Authors note:
This chapter is a bit sensitive in its content. This is a M rating fanfic and its intended for mature audiences. Though i believe that everyone who has gotten this far knows that by now, lol. I still feel its best to say that you read further at your own risk. Things are going to get darker and more messed up from here on out.
With that said, i also wanted to address something someone said to me in a review. There are main characters directly from Twilight that i use. Some others such as Detective Cain, etc. are also based off of characters from the original books. I Just felt like in a modern day story that those names were a little out dated. You can assume characters as you wish. Though their personality traits might be a little different.
Thanks for reading and stay tuned :D
Nov 27
4:06 A.M.
Edward looked at her body lying on the slim mattress. Her hair cascaded around her slim face. He could still feel her pressed up against him. When he had snaked his hand around her throat her body had reacted to him. He could smell her fear as she tried to get away from him. Bella was a small framed woman, she had no chance. He held her close. His hand tight around her throat. She had thrashed wildly as they all did. Eventually she weakened and he held her up in his arms. He had caused her to pass out by lack of oxygen.
Edward had then laid her on her bed. He took the towel slowly away from her body. When she was thrashing around she had held firm to the flimsy cloth. He remained calm as her nude body was presented before him. He opened her dresser and found a tank top and a pair of shorts. He dressed her tenderly. His hands lingering on her skin as long as he dared. When she was dressed he picked her up in his arms. In some ironic way, he looked like a hero holding a damsel in his arms. It would make great cover art for some fantasy story. This was however as far from the truth as it could get. Edward was no hero.
He then exited her house with her body pressed close against him. He checked the streets for any sign of activity. They were all alone. He took her to his car and slid her into the back seat. He got into the driver side and started the car. He drove slowly out onto the street and headed for home. His mind was a mess of activity. He had her! She was his! It was almost too much to think about the possibilities that were now possible. Once he found his victim they never were seen again. He didn't know what exactly he had planned for her. He only knew for sure that he wanted her in a way that he had never wanted anyone before. The girls before had been just play things. They had meant little to nothing to him. His voices in his head had whispered to him and he had obeyed. They demanded satisfaction. Edward wasn't sure he wanted them to have this one.
He glanced into his rear view mirror and had to resist the urge to pull over and touch her. He wanted desperately to feel her skin, to kiss her skin, to taste her skin. He shook his head and cleared the thought away. He had more than enough time to do all those things. He had forever to play with her. She was never going to escape him now.
Edward pulled into his driveway and parked the car. He pulled Bella into his arms and went to his front door. He unlocked it and stepped inside. Bella was still against him. Her breath coming out smooth and slow. He locked the door behind him with one hand. He walked across the foyer and into the back room. This was his office. It was a facade for anyone who dared enter his home. Thought that had never happened before. He went to the book case and slipped the lever on the side. He grabbed the edges and pulled. The wooden case opened and he stepped down into the darkness.
He flicked on the bright fluorescent lights. His playroom was awash in light. His cutting table was off to the left. His tools were hidden in the work station beside it. To the right was his personal play area. A cube like structure that branched off from the operating table. It held a thin mattress as well as other small things. This was where he brought his most favorite pets. He laid Bella softly down on the bed and covered her with the red blanket he kept down there. It got cold down here underneath the dirt. He clasped her ankle inside the cuff that was chained to the wall. She was going no where.
Edward sat beside her. He trailed his fingers across her face and down the contours of her neck. The sight of her pulse throbbing made his body temperature rise. When he put his fingers on her artery it was enough to provoke a small moan from his lips. He traveled down her neck to her chest. His hands lightly trailed over her chest and down her navel. His hands stopped at the hem of her shorts. He dared not go any further. He did not want to do something he later regretted. His demons were screaming at him. They wanted things that Edward did not want to do, not just yet anyway.
Hurt her. Kill her.
Rip the skin from her bones.
Taste her flesh. Taste her sweat.
Rip her clothes off.
Open her legs. Take. Her.
Edward stumbled back from the bed. His breaths coming out harsh and fast to his ears. He took his eyes away from her. He had too. If he dared keep his eyes on her he would lose control. He stood up and put his back to her. His hands went to his hair and he pulled, trying to escape from his thoughts. By putting pain into another part of his body he was able to push his thoughts away. When he calmed his thoughts he let out a sigh. Sometimes it was so hard to remain in control. Especially when it concerned something so precious like Bella.
When Edward was younger he had no interest in woman. They were just like everyone else, useless. His mother was a woman and he hated her. He did not have a discrepancy between men and women. They were all the same to him. Women were just more, interesting. He had tried with a man once. He had encountered a truck driver on his way across the states. He was a small hairy man with a name that didn't matter. Edward had struck him across the face and had taken him to his hotel room. The effects were not the same. The power thrill was there, but the full effects were diminished. He was not attracted to men in the slightest. The way they begged made him sick. When they cried it made him sicker. Women were the perfect creations for his needs.
His first interest had occurred when he was just shy of fifteen. There was a girl from his neighborhood that had caught his eye. A small innocent girl they called Rose. Her hair was a beautiful shade of blonde. She had not judged Edward as the rest of the kids had. She used to say hello to him every time she seen him. He had never encountered a girl like that. She did not care what he said, or the clothes he wore. She was innocent in all the ways of the world. Edward wanted her.
He managed to persuade her to take a walk with him. He took her into the woods that were on the outskirts of his home town. Once there he started his game. He had grabbed her. She was only eleven at the time. He had put his small hands around her throat and kissed her. She had thrashed around and tried to get away from him. It had made him angry. He had slapped her across the face. Rose had lifted one hand to her reddening face. A look of surprise across her face. Edward could feel himself getting aroused.
Rose had tried to run from him. He had given her a ten second head start before he chased her down. He body slammed her into the grass. She had tried to scream, so he put one hand over her mouth. His other hand he slid into the waistband of her waistband and he pulled the pants down. Her underwear had little pink roses on them. She continued to thrash and wiggle underneath him. He pulled her underwear down to reveal what was underneath. He had never seen a girls body before. He knew enough by the videos he found off the internet to know what to do. He pulled everything off and unbuttoned his jeans.
His erection sprung forward as he positioned himself between her legs. He thrust forward into the small crevice until he found an opening. He could feel the tears from the girl run down onto his hand as he held her down. He pushed harder until he entered her. The sweet wet nothing brought forward bliss which he had never known. His hips were now pressed directly onto hers. He slid himself out and pushed forward, again and again. When he could feel a direct pressure in his groin, his hand slid from her mouth. Rose cried openly underneath him. He thrust himself harder and faster into her. He could feel something coming. Rose was making too much noise.
Edward took both his hands and clamped them around her throat. He squeezed hard as his orgasm was coming forward. He watched Rose as the life was slowly draining from her eyes. At that delicious sight, he erupted inside her. His buttocks clenched as the sensation was flowing through his body. He collapsed forward onto the girls lifeless body. He lay there for some time just running his hands through her hair. When at last he climbed off of her, her body was cold. He pulled his pants up and went on home.
That first altercation had led to many altercations. He had a thirst for blood as well as a thirst for women. He killed men if there was a insatiable need but he preferred women. They allowed him to fulfill his blood lust as well as his sexual lust if that was present. He did not rape all the girls, only those that were special to him. Women revolted him just as much as any person. Edward hated every creature on this planet. Yet sometimes, his disgust was quieted by his other needs. Edward was a man of needs.
Edward snapped back to the present. He turned back to Bella and watched her as her breaths became uneven. She was about to wake up. He went over to the entry door and snapped the lights off. He did not want her to see his face just yet. He turned the high power lamp for his procedures on. He made sure the light was pointed directly towards her. The shadows would hide his face. He dragged a stool over to the play room and sat in front of the light. He waited for her to wake.
When her arm started to twitch, he knew she was close. She cried out a little as she became aware of her surroundings. His pulse was rising with anticipation. He waited for her to fully become awake before he spoke. He wanted to hear the hysteria that was sure to come.
Bella leaned up from the mattress and put her hand to her throat. Edward could see the marks he had left. That was also a pleasant thing to see. She shook her head as if trying to clear a bad dream. Didn't she know that this nightmare was real? When she tried to move her leg and she caught herself with the chain, he could sense her fear. Her hands went to the clasp and she cried out as she found what held her. Edward leaned forward and waited.
Bella lifted a hand to shield herself from the bright light.
"Hello? Where am I? Is anyone there?" she said timidly. He enjoyed the high pitch to her voice. He could tell she hoped that this was all a bad dream. That in one second or more she would wake up in her bedroom, safe. He was happy to disappoint her.
"Please, I don't know what you want." she said again.
Her vision was coming back to her and he knew she could see his sinister shape. He leaned back and crossed his legs.
"I have what I want." he said softly.
She cried out at the sound of his voice. She had desperately believed that this was some hallucination on her part.
"Please, I don't know what you mean." she cried.
"You will soon enough." he replied.
"What have I done? Why do I deserve this?" she asked.
"Your asking all the wrong questions." he said wickedly.
"What do you plan on doing to me?" she stammered. Her voice was high and thick with emotion. She was bordering on hysteria.
"Whatever that I want. Your in my world now. There is no rhyme or reason here. Simply only what is." he said to her.
Bella started to cry heavily. Edward took that as his time for departure. He wanted her to think down here in the dark. He wanted her to collapse with fear until the fear ate her alive. Until she no longer thought as she once had. Until her old self was stripped away and the person she was meant to be came forth. And then, just maybe, he would see what she could become. Maybe, just maybe, she would be like him.