Nov 27
2:23 A.M
Bella entered her house and threw her keys on the table. She was glad to be home. The few drinks she had made her head spin a little. She was not used to drinking and in her own opinion it was a waste of time. The night had been fun but she had better things to do with her time. She went to her bedroom and took off her clothes. She slipped into a tank top and a pair of shorts. She went back to the living room and turned the TV on. Nothing like some cartoons to help one fall asleep.
Bella's eyelids were starting to drop when she felt something. Call it intuition, or instinct but she felt like she was being watched. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around the darkly lit room. The TV was casting shadows over all the furniture. It was an eerie thing to experience so close to sleep. She reached over and turned on the lamp. The pale light illuminated the room. She looked around but could see nothing out of the ordinary. Was she thinking crazy thoughts? Was the panic of the missing woman getting to her?
Bella decided that she was just getting worked up over nothing. She had felt a chilly feeling but only for a second. Surely there was nothing for her to worry about. She was safe inside her home. Bella leaned back onto the couch and turned the volume up on the screen. She left the light on. It helped ease any feelings of anxiety. Pretty soon she fell asleep to the sounds of the TV.
Creak.
Bella's eyes fluttered underneath her lids.
Creak. Click.
Thud.
Bella jerked awake. Her heart pounding inside her chest. She whipped her head from side to side. Had she heard something or was it all in her dreams? She felt panic start to rise inside her chest. A part of her was screaming at her to relax, that the house sometimes creaks at night. That there was no reason to be afraid, she was fine. Yet another deeper darker part of her was saying that was all lies. She certainly didn't feel safe. She felt dread deep in her stomach.
They say that people can sense things. Call it a sixth sense if you will. That even when your sleeping your mind is still aware of things around you. Have you ever jerked yourself awake looking around for something you knew was there just a second ago? What about when your sleeping alone and wake up for no reason? When the air around you chills and you can't understand the reason why? Call it premonition or precognitive ability, we all have that radar to us that picks up things that we might have no idea what it even is. Bella was feeling that at this moment. Something was telling her that things were not right. She could feel it deep in her stomach. Her hands were clenched to her thighs.
The TV was casting its glow around the room. The room didn't seem right to Bella. Everything was crystallized and clear. She had just woken out of a deep sleep, she should be groggy not fully aware. She got up from the couch and walked slowly towards the kitchen. She flicked on the light and everything seemed normal. She walked into the hallway towards the front door. Her cell phone laying abandoned on the kitchen counter.
She checked the front door, it was locked. She had locked it, hadn't she? She couldn't remember if she had but it was locked now. She ran a hand through her hair and turned to go upstairs. Maybe she just needed a nice shower and more sleep. The stairs creaked only once at the top step. She went into the bathroom and turned on the water. It hissed as the water came up from the pipes. She took her clothes off and stepped into the water.
The water ran down her back in a warm trail. Her heart was now beating normal. She just had let herself get all worked up over nothing. No more late night cartoons for her. Her head was slightly throbbing from the few drinks she had earlier. She had to leave for work early in the morning. She needed to relax and get back to bed. The shampoo bottle was slippery in her hands. She squirted some in her hand and began washing her hair.
Bella paused, unease started creeping up inside her. Chills were forming on her skin even with the hot water running down her body. She dunked her head in the water and washed away the soap from her eyes. She yanked the curtain aside with a sudden panic.
The bathroom was empty.
Bella's heart was heaving. Her adrenaline was rushing through her body. Why was she freaking out like this. There was no one here. Her doors were locked and she was fine. Why was she so freaked out all of a sudden? She quickly finished her shower and stepped out. The water dripping onto the tile floor. She wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out into the hall. The light from the bathroom leaving just a small trail of light. The light switch for the hallway was down by the stairs. Hadn't she turned that on when she came up?
Bella used her hands to guide her as she walked down the dark hallway. Her breath coming out in short pants. She was sure she had turned the light on. She was sure that she had. How had it turned off? Her hand glided across the wall with every careful step. Something was not right here.
She screamed as something touched her leg. She dove forward the last few inches to flick the switch. The dim bulb cast light all around her. Bella started to laugh. Her leg had brushed the little table she had in the hall. In the darkness the table had seemed like a creature from those horror movies. Bella felt silly. She had allowed her paranoia to get the best of her. She leaned against the wall and took deep breaths. This night was just an awful one. She couldn't understand how she could feel this deep and irrational fear. She was fine.
Bella went to her bedroom. She opened the door slowly and stepped aside. Still in a incredulous emotion for overreacting over the table in the hall. She turned to shut the door when the hand came up and grabbed her by the throat.
Edward pulled up across the street from her house. He watched as she walked into her house. The windows at the front allowed him to watch her walk into the living room. He got out of his car and walked calmly up to the residence. The neighborhood was dark and everyone was asleep. Perfect.
He watched her sit down on the couch and turn the TV on. He watched her relax. What was he going to do? This was unlike him. He usually took the time to think about his plans. She was something else. He did not have the time to rationally think of a plan for this victim. He needed to have her tonight. He could not stomach the thought of going home alone. Sure, he could have grabbed some whore from the bar but he didn't want them. When he had seen Bella his whole world had stopped. His heart had clenched in his chest with a passion he knew nothing about. What was this infernal creature and what was she doing to him?
She closed her eyes and laid back. Was she asleep? Her chest indicated that she was still awake. She was breathing slow but not regular. He could feel that she wasn't truly asleep. When she jerked up and looked around he knew he had been right. She could sense something, or someone. She was smarter than most, but not smart enough. He waited patiently for her to realize there was nothing there. After a little bit she began to relax again after ascertaining there was no threat.
When Bella's eyes had closed and her chest moved in repetition, Edward made his move. He crept to the front door and checked the lock. She had left it unlocked. Didn't she understand how stupid that was? He opened the door slowly and slowly walked towards the living room. She was sleeping so peaceful on the couch. He walked over to her prone body and extended a hand towards her. He softly touched her face. Her face was so angelic when she was completely asleep. He allowed only a few moments of gazing at her before he left her there.
He walked up the stairs carefully. He did not want to wake her before he was ready. At the last step the stair creaked. He stopped in his tracks and listened. He heard her gasp as she was jerked awake. He had startled her awake. He stepped off the step and went into the room directly to his right. It was her bedroom. Perfect.
He listened as she walked through the house. He heard her light footsteps as she traveled through the house. His breathing got slower as he concentrated on his surroundings. He loved hearing the fear in her breathing. He could sense she was scared. He loved this feeling. He loved the hunt.
She came up the stairs and Edward held his breath. She flicked the light for the hall and walked down the hallway. He watched her as she walked away from him. His gut clenching in anticipation. She entered the room at the far end. He could hear her turning on the water. Edward was struck with lust. He wanted to join her in there. He wanted to grab her by the throat and slam her against the wall. Taste her fear on her lips. Feel her body try to pull away from him. He wanted to make her understand that he had all the power and she was his to do what he wanted with. He could feel himself getting aroused.
What was different between her and the other girls? He got aroused, he was a man after all, but he never encountered this. He wanted her in more ways then just sex. He wanted to own her and some part of him wanted to make her hurt. He wanted to make her feel pain. He wanted to show her that he hurt her because... because...
That was all he knew. Pain was how he lived his life. He wanted her to accept his pain and relish in it. He wanted her to want his pain. It was all about control after all. This was his pet and he wanted to make her understand to the very core. Inside his mind he was in chaos. To the outside world, he was insane. He was insane and he loved it. Sometimes his demons whispered into his ears and they told him beautifully delicious things. Other times they wouldn't shut up and it made him lose sense of himself and his control. It was a constant battle and each war left scars on his psyche that would never go away.
He needed her like the breath inside his lungs. He did not know why he needed her, he just knew that he had to have her. He would kill anyone who got in his way. She was his and that was the end of it. He wanted to embrace her and pull her inside himself. He wanted to consume every part of her and make her his creation.
Edward let out one deep breath and regained his composure. This woman was toxic to him. He couldn't think straight with her so close yet so far away. He waited til he heard her enter the shower. He exited the room, flicked the light off, and walked softly to the bathroom door. He leaned against the wall and breathed in the scent of her shampoo that was floating out into the hall. He turned his head and just listened to the water dropping onto the shower floor. He was shrouded in darkness. The only light coming from the bathroom. He dared to peer once into the room.
He could make out the shape of her body through the shower curtain. His hands clenched at his sides. It was almost too much to bare. He loved this game he was playing. He loved the anticipation and the escalating fear but this girl was proving to be too much for him. He leaned back against the wall and tried to remain calm. He smiled softly to himself. She would be his soon enough.
He walked back to her room. The bed was beside the door. Her clothes were thrown to the floor. He picked up her shirt and brought it to his nose. He could still smell her perfume on the fabric. He inhaled and let out a small groan. This was purely torture. There was a sliding door closet behind the door. Edward opened the door and stepped into the dark closet. He closed his eyes and let out one last smile.
She was his, even if she didn't know it yet.
He waited there in the dark. It was the most beautiful noise in the world when he heard the water being turned off. His eyes snapped open and he thought one last thing.
Come to me, Bella. Let me have you.
Authors note:
I'm amazed at the level of curiosity for this story. I have been away for a little while and those that know me, they know i come back in full force. I'm working on bringing more to this so stay tuned and enjoy the ride. Thanks for reading.
What's in store for Bella next?