Author's Note: Obviously, it's been a little while since I last updated. I swear I'm not giving up, and I'm still going to finish all of my stories.
Chapter 12
Bella woke, confused and disoriented, to find herself in her room. Grumbling in complaint, she tried to get out of bed, only to get tangled in the sheets and fall flat on her face. Her legs still stuck on the bed, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked around, trying to see if Tanya was actually in her room or not, only to find no one around.
"Not fair. She cheated," Bella mumbled as she attempted to pull herself forward, causing all of her blankets to come along for the ride.
She was halfway across her bedroom, planning on crawling down to get coffee, when Bella caught sight of her phone. She reached out to grab it, despite the fact that her phone was on the nightstand a good four feet away. Not giving up, Bella continued to reach for the phone, willing it to come to her, both arms shaking with the effort, one from trying to magically pull the phone towards her, the other from holding up a part of Bella's upper body.
Yet the phone didn't move, and Bella had no choice. Giving up, she fell face first onto the floor, limbs spreads, where she stayed for several moments. However, her dream girl overcame her laziness, and Bella got up on her hands and knees to scurry over to the nightstand. On the way, she tripped on her blankets several times, and even accidentally slammed her head into the knob of one of the nightstand drawers.
Sitting up, Bella put a hand to her head in surprise, shocked that the drawer would attack her like that. But she got over it quickly enough and picked up her phone.
There were no messages or calls from Tanya, but that didn't stop Bella from calling the blonde anyways.
"Bella? What's wrong? Did something happen? Why are you calling so early?" Tanya asked immediately, a tone of worry in her voice. It was, after all, five in the morning, and Bella was up and active of her own free will.
"I'm calling you back," Bella declared. She glanced around her room, then back up at her bed. Realizing the amount of effort it would take to get back onto the mattress, Bella started turning around in circles, making herself comfortable on her stalker blankets. She settled in quickly, curled up in a ball.
"I wasn't aware I had called you," Tanya replied, puzzled. "I'm sorry."
"No," Bella replied, confused as to what Tanya was talking about. "I'm calling you back."
"I know, I hadn't realized I had called…" Tanya trailed off, coming to the realization that Bella might not mean what Tanya thought.
This realization was confirmed when Bella stated, her voice very serious, "You're not in my bed."
Tanya let out a soft laugh. "I'm sorry about that, but I don't think your father would be okay with that."
Bella frowned, confused. What did her father have to do with anything? Well, Charlie did live here, but… "He'll still be able to sleep. We haven't started having sex yet, so he doesn't need to cover his ears."
There was some laughing in the background, and Bella thought she heard Tanya make a strange noise. "That's not the problem, Bella. Well, it's a part of the problem, but…" She soon trailed off, and didn't say anything else.
Just like that, an idea came to Bella, causing her eyes to light up. "But it's not night anymore. You're not staying over. So come. My bed is comfy." Then Bella frowned, realizing the front door would be locked. "You'll have to come in through the window," Bella added thoughtfully. "Because the doors will be locked. And I don't want to go down stairs."
"Bella…" There was a tone to Tanya's voice, one that clearly told Bella that Tanya wanted to come. So why was Tanya still talking?
"If you're not here soon, I'll die," Bella told Tanya in the most serious voice Bella could ever use, completely believing her words. No dream girl meant no life, no dreams, and no anything. Especially no lemonade.
With that in mind, Bella hung up and turned to the window, waiting expectantly. It took her several minutes, but she soon realized that the window might be locked too. She tried to crawl over to the window, but since she was still tangled in her blankets, she simply got tripped up again and couldn't make it very far.
Tanya arrived incredibly quickly. Despite knowing that Bella wasn't actually in danger, hearing the words "I'll die" from her mate couldn't help but send the blonde into a panic. However, upon arrival at the window, she found she couldn't get in. She could only watch Bella, who was on the floor, blankets wrapped around her like she had been wrestling with them, one arm outstretched as the brunette tried to reach the window's lock. On top of that, there was a huge bruise on her head, like Bella had actually fought with someone, or something, and lost. To say Tanya was freaked out was an understatement. It was torture to have to wait for Bella to actually manage to unlock the window, then collapse on the floor, puffing loudly.
Tanya had to open the window, of course, and then slip inside. She gathered Bella into her arms, blankets and all, and then moved the girl over to the bed.
"I'm never closing that window again," Bella declared adamantly as Tanya set Bella on her lap and moved the girl's hair from her face, examining the large bruise.
"Please lock it whenever I'm not here," Tanya replied anxiously, sure that someone could easily break in and hurt her. "And what happened?" Too afraid to touch the bruise itself, she stroked the skin around it.
"Never again," Bella repeated stubbornly. They sat in silence for a minute, only for Bella to realize that Tanya had asked a question. "Oh. I was attacked."
"What?" Tanya asked, her voice rising in fear. How could something have happened in the few hours Tanya had left Bella alone?
Bella nodded. "Yeah. It was a surprise attack too."
"Who?" Tanya demanded, eyes darkening to black with her fury. "Who hurt you?" She was going to kill them, no doubt about it. Damn the attention she might receive. Nobody was going to hurt her mate and get away with it.
In answer, Bella pointed. Confused, Tanya followed Bella's finger, only to find Bella was pointing at her nightstand. There wasn't even a picture on it. "What?"
Bella continued to nod. "It tried to stop me from getting my phone."
"Are you...are you talking about the nightstand?" Tanya asked, her anger fading as she stared down at her mate, perplexed.
Bella was still nodding, only to become distracted by the worried scrunch of Tanya's brow. Reaching up, she stroked her thumb across Tanya's forehead, smoothing the lines. While Tanya was beautiful no matter what, Bella didn't like seeing that expression on Tanya's face. When Tanya's expression cleared, her lips twitching with the effort to suppress a smile, Bella's heart did a weird summersault jumping jack.
"It must have been a tough fight," Tanya said. She didn't want to encourage Bella nearly giving her heart attack after heart attack, vampire or not, but she couldn't help herself.
Bella nodded once more, her hand moving down to cup Tanya's cheek. "You're more glorious than cheese," she told Tanya softly, meaning every word.
Tanya couldn't help but laugh then, but managed to keep her voice soft. "Thank you," she said at last. Once she contained herself, she added, "So, is there any special reason that you called me over?"
A confused frown turned Bella's lips. "There needs to be a reason?" Bella really didn't like that. If there needed to be reason for Tanya to come over, then that meant Bella would have to be the one to go find Tanya each time. And then Bella would get in trouble, maybe even being scolded in the process, for getting lost all by herself.
"No, Bella, there doesn't," Tanya said softly, smiling. Each time Bella did something like this, the vampire felt her dead heart fill further, to the point Tanya could believe she was alive again. And while only a few days ago, she would have said it was impossible, that she already loved Bella as deeply as anyone could love anybody, Tanya found herself falling further and further in love with Bella with each passing second.
"Good. I don't want to get lost," Bella said, apparently relieved. Tanya started to get confused, but dropped it when Bella added, "I can get lost with you though, right?"
"Right," Tanya agreed, deciding to puzzle over it later. She then leaned down to softly kiss the bruise on Bella's head, which made Bella do a strange wiggle dance in Tanya's lap while humming. A burst of laughter escaped Tanya's throat as Tanya asked, "What was that?"
"That," Bella replied, "was on television." Then her eyes widened slightly, and she was quick to add, "But don't worry, it wasn't porn."
Tanya laughed once more, this one in slight disbelief. "Good to know."
"The only porn I want to be involved in is with you," Bella continued without a thought, making Tanya turn to stare at her in shock. Bella didn't notice. "But without it ending up online. And without the cameras. And without anybody else around watching us."
"So sex," Tanya clarified. "Just sex. Not porn."
Bella turned to stare up at Tanya, her eyes comically wide as her breath caught in her throat. "So you want it too?" she asked with clear hope. Before Tanya could reply, Bella seemed to suddenly be on a mission, gaining a burst of energy that Tanya didn't believe Bella had. "I'm tired, and my body feels heavy, but I can do it. I'll be the best it to do. Don't worry." Bella started to struggle and fight with her pajamas, but wasn't getting anywhere. "I've been sexifying in my head a lot. Not with anyone else though, so I wasn't cheating on you. Unless I can cheat on you with you. Although maybe I wasn't cheating on you after all; the you in my head never let me get very far. The real you actually let me get farther. Which is why any sexifying factors had to happen in my head by myself."
It was as Bella managed to get the first button of her own shirt undone that Tanya snapped out of her trance, springing into action. She grabbed Bella's wrists to stop the girl from going any farther, knowing how hard it would be to stop herself from touching the human if Bella were to end up naked in front of her. To Tanya's immense surprise, Bella actually fought back, so focused on undoing the next button that she didn't even notice Tanya's attempts to stop her. However, it wasn't Bella's focus that took Tanya by surprise; it was the strength that Bella suddenly appeared to have. In order to stop Bella from undoing anymore buttons, she had to put some real vampire strength behind it. And even then it was a struggle.
"Bella, wait, I didn't mean-not yet!" Tanya grunted as she started wrestling with the human...who most likely wasn't human after all. The bed actually began to creak with the strength of their tussle, and in the back of her mind, Tanya was actually worried the bed might break.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Tanya managed to pin Bella to the mattress on her back, holding tightly to Bella's wrists, which were now above Bella's head. Tanya froze, not just because she was straddling her mate and already incredibly worked up with a powerful desire to dominate Bella for fighting her, whether Bella realized it or not, but because of Bella's eyes. Once again, they were very clearly a vibrant purple as they stared into Tanya's own dark gold eyes. Then, after a short moment where neither of them even breathed, Bella broke their gazes by looking down.
"Ooh la la, tatas," Bella breathed. It didn't take a genius, or even a moron, to realize she was staring, very obviously, at Tanya's chest.
Tanya glanced down, and she nearly let out a curse as she realized that somehow when they were wrestling, her shirt had been torn nearly right down the middle. Even worse was that, in her rush to get to Bella, she hadn't thought to wear a bra. While one breast was on much more display than the other, the shirt somehow managed to conceal her nipple. But that nipple was definitely going to show if Tanya so much as twitched.
Just the knowledge that she was so close to skin against skin contact with her mate made it so much harder to control herself and not give in. And for some reason, seeing those purple eyes locked on her body made things even harder.
Bella then, of course, had to go and make things harder by saying, "I might have a case of the too-sexy-for-my-brain, but don't worry." Her purple eyes moved up, capturing Tanya's gaze, "I can still kiss." Once again, her eyes moved to Tanya's breasts. In a whisper, Bella added, "Everywhere."
Tanya swallowed hard as she felt herself get wet. But she wasn't about to give in, not yet. "Bella, listen to me. I want our first time to be special. I'm talking about a first date, romance, and not having to worry about your father walking in on us. Bella, are you listening?"
"Yeah. Dragonflies and paste. Kinky," Bella agreed, nodding, purple eyes still glued to Tanya's breasts.
"What?" Tanya asked, unable to even come close to comprehending what Bella was talking about. Gathering Bella's wrists up in one hand, Tanya used her other hand to grab Bella's chin, forcing the girl's head up so they could have eye contact. "Bella, I want you to understand what you really mean to me before we make love."
Bella's brow scrunched in confusion. "But I already know. And so do you." Bella squirmed, trying to get a hand free, but accidentally pressed a thigh against Tanya's crutch. When Tanya let out a choked groan, Bella froze. "I didn't mean to do that," she said, but she didn't move her leg, either.
"Soon," Tanya managed to say at last, a touch of desperation to her voice. "But only after I take you out. And I need to tell you a few things before we go through with it." Like the fact that Tanya was a vampire, for instance. And Tanya felt it was necessary to talk about what might be going on inside of Bella, as well. "Maybe we'll do it this weekend."
Bella pulled her leg back, and while she wasn't smiling, she wasn't frowning either. Instead, she cocked her head to the side, examining Tanya. Then, after a long pause, Bella asked, "Do you not like me because of my eyes?"
Once again, Tanya found herself stunned and frozen above Bella. Not because Bella knew about her own eyes-which were still purple-as Bella had probably been living with them like that her entire life. But because Bella might actually think Tanya wouldn't like her, for any reason. "What? No! Why would you ever think that?" Tanya demanded, aghast and maybe even a little hurt.
Bella blinked, still confused. "You told me so. In my dream. It was only a few hours ago, Tanya."
Tanya felt a strange, hard lump form in her stomach, and for a moment, she wondered if she might throw up. There was no way this dream could be a just a dream, could it? "What dream? What did I say?"
"You said I might do something bad soon, and that it has to do with my eyes and other things, but that you don't like my eyes the most. And that if I go through with the thing I might do, you won't like me anymore," Bella answered somberly, eyes shining with all kinds of troublesome emotions. "But I don't want to do something bad. You need to tell me what it is so I won't do it."
Swallowing hard, Tanya unconsciously tightened her grip on Bella's wrists, but neither one of them noticed. "Did I say anything else?"
Bella nodded. "Yeah. If I do the bad thing, you said you'd kill me. That you would have no choice. And that if it comes to that, it would all be my fault."
Tears sprung in Tanya's eyes, the vampire horrified of even the thought of anybody, especially her, hurting her Bella. She knew in her heart, mind, and soul that none of what Bella said could ever actually happen.
So why? Why wouldn't the sick feeling in Tanya's gut disappear?
