Twilight Belongs to S. Meyer. The Student belongs to me (LondonGoth)

Song: "Keep Awake" 100 Monkeys

This chapter goes out to PatchsFallenAngel ;)

~*What Dreams may come as she lay in her bed so sweet, so safe. Will the beast that lurks take her before she wakes?*~

~*The Student*~

When you're stalking someone you can learn so much about them. Like, for example: Isabella Swan spoke in her sleep. Even down below in her back yard, I could hear her nonsensical mumblings. It had taken forever for the house to quiet down enough for me to even attempt what I was about to do. It wasn't breaking and entering as there was no door, lock or security system that could keep me out. So I looked at more as an opening and entering kind of deal. I willed her bedroom window to unlock, pretty neat shit if I do say so myself, and then leapt the fifteen feet, landing soundlessly inside her bay window. The scent, even from outside in her driveway had been unrelenting on my nerves, now it was torture. I felt my fangs extend, my eyes turn to their normal color of deep red that I always kept hidden when around others. My senses were on such a high alert that even the vibrations from her slow deep breathing could be felt on my skin. As I enter the house, I take a look around me- Pushing past the need to dive right into her. Her room was large and full of boxes. Tiny music boxes lined a dark wood bookcase that was already filled to the brim with classics such as pride and prejudice, Wuthering Heights, Romeo and Juliet and many others. Booring. Fuck if this chick didn't love to read. Or she was like a lot of girls who just bought the books and left the shit sitting around. But something told me my little pet was a book worm. I could almost see her with a pair of reading glasses perched on her tiny nose, her long hair wrapped up, piled high on her head- making her creamy neck looking even more tempting. That thought made my fangs and dick throb even more than before.

Another thing about Isabella that I noticed- she hogged the fucking bed like no one else. She was all over that shit. And I was reaping the benefits because her sheets had been kicked down to the edge of the bed giving me the perfect view of her long legs, her toned yet round belly, and her tits that set high and firm in the white tank and panty set she was rocking. Her dark hair was tangled around her face, her lips slightly parted. She looked like sin wrapped up in innocence. I couldn't see any tint of dark hair near the crotch of her panties. Could it be that my little pet shaved down there? God, the thought alone had my tongue begging to lick under the edge of the soft cotton between her thighs to see if I was right. I moved closer to her in the dark, feeling her body heat warming me as I got near. I could just pick up the tone of her thoughts. Her dreams seemed to flash and shimmer. Never landing on just one thing. I had never gotten close enough to another human during their sleep to catch what they thought about. I didn't give a fuck. All I was after was what flowed in their veins, not what ran through their empty little minds. But as I went all creepy stalker dude on this girl, I found myself curious about what she dreamt about. I wanted inside her head almost as much as I wanted inside her body. That never happened before. Fact was that if her blood, her curves hadn't called to me like it was ringing the fucking dinner bell, I would have already moved on to the next unsuspecting little yum yum. Contrary to my looks, I wasn't fucking someone everyday. You had to be picky nowadays. Even a vampire had to be aware of who they were getting into..

I moved to the edge of her bed. Dammit if the bed wasn't tiny. What the hell was she sleeping on- a toddler bed? I frowned down at her in that thing. No way would my six foot, three frame fit in this shit. I'd have to take her against the wall. Or maybe on the floor. Hell, I get her to my house and I could fuck her, ride her ass in every inch of that place. Leaning down to her, I inhaled the sweet scent that was mouthwatering. I wanted to lick every inch of her perfect skin. A piece of her hair had fallen across her cheek, I made the mistake of moving it back to see her better. In doing so, I touched her skin. Well, there goes the neighborhood. I had to eat her up now. My fucking bad.

Somehow, after touching her, I had unleashed a firestorm of lust in not only my ass, but hers as well. She was begging for it. Jesus, this girl was ripe for the picking. She seemed locked deep inside her own mind, and I found that her thoughts centered around one person: Me. Damn right she's thinking about me. I've got this shit locked down.. And hopefully, her as well.

Isabella, do you want me to touch you?

Yes! Oh, God. Please touch me!

Where Isabella? You have to tell me where you want my touch.

Touch me now. Make the ache stop. I need you!

Isabella! Dammit, you will tell me where you want me. Now pet. Or you don't get to feel good.

I'm embarrassed. I want you to touch me between my legs.

Don't be embarrassed, love. You want me to touch your legs?

No. Not my legs.

You will have to say it, Isabella. I won't do it until you say it.

My pussy.

Good girl. Relax my little sweet. I'm going to take care of you. Tell me, Isabella, does this feel good?

Oh God! Oh. Yes! More!

I love hearing you beg for me. Beg for more.

I want you to take me. Now. I want to feel you.

Hmm. Not yet, pet. But soon. Very soon I will take you. You will be mine; Mind, body and soul.

Her body arched up into the embrace of a lover's caress. Sweat beaded up along her brow, arms and stomach. Her inner thighs were soaked with her arousal. Not knowing what was happening to her, she was reaching out for him. But her fingers were only able to grab at air. She needed him. She knew he was there- just on the edge of waking she could have him. There was a shadow around him, as if he were staying cloaked in darkness just to evade her. This was his dark and twisted game. A naughty, evil dance that he controlled. His hands pulled at her, touched her in the most darkly erotic ways. He parted her legs, fingers playing, spreading her open to him. But it wasn't enough. A small whimper brought her closer to the edge of awareness. If only she could scream it out, tell him she needed more. She had to have more. His scent, his touch, his voice, the words of all the dirty, secret things he wanted to do with her, to her. She was so hot for him, her need so painful she would beg if she had to. The sheets under her body twisted in her hands, they too were soaked with her need. And just as she was about to scream out for him, she felt him taste her there. In a place never before touched. In a place she alone, blushing in the privacy and shield of darkness in her room, had touched. Oh God, how had she ever done without this? His warm thick tongue lapped at her like a kitten would its milk. He licked and kissed her folds. A tightness in her lower stomach could be felt as he went deeper. It was almost as if a spring was about to snap inside her. A coiling that grew tighter and tighter until it was burning- a ring of fire. She was burning alive! And just as she was about to burn to ashes, she felt it then. A bite. On the inside of her upper thigh. She felt the warmth of her blood run. It was spilling out across her heated skin, and then she was coming so hard her toes curled. Her mouth opened into a silent scream. So long this went on that she thought she would surely go mad. Somehow knowing he was tasting not only her wetness, but also her blood turned her on even more. As that was happening, she heard the most amazing sound: Purring. Perhaps she imagined it. But somehow she knew it was him. And then she felt nothing but bliss as she was carried off into a deep sleep..

I watched her body as she rode out her pleasure on my tongue. She was soaked for me. Somehow her body was ready and knew my touch. I ate at her with a hunger I had never known before. Growling and licking like an animal over its kill. Because I was an animal. This girl brought out the demon in me. The one that I never allowed free here in the town I held as my home. Fuck this! I should kill her now and be done with it. But her body held me in its grasp. I wanted more from her. So much more. I knew, after having brought her to orgasm over and over again that I could take us both to a place we would never forget. I wanted to fuck her until there was nothing left of me. She was mine. Mine alone. I would use her to unleash the hell that lived inside me. As her juices ran down my chin, I could see the tiny blue vein that ran along the inside of her soft milky white flesh. Suddenly I knew I had to have both her arousal and her blood filling my mouth. I wanted to coat my tongue in everything she could give me. MINE! The beast roared out. The animalistic sounds coming from me were new and kind of fucking bad ass. I loved my new play toy!

I cursed myself as I landed silently outside her window. That was too fucking close. I should have never allowed myself to get that far. All fun and games aside, I took what I shouldn't have. Even I had lines I didn't cross. I had never before taken someone without them knowing I was. But there was something about her pleas that tore at my control. She had been dreaming about me when I first entered her room. The stupid little lamb had started it! And the beast, fucking hell, the beast finished it. Problem was, I thought as I looked back to her bedroom window, the taste of her arousal and blood still lingering on my lips, now that I'd had her- once would never be enough. I would have to have her again. Soon.

I started my bike that I had parked a few blocks down from the Swan house. Kicking off, I thought about it all.. As I ran the tip of my fang, softly, up her inner thigh, watching as a thin red line of sweetness came rushing out, mixing with the taste of the sweet cream that coated her feminine folds, I couldn't stop from taking what was in front of me. What I knew belonged to me. She had begged me, in her sleep, to make her come. Jesus, who the hell would have known that when I decided to go all crazy stalker on her ass that Isabella Swan would be having hot dreams about me. I still felt ready to tear into her flesh with my fangs and my cock at the same time. I wanted her so damned badly. I had to force myself to lick up every drop of her blood, allow the wound to close, and get the hell out of there. Last thing I needed was for the Chief's little angel to wake up screaming because a wild animal had gotten between her legs. But hell if I didn't need to fuck. And fuck hard. Fuck dirty and fast. Her small cries and moans would be my downfall.

I sped through the darkness feeling as wild and crazed as ever. The cool, moist air doing nothing for my fucking rage, or the wood I was sporting. I had half a mind to go back and take her. Fuck her until the house shook. Until the walls came down and there wasn't a house standing anymore. I could do it, I knew. She wanted me. It was there in her mind, in her core. Hell, I could taste it in her blood. But I had already let the beast have his fun tonight. Maybe not as much as he wanted, but he still got in between those smooth legs. I smiled as I hit the long winding road that lead to my home, topping off at a speed that had me flying as a blur through the dark roads. I smiled because I not only got to taste my pet inside and out, but my earlier question was answered: Isabella Swan waxed her pretty little pussy. And she was delishious. Something told me my wildcat might just like my fangs. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Her scent was still there. Consider me the Forks' welcoming committee. Welcume to Forks, Isabella. I couldn't fucking wait for class tomorrow.

A/N: Lots more naughty on the way. We've just gotten to the tip .. of the iceberg. ;) One thing I didn't like about book Edward was the stalking-watching-her-sleep-thing. I did it here- I know! But I think the whole you're mine/ I'm a controlling asshole move is totally HAWT with Darkward. With sweetward/push-overWard it's just creepy. Having said that, this Edward is going to be a controlling dick. But let's face facts- we wouldn't have him any other way. Thanks for R&R! P.S. Sorry for any mistakes. My lappy hates me atm.