5
An hour later, Edward was sitting on the floor, leaning against his locked bedroom door, continuing his explanation."And then, yes, I admit, I did lose control of myself and…touched you inappropriately." Edward closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, "I swear I really for a moment thought I was touching you…like in a dream. The truth is, it is hard for me, having you in Emmett's body but…I don't give a DAMN what you look like or whose body you're in. I love you. And if it means that I'm gay for touching you or kissing you while you're in a man's body, then, fine, I'm gay and I'm proud."
Turning to his side, Edward rested his face against the door, a slight whimper coming out of his throat as he winced, hating it that she wouldn't talk to him.
"Please, Bella…I need you." He whispered, his fingers stroking the wood of the door separating them.
The door cracked open and a large muscular arm swooped out, grabbing Edward by the hair as his eyes went round in hand dragged him inside, and the door slammed closed again hard.
A second later, Edward screamed, the lights went out, and Rosalie heard clothes ripping. She grinned wide, raising the volume of her music channel, drowning out the screams of help Edward was making.
"Rosalie!!" he screamed from upstairs as Rosalie pretended to yawn and dialed her cell phone.
"Bella, please !" Edward begged from the shut room, "Wait !! Oh GOD !!"
"Hi Tanya." Rosalie smiled, giggling.
"ROSALIE PLEASE!!" Edward hollered, sounding more desperate now, "I'm your BROTHER !!"
"Oh my God, it's so great!" Rosalie laughed, "Bella is in Emmett's body now and like you said, his sex drive is still strong as ever. Yea, the vampire lust just kicked in. Bella has no experience handling it, she's out of control, like a newborn. She is attacking Edward right now, everyone else is out of the house, and I get to just kick back…and listen."
Tanya was talking and Rosalie laughed harder, saying, "He's screaming like a little girl, calling ME for help, of all fucking people. In hell I'd help him after what he just said to me. I hope he gets ASS RAPED all night long."
"I know." Rosalie replied, "And Bella has Emmett's strength now, and that's stronger than Edward is, so he can't get away."
"NOOOOOO !!!!" Edward cried out in agony, gasping for breath as Rosalie laid back and said, "So tell me all about your new mortal. I have all night to shoot the breeze."
Bella slept for the last couple of hours…at last ! Edward was afraid to move for a long time, watching Emmett's peaceful face for any hint of movement. No, he would stay still. He had to stay still. If she woke up, it would happen all over again. Edward cursed himself for forgetting poor Bella trapped in Emmett's raging hormonal body. It was like thirsting for blood for a newborn, only in her case, the thirst was for sex.
Edward closed his eyes, trying to mentally bleach out the last ten hours. He would never speak of it again, Bella would never speak of it again, if he could help it. His whole body was throbbing in pain as he kept trying to erase his memories. Thank God it was dark in here, although he could still see every detail of the room and Emmett beside him.
He thought of Jacob having pictures of tonight in his computer and cringed.
It was 5:30 am, Edward saw the clock at his side and closed his eyes. He had Jasper go to Jacob's place and clean out the hard drive so at least that was taken care of. He wanted to rise out of the bed and get dressed but he was truly afraid to move an inch.
I've never seen Bella like that before, an animal, with vampire strength, stronger than me. She was so rough with me, she didn't even hear me beg for mercy.
Fucking Rosalie…she heard me calling and just ignored me…or listened, enjoying herself. Bitch.
He rolled to his side, hearing Emmett's snoring. He tried to listen for Carlisle's thoughts but he didn't hear him. Damn. He was probably working at the hospital again. Edward realized his job as a doctor came first but he needed Carlisle to figure this out already. For all their sakes. He didn't know if he could stand another night like this.
Suddenly, Emmett woke up and lunged at Edward, grabbing him by the throat as he winced, giving a little whimper of pain.
"Where were you going?" Emmett's voice asked possessively, his eyes hotly roaming over Edward's frightened face.
"Nowhere." Edward breathed.
"That's right." He groaned, still keeping his large hand around Edward's neck, "You're my good little doggie, aren't you?"
Only for Bella would he not fight back. He knew deep inside Bella was there and she would be so upset if Edward rejected her now, even in this frenzy she was trapped in. He swore to be patient with her while she went through this horrible period.
"Yes." Edward clenched his eyes shut, resisting the urge to grab hold of her hands.
"Bark for me again." She giggled.
Who knew Bella had this kinky side? Edward promised when this was all over, he'd have to investigate this further.
Shoving aside his dignity, he barked as masculine as he could, a shudder going through him as she laughed. This seemed to amuse her.
"Lick me." She said again and Edward quickly gave her little puppy licks on her face, as she taught him earlier, but he still kept his eyes closed, for his own sanity.
"Good boy." She replied, "I love my puppy."
"Love you too." Edward breathed back, praying to God she'd get tired and fall asleep soon.
"Come here." She yanked him like a rag doll, pulling his naked body from under the blankets, throwing him down hard on the bed on all fours. He let out a hard "UGH!" sound as he landed there, his eyes darting around in vein for any sign of his sweet, normal Bella. She was not anywhere in sight.
"Stay." She commanded, getting up and going around behind him where he didn't dare to look. He didn't move, he already saw what happened when he disobeyed her. It was hellish, he wouldn't go there again.
For what seemed like an eternity, she was moving around behind him. Then, he felt a leather strap curl around his neck and pull closed with a hard jerk, a buckle fastened behind his neck.
"Bella…" he began to beg again but she got angry once more.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" she shouted, tightening the collar around his neck.
"GODDESS ! Goddess !!" he remembered what she told him to call her.
"Yes ?" she asked sweetly, her fingers running down his spine, moving lightly over his ass cheeks, tickling him a little.
"What are you doing, Goddess?" he wondered aloud, making sure to use her title to soothe her a little.
"That's my business." She gave his ass a light slap, making him jump.
"Yes Goddess." He replied respectfully. He read about this in the medical book about Xantharia. A mortal being inside a vampire suddenly would inherit some of his or her drives, like Emmett's kinky sex drive. And, since while she was a human she longed most of all for sex with Edward, being inside Emmett now, with this vampire strength, and the drug running through her veins, it was too much for her to resist. It wasn't her fault, Edward knew that. The important thing was, for him to keep her calm so she wouldn't get violent next. The thirst for blood was pushed back while she was going through this sexually heated period, so he would have to keep her calm. He had played along all night and he would keep doing so, hoping Alice or Jasper or Carlisle would come save him soon. So far, no one else was home except himself, Bella, and Rosalie.
"Alright you killer, tell me how many people you've killed." Emmett's voice came out hard now, tearing Edward's heart in half.
"What?" Edward asked, unaware that Bella had thought him a killer and now was saying so out loud.
"How many ?" her voice asked harshly.
"Uhhh…" Edward thought and answered, "Fifty-Eight."
"You dirty murderer." She said, and Edward stared down at the pillow beneath his face. He wanted to cry…Bella was calling him a murderer. A little sob choked in his throat as she said, "58 whacks. Are you ready, puppy?"
"Yes Goddess." He whimpered, hating that she thought this about him. He knew he was a killer, but Bella had said it didn't matter to her, and that his past was gone. He knew he'd never be able to be good in her eyes, and this proved it. His heart was broken as she slammed a long wooden paddle hard against his naked ass cheeks.
"RRRRRRRRR!!!!" Edward's eyes rounded again in shock
"What do you say?" Emmett's voice boomed above him as his mind went into overdrive, wondering what her words meant to their relationship and if things could ever be the same between them again.
"Thank you Goddess." Edward's voice was weak and quietly sad.
Edward wanted to die. He kept thinking of Bella's eyes, her lips, her smile. She thought him a murderer, a dirty murderer at that. He wished the tears would come.
Suddenly, Edward heard Alice's voice coming into the house. He wanted to call to her to help him but he didn't want to reject Bella.
It's alright, though, she was coming up the stairs fast, coming right into his room, breaking the lock as she shoved the door open.
Even in this horrid situation, Edward was glad to see someone else. Alice looked at them and her mouth fell open.
"Hi Alice !" Edward went to get up but was quickly shoved down again by Emmett's boulder arms, back into his position.
"Who told YOU to move ?!" Emmett's voice shrieked.
Edward looked at Alice and mouthed the words HELP ME but he said out loud to Bella, "No one Goddess."
"Uhhh…." Alice looked confused but spoke to Edward anyway.
Another hard whack to the ass…Edward's eyes clenched harder, groaning, "Thank you Goddess."
"I was just coming to tell you…" Alice said while watching the scene.
WHACK.
"Thank you Goddess."
"Edward…" Alice said louder, "Bella is downstairs."
WHACK.
"Thank you---" Edward began but then turned to Alice, asking, "WHAT?"
"Bella moved into another body." Alice informed, "A few minutes ago."
Edward's body tensed and both he and Alice slowly turned, looking into Emmett's eyes as he held the wooden paddle. Edward's glare was particularly psychotic as Emmett grinned and said, "Busted."
He ran for his life, dropping the paddle as Edward leapt to his feet, grabbing it and charging after his brother, hungry for blood, screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs.