Ch 5: Why Good Girls Go Bad
Kallie arrived at out house early the next day, totally undaunted by my actions the night before. I had to smile slightly as she set the bright pink paint next to Emmett's jeep. I watched her set up the airbrushing tool. Apparently she knew what she was doing.
I knew when Emmett realized she was here because I felt his dismay. He came running out and looked ready to cry. If he had been able to he might have. I heard Kallie laugh, "Go away Emm, if you hover I'll make sure it's even worse." Emmett slunk off, but I knew he'd try to hover unless I got him out of there. Annoyed I walked into his room, where he lay pouting, and offered him a small grin.
"Truce brother?" I asked, leaning against his door frame.
He looked at me and nodded. He flipped himself onto his back and looked at me, I could feel his curiosity burning in his chest.
"Just ask me." I said and he laughed.
"What started the kiss last night? I could hear her heartbeat speed up so I assumed the worst, I came running, I didn't realize you were kissing her until I got there."
I laughed, "Do you really want to know brother?" At his nod I answered slowly, "I'm not really sure if I'm supposed to tell you this, but you'll probably find out eventually." Now he was really curious, he sat up straight and looked me full in the face. "Her ex, from like 30 years ago, Leon abused her. He had been cheating and when she told him to stop he… took a switchblade to a tattoo she had." I felt his rising anger and smiled bitterly, "Just wait, it gets worse." I could feel his disbelief. "She went to sleep on me, I carried her to bed, cleaned up, and as I was about to leave she started screaming. Apparently she had a nightmare about him." He nodded, it was understandable after all. "So she told me about Leon, and I asked to see the scar. She turned her back and removed her shirt. Then took off her ring so I could see the scars." I closed my eyes and could see it in my head, and I felt Edward looking into my mind too, I could sense his anger rising. "The tattoo WAS a dragon. It's climbing from her right hip to her left shoulder and over the top. It's got it' mouth on her left breast, the front claws on her neck and shoulder, then it's body winds down her back, the back legs are at about her waist and the tail curls onto her right hip, I couldn't see the end of it, not the head very well." Edward had arrived, scowling, to lean against the other side of the door jam.
"I was understandably angry. She put her ring back on and as she was turning to get her pjs on I saw a bit of another tattoo. Apparently she had it done after Leon cut her up. It's a protection charm. I asked to see it so she went to put her pjs on and then she showed me. It's also a dragon." I traced along my own right hip where it was on her, remembering tracing my hand across her tattoo, Edward growled at me, I smirked.
"Well she showed me and… I decided that if you could handle kissing her so could I. And she… gods she smells wonderful doesn't she." Edward snarled at us as Emmett laughed and nodded, "I couldn't help myself." But then I glared at my brother, "And it would have been just FINE had you not tried to pull me off her. She only bit her lip when she stumbled because of YOU." My bottled up anger flashed through my mind as I snarled that at him. And to be fair he DID look as ashamed as he felt.
But Edward freaked. "She WHAT!" He growled at us, his eyes wide.
"Bit her lip," I said softly, "while we were kissing, and… I tasted it… and got a tad carried away."
Emmett snorted. "I had to hit him full over the head with both my hands to knock him off her," he said calmly, "but she was fine, he didn't bite her. And once he was off her he calmed down and realized what he'd done." He sighed and looked at Edward, "Don't blame him, man, I WAS my fault, he's right."
"Besides," I said quickly, to avoid Edward's wrath, "What about this Leon?"
Edward grinned a very unpleasant grin, his anger toward me refocusing on this poor bastard. "Oh I have a few ideas."
So the three of us spent the day finding this Leon. Kallie had forbade her brother's from taking vengeance, but they were happy to tell us his full name and social security number. With those two things we found him easy enough. And they told us something Kallie had left out, he'd tied her down and then cut her. Apparently he'd raped her a few times to boot. Once we heard that we decided the scum bag didn't deserve to live, and for once our "Father" agreed completely.
We returned late that night, it was close to dawn when we did, but Leon Wright had been found, gutted, and left for dead in the middle of a forest in the Eastern US. It had been a very productive day, and we all felt much better about the whole Kallie situation.
It was only as we arrived at the house that Emmett's apprehension returned. Together we all went out to the garage. Emmett's jeep was a bright pink, as promised, and in fact had bright yellow swirls on it and equally bright purple polka dots. Along with a little note in Kallie's hand. "I worked hard on this hun, so no repainting it for at least six months. Or I'll be very upset, and I'll do something much, MUCH worse to it." It was not signed, but she had kissed the paper, leaving a lipstick mark in a golden brown color. Emmett groaned, he was completely devastated, but he also felt a little appreciation. She HAD done a very good job of it, the paint job, for all its flamboyance, looked professionally done.
The next day was her first rotation at the hospital so Kallie had already gone to bed. But Emmett and I went to check on her, together this time. We'd come to a kind of truce, we'd woo her as best we could and let the cards fall where they may, but we didn't like the idea of the other with her. We stood together in the tree by her window. She was sprawled on the bed, her copper hair wet and glittering in the moonlight. She'd kicked her coveres off her body and we were both able to enjoy the sight of her in a pair of underwear like the morning before, but green this time, and a green shirt that said in black script "Vampires make the best Lovers."
Humans would think her obsessed but we understood her little joke, and we both smiled at the thought of proving to her how right she was. And while it bothered me that Emmett was feeling the same lust for her as I was I held myself in check. She'd be mine because she wanted to be, and I wouldn't have to break Esme's heart by killing my brother for her. Besides, I thought, smiling to myself, she'd hate me if I did something like that.
We watched her until the sun rose, it would be a bright day today, and then we continued to watch until her alarm began to buzz. As she shifted to turn it off we ran.
Two months passed like that. Kallie working, Edward and Bella going to classes, Emmett and I trying to woo Kallie, Edward trying to thwart us at every turn, Mika and Korum wooing Rose and Alice. It was… fun, easy, and for the first time in a long while we were all happy.
Kallie reached our house just as the sun was setting. I heard her car as it pulled into the drive. I met her, as did the rest of my family, in the living room. She looked exquisite. She wore skin tight black leather pants that were slung low on her waist, exposing her tattoo. The gold and green corset she wore had no shoulder straps, and made her breasts look amazing. She even wore black shit-kicker boots. Her hair was up in a pair of pigtails. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, even Edward had to stare at her in awe, I even felt a tiny thrill of lust from him.
She grinned playfully, "So where does a girl go to party here? I want to go play with some locals."
Alice, Bella and Rose came down the stairs, all of them dressed for a night on the town. "We're going to Seattle," Rose said firmly, smiling brightly at us. "If you want to come be dressed and ready in ten minutes." Emmett, Edward, Mika, Korum and I ran to do as we were told.
I didn't have time to try to deal with my hair, so I just left it. It was usually just perfect as it was anyway, my blonde curls falling into my face a little. I shrugged into a pair of black jeans and a silver-gray sleeveless t-shirt. On top of that I tossed my black leather jacket.
I met the rest of my family downstairs, Emmett had gone for a bad ass look to match Kallie's. He wore leather pants to match hers, and a dark green button down that he had not bothered to button, showing off his perfect abs, I scowled as Kallie's eyes lingered on his exposed body, her lust as plain to me as the slight smirk on Emmett's shit eating face.
We all went into the garage, splitting up into cars, but I stroked my motorcycle's seat gently and decided I'd take it for a spin. Kallie was watching me, eyes wide, her slight fear enough to make me grin and toss her my helmet. "Want to ride with me?" She began to shake her head no, then bit her lip and nodded. I took my jacket off and slid it onto her, zipping it up, she'd need it.
I watched as Emmett scowled and jumped on his own bike. As Kallie slid herself onto the back of my bike and wrapped her arms around my waist my mind went blank for a moment. The heat of her overwhelmed me, from having not been near her all day long.
I met Emmett's eyes and grinned as our bikes roared to life. "Race you," He said, smirking. "Winner gets to bring Kallie home." And then he was gone. As Kallie probably couldn't hear us over the roar of the bikes I laughed, "You're ON!" and tore after him, Kallie's joy-filled yelp making me laugh harder.
We pushed 150 the entire way there and made it in just under an hour. Emmett won by an entire half a second. It was really all because of Kallie that we lost. I had needed to focus on the road and it was impossible to focus with her pressed against me like she was, her scent surrounding me.
The club Alice had chosen was not nearly as packed as I was afraid it would be. And as long as Kallie was near by I guessed that her body would hold my attention enough to ensure the safety of the humans in the club.
I had not counted on Kallie being so beautiful and attracting such a crowd of admirers. The instant she shimmied her self out onto the dance floor she had an audience. Korum just laughed, "She loves this. She's addicted to the freedom of it, to the feelings she gets when she dances."
And I could understand why. She was feeling powerful, sexy, in control, and she loved it. Was this how she felt all the time when she danced, I wondered, she had been she same way a few weeks ago.
When a stranger was bold enough to begin to dance with her I fought the urge to rip his throat out. He had placed his hands on her hips and she had not minded, but as his hands wandered she slid away from him and into another man's waiting arms. I felt a little better when she kept this up. If a man got too grabby he was left hanging.
And then I decided I'd had enough. I walked out onto the dance floor and slid between her and her dance partner, gently shoving him out of the way. I pressed my hips to her backside, placing my hands on her hips. But my fingers did not stay on her hips, not for long. With her hot body pressed into mine I could not help but allow my hands to wander, but she did not mind. Instead as my hands climbed up her side she spun in my arms and pressed her chest to mine, smiling up at me.
One small hand came to rest on my chest and the other she placed on my upper arm, gripping it lightly. My left hand settled on her ass, it was firm and rounded in my hands, my right settled on the small of her back. I dipped her backward, lifted her part way and then dipped her again. Our hips stayed in contact though, and I could feel the heat of her through her pants and my jeans, and it drove me mad.
I dipped her, ground her against me, trailed my hands about her body in a way I would NEVER have done had I been thinking clearly. But I wanted every man in the room, including my brother, to see her as MINE.
But before long I felt a large hand settle onto my shoulder, Emmett. "May I cut in," He growled, not quite asking. He gently pulled her from my arms and as she went willingly enough I had to allow it. They danced like she and I had danced, but Emmett decided to one up me apparently, or he was less of a gentleman, perhaps both. Because he let his lips brush against her cheek, then her jaw, then her throat, at every opportunity.
But she pulled herself from his grasp gently after a while and danced her way over to the bar. She leaned toward the bartender, and I could feel his lust and excitement. "Could you give me a screaming orgasm please?" I had to bite my lips from laughing aloud. She'd said it so INNOCENTLY. Like she didn't know the poor man now had the worlds worse hard on, ever.
As the man handed her the drink she handed him the cash, that she'd pulled from her bodice, "Keep the change." And then she was back to us, sliding in beside me, at our table, sipping her drink. She hummed with pleasure I could feel emanating from her. "Gods these are sinfully good." She looked around at us and grinned, "Pity you lot can't have them."
She was so damned smug, I had to put her in her place. I grasped her chin and kissed her quickly, dipping my tongue into her mouth, enjoying the taste of her and her drink. It was pretty darned good. I sat back, it was a real trial to force myself away from her, and look smug, "It's alright." I said coolly.
So she did something to needle me back I'd never expected. She took another sip, moved from her seat beside me ONTO Emmett's lap and kissed my brother. Their kiss was a little longer than the one I'd shared with her, and I growled at them in my annoyance. "What do you think Emm?" she asked breathlessly once she'd pulled away.
"I think," he said calmly, "I think it's wonderful." He threaded his fingers into her hair, "Can I have some more please?" Kallie just laughed and removed herself from his lap, much to my relief.
I slid onto Emmett's bike, smiling as he grinned back at me. "Emm, look," I said softly, his bike roared to life and we sped away but I knew he could hear me just fine, "You're a blast, and I like you."
I could feel him sigh, "But" his warm voice ran over me, I smiled sadly into his jacket.
"But I really do like Jazz, there's… I think there's something there when I kiss him that isn't there when you kiss me. And it has nothing to do with how great a kisser you are or are not. Because trust me, your fantastic, probably better skilled that Jazz anyway."
He laughed, and I knew he was ok. "It's fine babe, thanks for telling me. It's nice to know I'm good at what I do." He was silent for a long while, and so was I. We were nearing my home before he spoke again, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable, "So are you gunna tell Jazz that he's got no more competition yet? Or are you going to make him sweat for a few more days?"
I laughed, "You just want an excuse to snog me." I accused.
"Well, hell yea," he said fondly, "You're defiantly one hot little thang, you know."
I smiled, and thought it over, "I dunno. I think I'll tell him tomorrow, maybe. I've got work for every night the rest of this week, then I'm off for a while. Maybe…" I hugged him slightly, just a tightening of my arms around his waist, but he felt it and chuckled, "Maybe I'll tell him once I'm off at the end of the week. When you lot all go hunting. Maybe Alice could take him hunting for me? Or Ed, maybe he'd help if I asked nicely. So I can get my brother's out of the house." He laughed.
"Sure, Alice or Ed would help, Alice probably already knows." I laughed as we pulled into my driveway. He helped me off the bike and walked me up the steps to my door. Grinning he swooped down and grasped my chin, "Once more?"
I couldn't really tell him no, not when he was being so damned sweet, or when he was such a damned good kisser. I leaned up and pressed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled me flush against him roughly and growled softly against my lips. My mind began to go a little fuzzy, but I thought 'Why am I telling him no again?' Before he finally released me. My head spun a little from giddiness and lack of oxygen. I tingled from where his cold body had been pressed to mine.
I shivered and he laughed, "You sure you want to be with a cold-blooded guy?"
I smiled, "I hardly notice it, except when I'm out in the dark on a cold night. My house is always crazy warm anyway." I kissed his cheek once and opened the door. "G'night Emm. Thanks for the ride."
"G'night Kallie, babe." He called over his shoulder as he hopped on his bike and rode off into the night.
I wandered slowly up to my bedroom and stripped. I really should have bothered to dress, but… I just couldn't force myself to give a flying rats ass. I fell into my bed and fell into a deep sleep. I don't think I even dreamed.
