Meyer owns Twilight. I'm just playing

Song: "Cage the Beast" Adelitas Way

A/N: Hi guys! So I thought now that we're about to get into the heart of the story, I should give out a few warnings: Edward in this story will not be like book Edward. I'm going to be pushing that 'M' rating a lot. Edward is going to do & say things that might have you wanting to smack him. That's just how he is. If you want out, now's the time. Lol I also wanted to say a huge THANK YOU for all the reviews. I didn't have time to pm everyone back, I feel awful about that. But I hope you like this chapter. Okay, enough about me. Bring on, as many of you call him, 'Darkward'

~*The Student*~

It took most of the day, and a little off-campus lunch of a pizza delivery boy, to tone down my raging need for .. what I didn't know. I felt odd and unsure. And didn't that just put a kink in my chain. I knew once my Junior class started to file in that I would need to be on top of my shit. As always the nerds of the school arrived first for class as wet as ever for the learning to begin: Angela Weber, Eric Yorkie, and Ben Cheney. What a threesome they would make. It'd be like watching Star Trek porn. Next up was Mike-shit-for-brains Newton and his slut puppy Jessica Stanley trailing behind smelling of sex and smokes. And the rest of the class flowed in. Just as I was about to hit the lights for the projector, the door to my class room flung open and a body fell in with a scent following. The scent. It hit me like a battering ram. A voice, small and soft, reached my ears causing me to freeze to the spot. It also caused my cock to swell, my tongue to coat in venom. My whole body was on high alert.

"So sorry I'm late. I got lost."

I hear Jessica Stanley's snide remark, Mike Newton's low whistle. Both for some reason had me wanting to rip their throats out. I turned to look into the eyes of my own living, breathing hell. I looked down into the darkest, richest brown eyes that the world has ever known - I felt like I was being ripped apart and made whole all at the same fucking time. You can image the bad mood this put me in to all of a sudden be waxing bloody poetic about some bitch's eyes. Brown eyes. The most common fucking color out there. The color of dirt, and shit! I wanted her. The beast inside me raged at the thoughts of not having her. If I swept through the room fast enough, snapping necks, ripping open throats, tearing hearts from chests, I could get to her before she had time to run or scream. I knew I could. I could take her to my home.. I felt myself smile as I thought about the playroom there. I could keep her chained up, letting her live for as long as I dare as I use her body for my own pleasures. But then deep inside there was a discomfort with that thought. As if hurting her was what I needed, but not what I wanted. I felt my body react to her scent, her sound. God, her blood pumping to the sound of that heartbeat was going to kill me. I would use that sound to time the thrusts of my cock into her tight heat. I had to have her now. Nothing else on this cursed earth mattered. Let them find me. Let the towns people go all Van Helsing on my pale undead ass. I didn't care. Seven centuries I had lived -or not lived as it were. Seven. Without her. Seven hundred years and now, in the twenty-first century when I had found nothing to hold me to this vile planet, I find my reason: To taste her. To feel her move under me. I will have her blood on my lips as I pound into her every way a person can be taken. Her wetness will coat both my cock and my lips. Hell, I'll bathe in her blood and arousal. Her tears of pain and pleasure will mix with her sweat as I screw her all night and day. She'll be lucky if I let her rest.

I then realized I hadn't said anything to her. The small girl backed up as if she were going to leave. I could smell her fear and uncertainty. But I could also catch the slightest hint of attraction. It made for a heady scent on the air. No, little love. Too late to turn back now. This sweet thing had signed her own death warrant. There would be no turning back. Not for either of us.

"Are you okay?"

She was asking me something. All I could think about was how amazing her lips will look wrapped around my dick as I fuck her perfect little rosebud mouth.

"I will be." I could hear the blood lust in my voice. I had to keep a hand over my mouth because thanks to my little student here my fucking fangs where out and ready to do some damage. I couldn't wait to do some damage. To her.

"Excuse me?" She looked around the class as if they could help her. No one would save you, keep you from me. Not now that your hot little ass is on my radar.

"Please take a seat Ms. Swan." I kept it short and sweet. Or not so sweet since I ended up kind of growling it at her.

I watch as she turns away- giving me the best view of an ass you could eat off of. I was tempted to throw a student on that ass and feed just to test the theory. I had to force myself to let her go. To let my prey walk away from me was like dying. Apparently I'm also getting fucking melodramatic as well as poetic. God, I needed to kill something. To make matters worse when my back was to the class, I felt her come close once more. I barely had time to control the low warning growl in my chest before I turned to see her standing there all tempting and doable. God, she smelled so damn good. A cross between something that made me hard and something that also made me hungry. Like a fucking Big Mac wearing lingerie. How that made sense in my brain, I'll never know. I was being rendered stupid by my little lamb.

"I need you to sign this," She holds out a white sheet of paper with the names of other teachers who have signed it. I wanted them dead simply because they had been close to her. As close as I am now. Irrational, I know, but true. I look down at the paper she's holding, I noticed how damn tiny her hand is. I don't want to get anywhere near that hand. If my skin and her skin touch, it will lead to fucking. I just know it. And I can't fuck this girl right now because of all the little tools that are watching and listening. She stares at me, I stare down at her. Bloody hell this is getting us nowhere. And I know where I want to be: Buried so deep inside her pussy that it would take the mother-fucking jaws of life, the Coast Guard, and possibly Jesus to pry her off my dick. I see her tiny pink tongue come out to lick at her bottom lip, I want that to be my tongue. I feel anger that it isn't.

She finally goes to her seat next to Angela Weber, taking with her most of her mouth watering scent. I turn the desk fan on so that it blows in her direction. Maybe it will help keep me from doing something that might get me fired. Like say.. eating a student. Something tells me the school board might frown upon such an act. But I notice when she sits down, her jean skirt rides up her creamy thighs and I see a hint of pink from her panties. Panties that are just begging to be bitten through. It would be like unwrapping a Christmas present. I do so fucking love the holidays. I decide it's best not to breath or look until class is over. Who needs those two senses anyway!

Worst. Day. Ever.

*X*

Bpov

I tried not to look his way as I moved out the door of the class room. But really, not checking this man out was like asking the sun not to rise. Looking at him made me feel things I had never felt before. When I had first arrived at the door of the class room, late and freaking out because who knew you could get lost in a school the size of a closet, I ended up falling my way into the room in front of everyone. Nice intro, Swan. But then to come face to face with someone who looked like a GQ model- that just sent me right over the edge into panic mode. Oh, sweet lord have mercy on me. This man had stared in everyone of my naughty dreams since I was able to understand all things naughty. If I could build the perfect man, he would end up looking like this guy. That was until he opened his hot mouth and proceeded to growl at me. I looked around the room then to see if maybe he just did that- got all growly on people at random times of the day. But seemed no one noticed him doing this. Now that I've seen him interact with other students in the class- ignoring me it seemed- maybe it's just me he doesn't like. But what on earth could I have done to this man in the short amount of time I've been in this little watering hole? I ponder on this all the way into the café and into the lunch line. One bowl of brownish salad later, I'm looking for a seat. God, no matter the school, this part always sucks: Finding a seat within the already formed friendships and clicks.

"Isabella?"

I turn to see my lab partner, Angela, smiling shyly at me from the end of the line. Angela, so far, as been the only normal person I've met at Forks High.

"Hi, Angela."

"Hi. I wanted to know if you would like to join me at my table?" She points to a table in the back near the floor to ceiling windows.

"Sounds great.." As I follow her lead. I find myself really wanting to get to know the girl. Angela's vibe seems relaxed outside of class. Her glasses are off, her black hair out of its pony tale.

"So what do you think of our town so far?" She asks as we sit down.

I think it sucks. But I knew I couldn't say that. "It's…" I Look around, stalling.

"Boring?"

"Yes! No. Well, maybe just a bit."

Angela laughs. "It's okay. You won't hurt my feelings. Not like I made the town. I just live in it. Trapped. Like a rat in a little ratty cage, in a lab somewhere.."

I blink back at her.

"Sorry. Here's the rundown of the people around here." She starts pointing as she goes. "See those two making out over there?" She points to two of the people I remember from biology class. The blond guy has the brown haired girl on his lap and is currently eating her face. I feel my stomach try and revolt against my lunch that I've barely touched.

"Yeah, I feel the same way. Its pretty nasty. That's Mike Newton and Jessica Stanley. Their like Forks' version of Snooki and Jionni. Then you have the Goths." She looks to the right where all I see is a sea of black and chains. "The albino looking kid's name is Carlisle and the black haired girl with the black lipstick is his girlfriend Esme."

"So I'm guessing Forks doesn't have a dress code."

Angela laughed. "No. Not yet anyway. But if my parents have anything to say about it, we will soon."

"Is your family very conservative?"

"Extremely. My dad's a pastor. And my mom is trying to get me married off to Ben Cheney as fast as she possibly can." She rolls her eyes.

"Who's Ben Cheney?" I ask as I take a sip from my lemonade.

"He's best friends with my real boyfriend, Eric Yorkie. My mom would have a stroke if she knew. She doesn't want me dating much. Especially anyone not Korean. So I have to fake a relationship with Ben."

"That's awful. How does your boyfriend feel about it?"

"He goes along with it because it's just easier that way. And Ben says it keeps his own parents off his back if they think he's dating me."

"But your last name is Weber."

"My father isn't Korean. My mother's maiden name is Lang. Crazy, huh? She didn't marry a Korean man, but expects me to follow some lame rule that she herself didn't ."

Angela and I finish our lunch sharing a few more things about one another. I found out that she hides her love for rock music from her mother. She comes to school everyday in a long skirt, "respectable" blouse, loafers and her hair in a bun. Only to change into jeans, chucks, and a different band shirt every single day. She puts her make-up on in the girls' bathroom sink and always wears crazy colored extensions in her long dark hair. Angela seems really cool. It's a shame her home life is so hard.

I stand, getting ready to move on to my next class when out of nowhere I'm confronted by a little fairy-like girl and a very tall, very handsome guy. They both are wearing shirts that read 'True love waits'

"Hi, I'm Alice and this is my boyfriend and soul mate, Jasper."

"Hi..?" I look over to Angela to see her pretending to dig around in her bag. Clearly I'm on my own here.

"We wanted to welcome you to Forks High." The tall blond, Jasper, says in a deep southern drawl. I'm pretty sure that means he's not a local.

"Thanks," I say while trying to move past them. I didn't want to seem rude, but they were kind of invading my personal bubble.

Alice jumps in front of me, "Have you found Jesus?" She asks in a tiny, but sure voice.

I look to Angela, then up to Jasper before returning to look back at Alice. "Um, I didn't know he was missing."

I hear Angela's snort of a laugh, her face still buried in her book bag. I just want this day to end. This school is very odd. It's like the Twilight zone.

"Alice, Jasper, Bella's going to be late for her next class. So we'll see you guys later." And with that Angela pulls with me her. I look back to see everyone that's left in the café staring at me.

Weird little town.

*X*

Epov

I watch as Isabella Swan gets in that POS truck at the end of the day. I watch from the safety of my tinted windows as she backs out of the space, almost hitting Eric Yorkie, and then after checking to make sure the little turd isn't hurt, she's on her way home, I assume. For some damn reason I'm holding my breath as if I could catch her scent here in my car. And then I feel a growl coming on as she passes, not looking anywhere near my car, moving away from me. The predator in me growls out to not let her get away. To take what belongs to me! I run my tongue over the tip of my fangs, feeling the thick venom that hasn't stopped filling my mouth since little Isabella stepped foot on this campus. I can also feel the erection behind the zipper of my dress slacks. It feels as if I'm about to burst at the seams. I blame all this, my bad day, my throbbing cock and even the rain falling from the sky on Isabella Swan. Her tail lights flash at the stop sign and then she's gone from my sight. The feelings that rush over me because of that, because she's not where I can see her, are confusing as hell. Panic, anger, hunger, need. I tighten my hands on the steering wheel so tightly that I hear the dash cracking under the pressure.

"See you soon, Isabella." I whisper out like some kind of creepy fucker. I half expect Chris Hansen to come tapping on my car window, camera crew in tow. Too damned bad I didn't give a shit. Because tonight I would climb in her bedroom window like the monster I am. I would look into her mind, her dreams, and find out all I wanted to know about Isabella Swan. And perhaps while I'm there, have a midnight snack..

A/N: Sorry about Bpov taking up a lot of the chapter. I needed to have a base for her to start out on. Thank you guys so much for reading and reviewing! You're the best! Next chapter Edward gets his stalker on & the M rating really cums into play ;)