Since the first time I read first drafts of Midnight Sun, I got the following impression of Edward. A pervert that invades Bella's room supposedly to see her sleeping. However what would happen if he wasn't content on just watching her sleep and if he took a dangerous step in the direction he is so afraid of? Then I wondered how it would be excruciating for him to have her so close and so vulnerable (if it is possible to be more vulnerable than being in love with a vampire). Besides that, I'm a CSI fan, and saw an episode that I can't remember very well, but had a pedophile who kidnapped a little girl and killed her unintentionally. And as a good ficwriter, I could never miss the opportunity to mess with the feelings of this character that has become my newest obsession! (poor Edward Cullen ... u.u)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and unfortunately I do not own Edward as well. u.รน

Sexual predator - Chapter 1

Again, I saw myself climbing the wall to Bella's room. Again, mentally kicking myself for being what I am. A monster. A monster with an unhealthy obsession with a fragile human.

All these thoughts disappeared into thin air as soon as I saw her sleeping; the sheets that should be covering her thin skin, lying on the floor. Her messy hair spreading around the pillow. I could not contain the smile that sprang easily to my lips while having this vision. I took a deep breath, letting the thirst pass through me, overwhelming like an earthquake, making my mouth fill with water and poison. I needed to get used to it. I had to get used.

I walked up to my usual position, sitting in a corner of the room in Bella's rocking chair, and joined the tips of my fingers. Bella moved uncomfortably in her sleep and I smiled with the expectation of hearing again her sleep talking. There was nothing interesting, just disconnected mumbles. I don't know what captivates me most in this girl, her ravishing scent, or the silence of her mind ... Everything about Bella was amazingly fascinating.

I noticed she was cold. A cold breeze entered through the window that I left open, so I quickly closed it, but she was still shaking. I hesitated, wondering if I should get closer and cover her with the fallen covers or not. I resolved to test my resistance beyond my luck.

I walked the distance to the bed calmly, fearing that even the slightest noise would wake her up and cause her to scream in fear. I got her covers between my fingers. They were impregnated with her scent. I raised the tissue to my nose, and buried my face on it for a few moments. I shook with the burning feeling in my throat. So delicious ... So beautiful ... So fragile...

I laid my eyes on Bella. She was lying belly up with her right hand near the face, the left just below her breasts. Her blouse was slightly raised, and I could see the skin of her belly rising and falling slightly with her breath. I felt the urge to touch her. See for myself the texture of her warm skin. Still holding her blanket, I kneeled down beside her. I should not have pushed my luck, but something stronger than me made my hand touch gently her face.

First with the tips of my fingers. I felt a tingling throb in my skin, a shocking heat passing through me in angry waves. Well, I was going to hell anyway, I would only complete the job. I took a strand of hair from her face, tilting me a little more close. She exhaled once, her breathing lashing my face. His lips were ajar, so inviting... I was fully convinced that I had tested my luck enough for a night, and was raising myself when she muttered my name. I was asking too much of my self. I slid my hand up to the hollow of her neck. The pulse of her blood inviting me appealingly. Seeming aware of my presence, her face turned a little more in my direction, and their lips were dangerously close to mine. So dangerously, that in a blaze of recklessness, I kissed her. Indeed, it was more a gentle touch on her lips, but it was enough for an electric current pass overwhelmingly throughout my body. I felt that my human instincts, long dormant, awoke in a non chivalrous way. Even so, I couldn't move from my position.

I mentally kicked myself to be doing this, but at the same time I was eager for more. I slid my fingers a few centimeters, stopping just below the clavicle. Her lips were contracted in a mild smile, which only served to me to be more reckless. I lead my touch to the junction of her breasts and then she shook in cold again. I decided that I had already gone too far for my own good. Carefully I put the sheets over her and sat in the rocking chair once more.

Part of me wanted to scream out of happiness, but another part was extremely upset with my recklessness. Upset was not the correct word ... I was more than angry ... No, this word isn't strong enough. In short, I was fuming of anger because of my imprudence, and once again kicked myself mentally for that slide. The overwhelming electricity was still passing through my body in waves, which only increased with each hour I spent in Bella's room. And once again, too soon, the sun began to rise. I wanted to touch her again to say goodbye, but decided that I would not test my luck further. I gave her one last glance, and smiled when she smiled, totally unrelated to my presence...

End Chapter 1

So what you guys thought of that? Really light, nothing that he hasn't done in the books, but I'm mean, I'm evil, and I'm bad, and I'm gonna make him suffer even more in the future, but don't worry! I'll consider Edward's so called gallant side while writing, he'll do nothing to bitterly regret in the future.

Betaread by: Harry Sneal! =)