and she responded eagerly. She was mine, all mine, and I would make sure she never forgot it.

"Edward, " breathed Emily her voice laced with her own pleasure. I knew we were both nearly there and continuing to thrust into her I finally felt as she came clutching me.

"Emily," I growled against her skin following behind her filling her up completely.

"My Emily," I sighed kissing her neck as I buried my head there. I didn't move a muscle then choosing to just stay there with her. I wanted to hold her in my arms, I wanted to listen to her heart beat, and know that it belonged to me. I was the only one who would ever do so.

And that is what I did. Again, like before, I listened to the sound of her heart beat.

"I'm yours, Edward, I'm not going anywhere ever again, I promise," whispered Emily running her fingers through my hair.

"No you're not," I said matter-of-factly gripping her body to mine just a little bit tighter. That was all I said before our time together ended. I had to return this body to Jekyll soon. I could feel him already clawing his way to the surface.

Leaving her body, I began to dress myself making her do the same? Only when we looked as if nothing had happened did I embrace her again the urge to have her again not completely leaving me. I gazed down at her. She was so beautiful. She was beautiful and mine. And looking at her then I had the suddenly unusual urge to tell her just how beautiful she was to me. I didn't know why, but I needed her to know that.

"You are so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in all of London," I growled drawing her into a kiss that had her clinging to me for breath. I meant what I said; to me she was the most beautiful woman in all of London. No other woman interested me anymore and though I didn't understand why I was glad of it. I was glad I had her; I hoped she saw that as she pulled away looking into my eyes. Nothing was said between us then as I looked at her as she looked back. I wished I could stay there with her forever. That I could forget all about Jekyll and focus completely on her. I knew it would never happen, but gazing at her I wished it all the same.

"I'll expect you here, tomorrow," I said kissing her tenderly as I stroked her cheek.

"Yes, as long as you want me here," smiled Emily leaning into my touch. Her eyes sparkled then as she looked at me and looking closely I saw tears in her eyes. She had the idea in her mind that someday my passion for her would end. She didn't know the effect she had on me; she didn't know that because of that I would want her with me until the end of my existence.

"Foolish woman, don't you know?" I whispered twirling her around as I backed her up leaning her against the door.

"Know what?" whispered Emily before I kissed her passionately making her fall helplessly into my arms.

"Until I no longer exist you will be the only woman I want," I growled continuing the kiss as soon as the truth was past my lips. Taking her face in my hands, I never wanted to stop kissing her; she was the most exquisite woman I had ever met. She was all I would ever want; I really truly meant that.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be late," smiled Emily afterward her whole body leaning into mine. I chuckled in response kissing her over and over again as I clung to every last second with her. I knew it was ticking away. Soon Jekyll would return and I would have to wait for him to let me out again. We parted ways then and arriving back at Jekyll's house I snuck through the back door.

Jekyll was already screaming into my mind. He wanted his body back and sitting alone in a chair I waited for him to do so. I didn't know when he would let me out again; he had been more and more reluctant as of late. Every time he locked me away I was afraid it would be for good. And then I would never see Emily again. As he reclaimed the body we shared I thought of her, I saw her face, the face of my beautiful Emily, and thinking of her I was locked away once more.

Jekyll's POV…

Hyde was screaming into my head again. He wanted out and he had wanted out since I had woken up this morning. He had plagued my dreams with thoughts of that girl he was so fixated on and he just wouldn't stop. For some reason he was hell bent on needing to see her every night. Even being the brilliant man that I was I couldn't understand his fixation. This Emily girl was nothing special. She was a mere woman and yet she was all he thought of. Not to mention she was all he made me think of. I was beginning to despise the girl and wished I could just get rid of her. But Hyde would never allow such a thing. But I had to avoid such thoughts for Hyde didn't like it. He would scream and rave and pound at my head from the inside whenever I asked such questions. He would protect this girl with a vengeance even from me.

"She is mine," screamed Hyde attempting to escape from his cage within my mind. But I wouldn't allow such a thing. I knew he must remain under my control that he couldn't be allowed to roam free. He was a monster; he was dangerous; he was all the worst part of myself which was why I hated him so.

I found myself laughing at what he said. He was so much stupider then me. He never thought, he just screamed, speaking words before considering the meaning behind them. He honestly thought those words meant something, but in all reality they meant nothing at all.

"You are me as I am you, my good fellow, so she is as much mine as yours. I can do with her as I wish," I whispered to him. Part of me still felt foolish for speaking to myself and as much as I tried to get over it I just couldn't. Sometimes I worried that it made me insane. Hyde became enraged at my words. He would have me nowhere near her. Whether we were one in the same he made it quite clear as he screamed into my mind that I was not to touch her. He made it quite clear that if I did he would put an end to me as well as himself.

"You keep your hands off her. I will let no one hurt her especially not you," snapped Hyde one last time and I could practically feel him now shaking with his anger.

Staying silent as he continued his rant, I still didn't understand why this girl was so special. He could have any woman walking the streets, why would he want this simple little maid of a girl? But it wasn't just that. I could see even if he couldn't that he was changing.

"She is changing you," I whispered to him finally remembering a time when he cared for no one, but himself. Now he cared for this girl, I knew that even as he denied the change she had inspired in him the moment he laid eyes on her.

"What is it about her? Why do you care so much for her, she is just a woman? It is not as if you love her so she is very easily replaceable," I smiled expecting him to scream my head off. But much to my surprise he was silent for once. His silence though spoke volume not to mention shocked me tremendously. Could it really mean what I thought? Could he love her? Did He love her?

"You don't love her, do you?" I exclaimed expecting him to laugh at the mere idea, but again he was silent. Deadly silent. I never received an answer. For once the monster remained silent.