Twilight belongs to Meyer. The Student belongs to me.

Song: Cradle of Love by Billy Idol

~*The Student*~

What a fucking great day! The air was cool and crisp, the sky was a perfect shade of grey, and I was humming along to some meaningless song on the radio. I took the twists and turns through the heavily wooded lanes at a faster pace than most human would be comfortable with. Good thing I wasn't some lame human. Me, being the super-vampire badass that I was, had the ability to handle a car like I handled everything else in my life. Like a mother-fucking rock star. One hand on the wheel, the other holding onto my thermos of blood, I was a smug bastard. Thanks to my shot of Red Bell- my new favorite drink, I was feeling like a king. I had thought about it all night and decided the girl was going to remain my plaything. At least until I got bored with her- something that was inevitable- and was forced to snap her neck like a slim Jim. Until then, I would continue on like I did last night. Feeding from her, tasting her, basically doing whatever the hell I wanted to. She'd be my own personal vending machine. I'd pump her full of my change, in return she'd keep the tasty treats coming. Some might say that I should feel a certain amount of guilt for helping myself to Isabella's body while she slept. Maybe I would if I wasn't a soulless asshole hell-bent on living down to that soullessness existence. The way I see it as it stands now, vampires are damned, no more chances for saving our souls. We are lost to any kind of grace. So why worry about being a do-gooder? There's no saving my ass from the flames of eternal damnation. So I'd rather embrace the fire now- dance around the flames bare-assed naked, indulge in all the things that make my black little heart happy.

{Forks High}

I pulled into the parking lot, noticing Rosalie Hale -Secretary to the principle- getting out of her red Jeep Wrangler. I just had to take a minute to admire her God given attributes. The woman had a body that would have any centerfold jealous. Long blond hair, great legs, soft curves and dumb as a box of rocks. All the things I loved in a woman! I made a mental note to screw her some time soon, then I got out of the car. Fixing my suspenders, I walked across the parking lot like the eternal stud I was. Women, girls, even a few men, they all checked me out. That's right, fuckers. Take a long look. Evil never looked so good.

{Swan House}

Bpov

"Bella?"

I turned to look at Charlie in the doorway of the kitchen as I made my breakfast of strawberry pop tarts. Charlie, as I had found out, wasn't much of a roommate. He didn't talk, didn't cook, and from what I could tell, spent all his time in front of the TV watching sports. Or he was always at the police station with his trusty Deputy, Mark. Needless to say it was a quiet existence here at the Swan home.

"Yeah?"

"You okay? You're moving like you're hurt." He said as he went to the coffee pot. Pouring himself a cup, he watched me over the rim of his piping hot goodness.

"I must've pulled a few muscles moving those boxes mom sent over." I shrugged. Truth was I woke up this morning hurting like I'd been through a war. My muscles ached, my head hurt, and the inside of my thigh burned. But there wasn't any sighs of a bite when I went over myself in the shower. So I ruled out a killer spider. I also had this feeling that something had happened in my sleep. That the aches and pains I had were the good kind of aches. That I had done something I really wanted to do. Flashes of a dream came and went through my mind like turning a TV on and off. And if the images were anything to go by, it wasn't the Disney channel by any means. But I certainly couldn't tell Charlie about all that. Talking to him about everyday matters such as the weather, or how my mom was had been awkward enough. I could only imagine how hard it would have been to mention my odd dreams.

Charlie nodded to the cabinet above my head. "There's some Tylenol there if you need it. Make sure you don't over-do it today at school."

"Got it. No surfing, baseball or soccer for me." I laughed. And was surprised to see the hint of a small smile under Charlie's mustache. We both knew I wasn't the sporty type. I would rather be indoors and clean than getting dirty while becoming one with the not-so-great outdoors.

"Do you want a ride to school?" He asked as he put his coat on. I noticed that it was already starting to get chilly outside. Kind of put a damper on the whole wardrobe situation I had planned. Did I want him to give me a ride? God no! But that meant I would have to take that deathtrap of a truck again. I weighed my options. Then decided the truck was the less embarrassing of the two offers.

"No thanks. I'll just take the truck again. If it's okay with you?"

"That's fine. Just be careful. Obey traffic laws, no speeding." Charlie reminded me yet again as he put his gun in it's holster. I wondered if he had ever had a reason to use that thing- other than at the shooting range? Forks didn't really seem like the type of place bad things happened. I wanted to roll my eyes at the warnings. Forks wasn't even big enough to speed in. Back out of your driveway, stop at the one stoplight and then you're at your destination. There wasn't even room to speed! But I nodded my head like a good girl. And off he went.

I looked around the old house. Not much had changed since my mother had lived here for a short amount of time. Another thing I had learned about Charlie: The man didn't like change. Everything had remained the same since I was little. I was surprised that my old bedroom didn't still have the toddler bed and Barbie wallpaper.

After a quick touch up on my hair and make up, I was out the door and on my way to school. I couldn't help but feel butterflies as I thought of Mr. Masen. And when I thought about him, there seemed to be this deep ache inside me. A need that wouldn't go away. No clue what that was, but I pushed it down. Last thing I needed was a crush on one of my teachers. But as I pulled into the parking lot, the dream from last night came rushing back to me. I slammed on the breaks as I looked over to see Mr. Masen getting out of his car. An image flashed before my eyes: Me and Mr. Masen on my bed. I was moaning like a cat in heat while he placed his lips on my.. Oh. My. God. My eyes followed him as he walked into the building looking as hot as hell. I had a sex dream about my teacher!

Epov

I knew the moment her hand touched the door. I kept my eyes focused on the task at hand, not showing any change what-so-ever. But as her scent hit me, I was reminded of the taste of her. Of the sounds she made when coming. It took a lot of control not to watch her walk to her desk. Hell, it took superhuman strength not to pull her to me, sink my teeth into her supple flesh and drink until I was full. I could practically hear the sound of her hips moving to and fro as she walked. I knew she wore a tight white sweater that made her breasts look warm and inviting, and the black skirt would work well if I wanted to finger-fuck her while the rest of the class died a slow painful death at my hands. I could multi-task: Fuck her and kill all the little annoying assholes who took up my time with teaching them when I could be buried inside Isabella. I was becoming hard just thinking about her sweetness. I also noticed she was walking a bit stiff today. A smirk played across my lips at the thought. If she's having trouble now from just a little tongue lashing, my poor lamb would surely be miserable when I finally got around to taking her with my cock. I laughed to myself at the thought of her not being able to sit down for a week when I get my hands, and whip, on that pert little round ass. I bet it'll turn such a pretty shade of pink. Pink to match the inside of her warm tight..

"Mr. Masen?"

I was going to kill him. How fucking dare this empty headed fool interrupt my nasty, and morally wrong thoughts.

"What is it, Newton?" I sneered.

"I-I n-need to change seats." He stuttered out.

I turned to face the little douche bag. He was glancing at Isabella like a dog in heat. He wanted her- that much was clear. Like hell that would happen. Over my already dead body.

"And why is that?"

He looks over to the lab table he shares with Jessica, then looks back at me. "Jessica and I broke up last night. I think if I have to share a table with her, she's going to kill me, sir. So I was thinking.. " He looks over to Isabella again who is talking with Angela. I contemplate ripping his heart out now. ".. that I could change seats with Angela."

I feel the rage rising. I beat back the desire to kill. He may be an annoying horny little brat, but Mike Newton has yet to do anything to really bring my wrath down on him. However, if he continues to eye Isabella like he is now, he may wake up to find himself very much on the side of dead.

"No."

"No? Come on, Mr. Masen. Dude, help a brother out."

This little shit doesn't know who he's dealing with. I've eaten lesser boys than him. I look him up and down. His pasty-white ass looks like a tool in his polo shirt with the collar popped up. What does he think this is? Some cheesy 80's movie? The tough guy act is just that - an act. Get this dork alone in the woods on a hunting night with a certain pissed off vampire, I bet he shits himself stupid before crying for his mommy.

"I really don't care about your relationship problems, Mr. Newton. They have no bearing on this class." I spoke loud enough for the whole class to hear. I had the pleasure of watching his face flame a tomato red. I felt like telling him to sit his ass down and shut the fuck up!

"Asshole." He mutters under his breath as he turns away from me.

Big fucking mistake.

"Newton! Looks like it's your lucky day. Instead of sitting in this class, you're going to visit the principal. Have fun." I say, shooting him a look that had his feet nailed to the floor. He was so damn lucky I didn't end his pathetic, meaningless life right here. I could give the class a real demo on human anatomy. I could see myself holding Mike's brain in my hands after I had ripped his head from his shoulders. 'Look here, Class. It seems Mr. Newton did have a brain after all.'.

"How the hell did he even hear that?" Mike asked Jessica as he collected his bag.

Jessica was breathing fire. I was surprised she didn't have smoke coming from her ears. "Relationship problems?"

"Jess, don't start."

"All that just to get into the new girl's panties? Okay. Fine. You wanted a relationship problem? You got one now cumface!"

I watched with amusement as Jessica gave Newton a look that said he'd be fucking his palm for the next month. Served the idiot right. The little bitch looked like a cowering dog as he left my classroom with his tail between his legs. I would deal with him later. I turn back to the students as the door closes.

"Let's begin…"

Bpov

He was wearing suspenders. Oh God, he was wearing suspenders! Mr. Masen was too hot to be a teacher. Didn't they have a certain age requirement? Like no one under 35 need apply? It is the most awkward thing in the world to see someone you've just had a dream about. You felt like they would be able to tell you were dreaming about them. Especially a teacher. And if the dream involved his tongue. On you. A lot. I was dying! Just looking at him was bringing back memories of the dream. But it felt like more than a dream. God, why did he have to be so handsome? He wore black dress pants that were tight across his ass and .. zipper, a white shirt with the sleeves pushed up his muscular arms, and black suspenders. And every time he wrote something on the whiteboard his shoulders would flex a bit, hinting to the thickly roped muscles that lay beneath the thin cotton. When he pushed his hair back from his eyes, I had to hold back a whimper. His voice, as he talked about.. I had no idea what.. it was thick and smooth. Like rich dark chocolate. I was wet from it. I was so messed up in the head. Sitting here in a classroom full of people, getting wetter by the second because of my teacher. But I would dare any girl to look at this man and not feel something!

Epov

I could smell her desire. The animal inside demanded I take her now, mark her inside and out. That everything else be damned. All that mattered was giving her what her body so clearly wanted, needed. I could taste her all the way across the room. My cock pulsed with the need to fuck. My tongue was thick as venom filled my mouth. Every instinct I had was telling me to throw her down and take it all. Even if I had to do it right here in front of God and these students. It was a very dangerous thing for Isabella and I to be in the same room- at least with this many people around. If it were just the two of us, I would have already had her bent over my desk as I fucked her hard like she wanted. I caught her watching me as I moved the projector back to its place. She liked the view of my strong arms doing the lifting. Naughty girl was getting wetter by the minute. My mouth was watering for just a taste. Just one lick of her creamy arousal. Just to nibble, to gently tug on her tiny bundle of nerves until she cried out my name. I could tell that last night hadn't been nearly enough for either of us. Isabella might not remember my touch per se, but her body sure as hell did. It was going to be what finally won me this battle, and brought her to me. Her body was going to keep pushing her until she became wild with need. The need for me. And when she begged me, I would know I had her submission. I would have the pleasure of being her Master, teaching my little pet so much.

As I reminded the class of their assignments, I watched Isabella slowly get up from her chair. Angela was meeting her boyfriend for lunch, but ask Isabella if she wanted her to wait on her.

"No. You go ahead. I'll see you later."

After she had put all her books up, Isabella walked slowly towards the door. I noticed she really was moving as if she were hurt. My curiosity got the better of me.

"Is everything alright, Isabella?"

She stopped near the edge of my desk. So close to me that I could feel her heartbeat. Grab her now, take her in your arms and sate the bloodlust! My inner thoughts raged at me. Not yet.

"Yes. I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Because you seem as if you're in pain. Is there anything I could do to make it… better?" I could start with kissing the bite mark you don't know is there on the inside of your smooth, pale thigh.

I watched her cheeks flush with color. I hid my smirk. I knew exactly what she was thinking at that moment. It was written all over her pretty face. There was many things- she was thinking- that I could do to make it feel better. I also knew her aches would only be eased by my touch. By my mouth, my fingers, and my dick. No one else would be able to satisfy her. Not now. Not ever again. She was mine- even if she didn't know it yet.

Her book bag slipped off her shoulder as she stood still, staring at me with confusion and wonder. I had that effect on women. Keeping eye contact with her, I rose slowly from my desk. Walking around it, I stood looking down into her young face. Such a little beauty she was. She licked her bottom lip, drawing my eyes there once more. She had a mouth that stared in every man's fantasies. Lips that could send a man to hell. I supposed it was a good thing I was already damned. I bent down to pick her bag up. When my hand (on purpose) brushed her leg, I felt her shiver with need. I stood back up to my full height. For the longest time she and I stood face to face- just allowing our eyes to move over one another's faces. She wasn't breathing, I noted.

"Here," I said as I placed the strap back on her shoulder, brushing her long hair back while doing so.

"Thanks." She whispered, still looking up at me with those fucking normal brown eyes. They shouldn't turn me on so much.

"Anytime." I was the one to break the contact first, moving back a few steps. It was either that or pick her up and impale her on my cock. Time and place, I reminded myself yet again. Time and place.

"Have a, um, nice day." And she was gone in a blur of black and white. I chuckled as I heard her finally exhale her breath when she reached the hallway. Poor lamb was having a hard day.

So I'm doing about fifty in a thirty-five, taking a turn in the road faster than is rec'd, when I spot a POS red rusted, broken-down truck up ahead at the bend of the lane. Isabella Swan is standing by the side of the truck pitching, what seems to be, the most God awful fit I've ever witnessed. She's holding her cell phone while kicking the shit out of her father's truck. I slow down to a crawl, enjoying the show of her pale legs move as her skirt gets hiked up higher and higher by her kicking. Her face is flushed, her hair is wet from the drizzle of rain, and her white sweater is clinging to her sexy little body.

Damn, this isn't the shit I need to deal with right now. Because this is either going to end badly- with me you know, killing her, (which would still benefit me) or I will end up fucking her in my car. Huh, both are win/win for me. Maybe I should just do the unpredictable and pass her ass by. Not even sparing her a passing glance. That would sure as hell ruin the plot! I look at the clock on the dash- It's almost 4:00 now. Another hour and she would have been in total darkness. I pull up along side her as she notices me, watching as all the color drains from her face. Interesting..

"No! No, nooo! This can't be happening!" She hisses as the sound of my automatic window drowns out the sound of the light rain falling. Oh, yes Sweetheart. It most definitely is happening.

"Isabella? Need some help?" I lean over to look up at her as she chews the side of her bottom lip. Wonder what she'd say if I offered to chew it for her? My question seems to open the drama queen flood gates because she goes off like a fucking volcano.

"My father's truck broke down- And I tried to call him but getting a cell signal out here in the fucking boonies is like getting ice in hell! And then it started to rain.. and that didn't help matters at all. So then I tried to pop the hood because the truck started to smoke, or steam, and I cracked my nail!" She cried, holding up her little pinky finger for me to see. Like I gave two shits. I refrained from rolling my eyes at her. I had forgotten how dramatic teenagers were. I don't know how I could forget considering where I spent my time.

"Oh my God! I just said fuck in front of my teacher. Shit! I said it again! I'm just going to shut up now." She looked away with a scowl. It would have been cute if not for the annoying parts.

"Want a ride?" I ask her. Should have been a simple question. I thought it was a simple question- I wasn't even trying to be a dick. But my little pet seemed to have a one track mind just like myself. How could I tell? Because Isabella snapped her eyes back to me.. or more precisely .. my crotch before blushing like a virgin on prom night.

"My dad," She blurts out. Kind of a scene-stopper if you ask me, I just look at her with a raised eyebrow. "He'll need to know about this so he can get the truck towed or fixed. Or maybe burned." She mumbles.

I look down to my cell, seeing no bars.

"You're not having any luck with yours either I take it." Isabella leans into the window. Her scent is stronger thanks to the mist that has soaked her hair and skin. I resist the urge to take a deeper breath.. Or to bite her.

Shaking my head, I say, " This area is a dead zone for cells. If you're ever lucky enough to get a call, as soon as you hit this bend in the road, you'll have a dropped call. Welcome to small town living." I flash her a grin.

"I hate it." She says with a pout. That pout just made me want to eat her and stuff. I'm finding that most things she does causes that desire. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to slam the town, but I'm just not used to.." She holds her arms out waving to all the green. There's a lot of green to wave to. "..all this."

Enough with the chit chat. This conversation was turning boring. " Get in the car. I'll take you home." She still looked unsure. I was about to growl at her to get her ass in the car. Who the fuck stood out in the rain when they had a dry car to sit in? "When we get out of the dead zone- " Like she ever would, I thought to myself. Anywhere near me was a dead zone. .."you can call your dad. Have him call the tow truck. But I'm sure he wouldn't want his daughter out here waiting alone. It's going to get dark soon." And bad, bad things lurk in the dark, little Isabella.

That seemed to be enough to get her butt moving. I frowned at the ass print her wet skirt was going to leave on my leather seats. Good thing we weren't in my favorite car.

"Thanks Mr. Masen." She said as she shut the door behind her. Looking at me with those big doe eyes. So helpless. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? 'No problem. But if you want to thank me, you can give me head while I drive. Or, 'Feel free to let me suck the blood from you as I drive.' Instead I leaned in, reaching around her breasts. I had the pleasure of hearing her heartbeat pick up double time, and her eyes darken with lust. I hide a smile as I reach for the seat belt. Locking it into place, I pull back slowly from her.

"Safety first. Hold on tight, Isabella." And I hit the gas pinning her ass to the seat.

The sounds of Billy Idol fill the car- along with the heat and smell of one small female.

"I love Idol. I have all his albums. I can't believe you like his stuff."

Cutting her a look before I shift gears, I smile. "Why? Because I'm an old teacher?" She shrugs with a rueful smile.

"I don't know. You're a lot younger than any teacher I've ever had before. I guess it just surprises me."

"Oh, Isabella, I'm just chock full of surprises." I tease.

Out of the corner of my eye I see her wiggle around in her seat. The smell of her hair, her skin and her blood have filled the car completely. I start imagining pulling the car over, taking my hand and letting it sliding up the inside of her thigh. A thigh that looks so damn soft against the dark cloth of her skirt. I think about taking her berry red lips between my own. How sweet she would be as she opened up for my kiss. How tart her tongue would be mixing with mine and the venom that now coated my fangs. Something was happening in this fucking car. The more the animal side of me came out, the more the scent of her arousal I could smell. I cut my eyes to look at her, to find her staring at me. I come to a stop on the curb of her house. We're locked in some kind of weird staring game. Only sexier than any I've known before.

I move slowly towards her. She turns in her seat to face me. I watch her lips part, her thighs spread open- allowing even more of her scent to hit me. She wants it. Badly. And fuck it all to hell if I don't want to be the one to give it to her. Hard. Why am I waiting? I didn't wait last night. I never wait. When I see something I want, I take it. I should take her now. Put an end to all this madness.

"Don't forget to call your father, Isabella." I hear myself say as I move to open her door for her before pulling back. She looks dazed, stunned. That makes two of us, sweetheart. I've never not given in to the desires. This is a mother-fucking first, and its slowly making me angry. She needs to leave. Now.

"Um, Okay. Thanks for .. The ride."

I watch her walk up her driveway and into the house. To safety. I turn my gaze back to the windshield as tiny drops of water form- distorting everything. Fitting because that's how it feels.. Like this girl is distorting my view of the world. I pull away from the curb. Looking back in the rear-view mirror I see her shadow behind the sheer curtain of a large window. I have to look away before I turn the car around. I want her like nothing I've wanted before. One taste wasn't enough. One taste only opened Pandora's box of lust. I take a deep breath, letting the scent of her that still lingers so strongly in my ride, letting it burn through me. As I starting singing along to Rebel Yell, I know I will crawl back through her window tonight. I can't keep away.

A/N: Edward was kind of serious in this chapter. Don't fear, the humor will return soon! A few people asked about the previous chapter, wanting to know if Edward could hear Bella's thoughts, or was he just in her dreams. Edward isn't a mind reader in this story. But he can 'see' into people's dreams. That's because in sleep we let our guards down, it's when we're at our weakest against attacks- be it mentally or physically. And sleeping Bella responded to him more than awake Bella would. At least - for now ;) For those of you who follow my other story Up Love's Creek, I hope to update by this weekend! Thanks so much for R&R!