A/N: Holy fuck you guys! That was an awesome way to start a story, I have to say! Thanks so much for letting me know you approve of crazydarkward; I know I love him to pieces.

Again, a huge thanks to Cat and Kel for being my best ladies on here, without you two I wouldn't be doing this in the first place.

Here it is, the one shot! I tidied it up a bit, but it's not TOO different.

I leaned into the mirror, trying extra hard not to poke myself in the eye with the kohl pencil gripped tightly in my fingers. The cat-eye liner I was trying to perfect kept coming out lopsided, one side truly never matching the other. I heaved a sigh, realizing how much this metaphorically symbolized my life. Nothing ever matched up quite right, everything always coming just short of perfection.

I threw the pencil in the sink with a grumble, knowing it didn't really matter anyway. No one looked at my face much anymore, not with the fantastic outfits I was constantly wearing these days. I spent all my allowance at Hot Topic, purchasing anything black or plaid or ruffled, and especially getting whatever pair of insanely high slutty heels I could get my feet into. I tousled my already teased hair before smoothing the red streak I had dyed this morning. Red was definitely my color, at least when mixed with the dark espresso brown my hair already was.

I tugged at my corset, knowing it was an exercise in futility. The damn thing would never stay up the way I wanted it to, which was probably more an issue with my lack of breasts than the construction of the garment. Rolling my eyes, I threw on my black hoodie with the safety pins holding the sides together, zipping it all the way up in hopes of sneaking my way past Charlie. He didn't look too closely these days, so it usually didn't matter.

Charlie had always been a remote parent. Once Renee had decided to run off with her wedding planner boyfriend, Charlie had retreated into himself in more ways that most people realized. I didn't mind his current parenting style, as it usually allowed me to get away with my more rambunctious plans and outfits.

I grabbed my black backpack and headed for the door, pausing only to yell that I was going to Alice's house. Hearing Charlie's answering grunt, I slammed the door behind me before sprinting through the rain for my truck. Once inside its freezing cab, I double pumped the clutch and the engine roared to life. Leaning back on my leopard covered seats, I checked that my makeup hadn't been ruined by the approximately thirteen raindrops that had actually hit my body. Everything checked out OK, so I threw the rusty death trap in gear and took off down the street.

Alice and I had your normal teen relationship: gossip, boys, rituals, boys, makeup, boys. We liked to think of ourselves as Gothic Princesses and we knew how to look the part. Alice's hair currently consisted of short black tufts with hot pink sections scattered sporadically over her head. The color changed frequently, but she always seemed to come back to pink.

"Bell, have you given any thought to what you want for Christmas this year? Don't give me that sorry old line about not wanting anything because I don't buy it."

I answered her without removing my face from in front of the laptop screen.

"Al. There's nothing physical that you could give me that I want. There's one thing I'm after, and we both know you can't give it to me. If you have to get anything at all, just get me a gift card to Hot Topic. At least you know I'll use it." I continued skimming the Google results on the screen, clicking another one of the seventy two O's before raising my eyes to hers.

"Seriously, Bell, you may want to rethink that whole idea. Especially finding someone on the internet! You never know who you're actually talking to on there. It could be fucking Mike Newton for all you know!" She cackled loudly at that and I had to join her. Imagine, Mike Newton online posing as a vampire?!

"Well what the fuck do you want me to do?" I tossed my hair in annoyance. "I tried to just sit back and wait for one to show up and that hasn't worked at all. It seems like I have to actually go out and find one and this is the only way I can think of!"

Yes, that's my Christmas wish: to become a vampire, the living dead.

I gave up on Google and clicked the tab connected to my Twitter account. I briefly looked over the tweets from the twits I was following, finding nothing worthwhile in any of it. I updated my status, posting about my desperate wish.

"All I want for Christmas is to be a princess of the night."

Clicking update, I shut the laptop screen and flopped on the bed next to my best friend.

Her face was buried in the latest tattoo magazine she had sniped from her boyfriend, Jasper. He was an up-and-coming artist in our small town of Forks and had supplied Al with the only piece of ink she was currently sporting, a small black swan placed just under her hairline on the back of her neck. Best friends forever and all that shit.

Jasper had yet to do mine, a seriously sexed up version of the lowercase "A" that he had drawn for me from scratch, to be placed in the same spot on my neck as hers. He made me promise to wait till my 18th birthday to get it, afraid of repercussions from my father being Chief of Police and all.

I smacked the magazine out of her dainty hands before taking them in my own.

"Al, this is all I want and you know how much it means to me. Imagine how awesome it would be! I would totally turn you after, if you wanted me to."

She rolled her eyes at my words, a delicate snort passing through her nose.

"As if you even have to ask, Bell. Of course I would! We could change Jasper too, and start our own coven and it would be so fucking fantastic."

I dropped her hands, knowing that if we could find a way, we would both be Gothic Princesses for real in the near future.

I was startled awake by a sinister scratching at my window, cold hands of dread squeezing my heart as I scooted back against my headboard. I reached for my phone, my fingers coming up empty as I felt around the smooth top of my nightstand. It was Christmas Eve, or it had been when I went to bed. I had no idea what time it was right now.

Charlie was working, having taken this night shift so he could be around for me tomorrow during the day. We were planning on making lasagna together for lunch after opening our few meager gifts, finishing the night by watching a movie and maybe some sports reruns. Merry fucking Christmas to you, too.

I wished he were home now, listening to the scratching continue at my window. I pulled the blankets over my head, hoping against all hope that it was just some errant tree branch moving with the wind.

The sound stopped after a moment and I peeked out from under my fortress of cotton, screaming at the top of my lungs when I saw the tall, lean form of a man standing next to my window. He began running his nails down the glass, causing a horrible screeching

sound that hurt my ears immensely.

"Isabella, I'm disappointed." His face was shrouded in shadows, his voice an eerie combination of smooth and rough, velvet and broken glass. "Frankly, I thought you would be better prepared for my arrival."

I peered at him in shock and suspicion, clutching my blankets tightly in my fists. Even with the covers drawn to my chin, I felt exposed. He took a step forward, bringing his face into the patch of moonlight streaming through my window. My eyes must have bugged out of my head at the sight.

His hair was in disarray, the color illuminated by the pale light. His skin was deathly white, his eyes a black hole burning through to my very soul. His beautiful mouth pursed in disapproval as he took in my incredulous face.

"W-Who are you?" I whispered in the dark, frightened beyond belief at this dark angel standing at the foot of my bed. His hands hung loosely at his sides, the only sign of his temperament being that his long fingers twitched minutely at my question.

"I've come to give you your every desire, to fulfill your wish."

His evasive answer gave me no further assistance with his identity and I found myself terrified at the idea of a strange man making cryptic comments in my bedroom in the middle of the night while my father was away.

This was a potentially dangerous situation.

The man perched himself gracefully on the end of my bed, his fingers playing absently with a loose thread on my comforter. My heart was beating a disjointed rhythm in my chest as I gasped for air, never quite feeling as if the oxygen was reaching my lungs. I stared into his black eyes, feeling as if they were scorching their way to my soul. It was ridiculous, but the thought of this man entering my room in the middle of the night was actually turning me on. I felt the dampness spreading in my panties and fought the urge to squirm, unsure if I really wanted him to see me reacting this way.

I watched him breathe deeply through his nose, his eyes half closing as his chest expanded. His eyes widened, locking onto mine with a fierceness that startled me.

"You really should calm down, Isabella. Your fragile heart won't be able to take what I'm going to give you in this condition. So fast…"

What the fuck?! How could he know that my heart was racing in my chest?! I needed some answers, pronto.

"Excuse me, but do you see that it could potentially be difficult for me to relax in this situation? I don't even know your name, you show up in my room in the middle of the night and make that God awful racket, and you ask me to calm down? Don't you think that's a little preposterous?"

I was out of breath from my rant, fear cold as the grave sliding up my neck and causing my hair to stand on end.

Cold as the grave.

Oh my God.

The pieces clicked into place at that moment, and the sudden joy I felt wrapped my heart in its tenuous grip. I sat up straighter, throwing my shoulders back and letting the blankets fall to my lap. My thin black chemise gave me little cover against the chill in my room but my suddenly overheating skin pushed the thought from my mind.

His eyes followed me intently, and I was sure he hadn't missed the abrupt change in my demeanor. I flicked my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck on both sides as I studied his expression. I thought I saw his eyes narrow at the movement but it happened so fast that I couldn't be sure.

"My name is Edward. I gather you've put things together for yourself, but let me explain. I was alerted to your… request by an acquaintance. We came here one night to investigate, to see for ourselves the foolish child asking for things she had no right to. I very nearly killed you that night but you would have no recollection of that." He paused, standing and moving to stand by the window with his back to me. "Your blood, Isabella. It calls to me the way no other has. I had to be restrained to keep me from taking you that instant."

My heart sped up at his admission, not from fear but from arousal. I had no time to contemplate this reaction because he continued his speech.

"I came back night after night, ever since you posted that damn tweet or whatever they're called, pulled to you inextricably by forces out of my control. I would watch you sleep, your beauty calling to me as much as your blood. I've nearly lost control with you already tonight, but it won't happen again. I have obligations to fulfill, as I told you before."

I sucked in a breath, realizing all at once that I was going to get my one Christmas wish. My brows pulled down in confusion at his earlier comments referring to desires. Did I have more than one desire? I had to admit I desired him at this moment, more even than becoming a vampire. He had to know what my body's reaction meant, seeing as he had planted the seed of that idea in the first place.

"You said 'every desire' before. I had only posted one, but you seem to think there are more. Care to elaborate?" I asked him with shaky breath, afraid he would see straight through my transparent attempt at drawing his true purpose out. I sat up a little straighter, pushing my chest out in what I hoped passed for a sexy pose.

He turned to me slowly, his finger absently rubbing his lower lip before flashing to my side with inhuman speed. His long body stretched out languorously beside mine, his fingers trailing cold patterns across my forearm before pressing in at my elbow. I saw him close his eyes, watched his lips faintly counting out my pulse before lifting my arm to his nose and inhaling deeply.

"All your desires, Isabella. You don't have to say them out loud; I know what they are and will be."

Heat flushed my body, my skin feeling as if it were erupting in flames that licked out to cover every inch of me. His cold hands were instantly on either side of my head, his body taut above me as his mouth descended over mine.

His lips were like a moving ice sculpture, hard and cold as they moved against my superheated mouth. I felt his tongue trace the corners of my mouth before he removed his lips to my neck. I was vaguely aware that I should be concerned about this, knowing this was the preferred site of venom injection for most vampires, but couldn't find it in me to care. I knew this stuff; I had done a lot of research. His teeth scraped against my skin, followed by his frozen tongue and I heard him groan, the sound muffled by my flesh.

I wove my fingers into his hair, tugging impatiently as I guided his head to my collarbone. He worked his way slowly, languidly across my shoulders, nipping and licking here and there. He moved one hand to my breast, his cold fingers instantly hardening my nipple as he grasped me with just the right amount of pressure, massaging my breast with more skill than any of the idiots I had fooled around with in the past.

I felt his knee pushing between my thighs, nudging them apart before he scooted back and knelt between them. He dragged his hands down my stomach to my thighs, his fingertips leaving trails of ice and fire over my skin as he finally pushed my knees apart.

I let my legs fall to the sides, desire overwhelming my body at this point. I could feel the aching of my sex, the throbbing that begged for release as my arousal heightened.

Edward leaned in and blew an arctic breath across my blazing flesh, causing me to moan out his name and fist my hands in the sheets. His tongue flicked out, grazing my throbbing bundle of nerves once, twice, three times before he flattened it and dragged it firmly against my clit. My back arched instinctually, my head thrown back at the assault of sensations. The mixture of hot and cold, fire and ice was wreaking havoc on my nerves.

I felt him press one fingertip against my entrance, teasing as he slid it up and down, up and down, causing tears of want to drip from my eyes as I begged him to enter me. I was rewarded by two long fingers pumping into me as he sucked my clit into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and stroking it with his tongue. I instantly bucked my hips to him, overwhelmed by the orgasm shattering me into a thousand pieces, the ecstasy forcing all thoughts from my mind as I focused only on the sensations this man created within me.

I opened my eyes after a moment, seeing Edward standing before me completely nude, his clothing in scraps around my bed and on the floor. His dick was long, thick, and ridiculously hard, looking every bit as if it would cause some serious damage when it came near me. I swallowed nervously, knowing I was in for some pain but pushing that thought aside as I worked to steady my breathing. I met his eyes as he crawled onto the bed, making his way up along my body until I could feel the tip of his cock pressed against my slit. He pulled his head back to look at me.

"You know this may hurt, but I'll do my best to make that go away. I'll go slowly at first, but I can't guarantee that I can keep that pace, and you'll probably thank me for that afterwards." I noticed that I was suddenly completely naked, my nightie laying in scraps around us on the sheets.

I nodded silently, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he arranged himself to penetrate me. He slung one of my legs over his hip and I moved the other one into the same position as he began pressing against my entrance. I felt myself being spread wide, his cold length pressing in on me, stretching me to the max. I felt a tearing heat as he moved further into me, causing me to gasp and claw at his granite skin. He continued his motions as I constantly thought he had no where left to go and was proven wrong as he finally thrust himself fully inside me, filling me to overflowing.

I wriggled around, trying to grow accustomed to the fullness and the discomfort. Edward turned to press a kiss to my temple, questioning me with his gaze and an arched eyebrow. My answer was to buck my hips at him, grinding myself on his shaft as I clenched and unclenched my pelvic muscles around him.

Edward propped himself up on his hands, drawing his dick almost completely out of me before pushing slowly back in, that same feeling of fullness returning to my belly as he sheathed himself completely.

"Ready?" He asked, his gaze fixed on mine. I took a deep breath, knowing there was really no way for me to actually be ready, being that I was about to have sex for the first time and with a vampire, no less.

"Yes." I whispered.

He pulled out faster before slamming back into me, stars obliterating my vision with each hard thrust. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, holding on for dear life with my arms clamped around his chest. I peppered his skin with kisses wherever I could reach, my eyes rolling back in my head at the sensations building within me.

Surely no mortal man could invoke these feelings so easily.

I felt that familiar coil building inside me, the tightness of my muscles as they each clenched in preparation for what was sure to be my second mind-blowing orgasm of the night. Before I knew what was happening, I was in Edward's lap, pressed against the shaking headboard of my bed. His thrusts hit a new spot deep inside me and I exploded into pleasure, waves contracting repeatedly through me as I cried out. I felt Edward's frantic pumping as he groaned into my neck, his arms wrapped so tightly around me that I could barely breathe. I could feel him twitching inside me, felt the coolness as he spurted within me. Our frenzied motions had knocked my alarm clock to the floor, switching it on. The quiet strains of a familiar song drifted to my consciousness, the sound eerily hushed after the loud noise of our sex.

Silent night, holy night…

Edward kept his tight grasp on me as he slowed, his lips moving over my neck as we both descended from the high of our climaxes. I moaned in pleasure at the feeling, amazed that I was hungry for more from him.

All is calm, all is bright…

"I said all of your desires, Isabella. Your final wish…"

I saw his mouth stretch, his sparkling teeth spreading wide before he buried his face in my neck. The pain seared through me, feeling like a thousand tongues of fire licking from my neck through every vein to every point in my body. I screamed in protest, my arms flailing uselessly as he continued his assault on my neck. I faintly realized that this was what I had wanted, my final Christmas wish. How fitting then that the last thing I remember hearing is the quiet strains of "Silent Night" coming from my old radio alarm clock, the sounds finally breaking through as Edward clapped a hand over my mouth and the room faded to darkness.

Sleep in heavenly peace…

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