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Song: The Perfect Drug by NIN

~*The Student*~

I caressed the inside of her thigh as I gently lick the drop of blood that beads up on her skin. Isabella was moaning when I came to her room tonight. It was almost as if she were an addict going through withdrawl. She was soaking-fucking-wet by the time I reached for her. My poor pet was twisted up in her sheets, crying out for me. As soon as I got my hands and mouth on her she quieted down. Only giving a few soft mewls here and there, never being loud enough to bring her father to her room. Such a good girl she was. Guess that meant, since it was me she needed, that I was her drug of choice. And I had many ways to keep her hooked on me. But the bad thing about it was, the tricky thing, I would have to make damn sure I didn't end up being the one hooked on her. Because as I lay my head against her stomach, watching her grow wetter with just my nearness, smelling her desire, I was becoming intoxicated by the mere idea of eating her out again. Just playing with her in such a way had my need for her body and her blood taking over.

I look over her as she lay there. "What is it about you, hmm? What are you doing to me you little witch." I slowly move up her body, letting my eyes take in every inch of her skin. I could feel that see sensed me moving all around her. My lips hover of hers. I pull the sweetness from her into me, letting it coat my tongue like a fine mist of sugar.

"Isabella, feel me. Here." I say as I lay my hand over her wet mound. My fingers brush over the smooth skin, the palm of my hand rocking into her clit. I can feel her tightening under my touch. She hears me, yet she sleeps. I fucking own this mortal. One word I breath out: "Come." And watch with wicked glee as she does just that. With her hips lifting from the bed, Isabella comes in a rush of liquid fire that's just for me. Just for my tongue. I become drunk off her, off the power I hold over her. I lick up the center of her lips tasting her dreams of me. Tasting her passion.

She shifts against the soft sheets. Arching like a little cat lying in the sunshine. She begins once more to talk in her sleep. She really never shuts up. It should be another annoying thing about her. But I find it amusing.

"This a dream?"

"Yes pet. It's nothing more than a dream." I found myself saying. More like a dream within a dream. Some real 'What Dreams May Come' shit going on here tonight.

"More." She moans as my finger traces one of her pink nipples beneath her thin tank top. I feel chills break out across her skin. The nipple draws tight under my touch. She is so responsive to me.

"More what, Isabella?"

"Touch. Me."

I softly laugh as she tries to push her breast into my palm. "I've given you more already my greedy little treat." I watch as she pouts. Isabella was actually pouting in her sleep. I wanted to kiss those pillowy soft lips, bite down on them. And so I did just that. Her sinful mouth was as sweet as a candy apple and just as red. I really couldn't wait to have it wrapped around my cock.

"Take me, Edward." That was the first time I had clearly heard her say my name. Not Mr. Masen, not Professor hot stuff as she had taken to calling me in her dreams. Me being the totally evil prick I was had a hard time admitting that hearing my name come from her mouth was a bigger deal than I wanted it to be. It was also a turn on that had my dick begging to slam into her heat. But what else was new.

"Soon. I'll take you soon." And I knew it would be very soon. I wanted to have a little more fun with her before I took everything. I knew the moment I slept with Isabella that afterwards I would be forced to end her life. She would know too much then. Perhaps I was putting it off because of that fact. That I felt something for her.. I quickly banished those ridiculous thoughts. I would fuck her, drink her blood and then kill her. She'd be just another victim on a very long list of nameless souls lost. Only she wouldn't be. Nameless, that is. It would be a bold move to take the daughter of the town's cheif. But I was nothing if not bold.

I ponder on this like some dumb-ass writing in his journal: 'Dear Diary, today I became Team Damon while Stephan just moped around the mansion like a whiney bitch. Maybe tomorrow I can kill Blair and fuck Serena all before meeting the boys for lunch and golf! XOXO, Crazy Vampire.'

My inner psychopathic ramblings must have taken too much of my attention away. Next thing I knew Isabella was shooting up in her bed very much awake. And screwing my stalker fun all up. The bitch!

Fuck it all to hell. I rush out the window as Isabella sits there in her bed. She's still panting from the orgasm I just gave her, she jumps up and runs to the window. Whispering, she begs, "Don't go." into the empty night. But I'm already almost to my bike. And I'm hard as steel as the beast is violent with need. I had to leave. Fuck if I would let her be the one to control when and how I took her. The deep rumble of the bike only added to the insanity and chaos I felt rising inside me. The need to screw, to entertain myself, was so strong that I felt my body lock down. I knew one place that the hunting was always good. As I steered the bike that way, I growled at my own stupidity for almost getting caught. I wouldn't be making that mistake again. But I would need to take the girl soon. This shit needed to end. I hadn't lived seven centuries to be bested by some high school chick.

::Edward's home later that night::

"So this is, like, your house?" The girl asks me as she touches a black leather chair that sits by the black marble and stone fireplace. Black is very important to a vampire. We can't be all gothic and scary without it. She looks over the art work as if it were simply movie posters. Not realizing that two million dollars of precious art hung on my wall.

I watch her ass move under the leather mini she's wearing. "Like, yeah it is." I mock her. I doubt she'll have enough brain power to notice. What'd she think? It was my parents house? I hardly look like a boy. I walk over to the bar I have set up away from the fireplace. Pouring her a drink of fifty year old Whiskey, I smile. I smile because I'm not a good host. The drink isn't really for her, more for me. When I take her the alcohol in her system will feel like liquid fire as I drain her later on.

She turns to look at me from under think lashes and bright green eyes. I have no fucking clue who she is or where she belongs. I've been calling her Goldie locks for her curly blond hair and big eyes. I didn't even have to look very long for her. I found her outside a local bar trying to get pass a bouncer who knew her I.D. was a fake. I offered her a fun night with me. She jumped at the chance. Proving once more what fools mortals be.

"You want to play?" she asks as she slowly walks to me when I sit down in my chair by the crackling fire. Dropping to her knees, she crawls to me with hunger in her deep set eyes. Not as hungry as I am, I bet. She unbuttons my leather pants, licking her lips like the needy little slut she is. I smile because she amuses me. She's trying to be so sexy, so wordly. She isn't the least bit alluring like.. I shake off thoughts of my pet because now is not the time. I watch her fingers skillfully work my cock from its leather prison. She takes it in her warm mouth and sucks me to the back of her throat. I grit my teeth, holding back a growl. I fuck her with hard thrusts. My hips flex and pump in and out of her mouth for a few minutes before pushing her away from me. Other hungers have made themselves known.

"Yeah," I murmur, "I want to play a new game." I lean into her neck feeling her pulse spike as I inhale her scent. Its not as appetizing as Isabella's, but it will suffice. For tonight. I let my fangs extend, nipping at her neck. She jerks back as a red line of blood runs down her neck and pools in her collarbone. Huh, a built in cup. How convenient! Noticing my face, her eyes widen. I must look down right frightful with my dark red eyes glowing with bloodlust, white fangs that flash in the firelight. I smile, showing more of the fangs- I do this just for shits 'n giggles.

"Omigod!" She tries to back up, not getting very far thanks to a glass table.

I take a crouching position, before saying, "Tag, you're it." I give her a head start. Letting her run out the front door, down the stone steps and into the front yard. The main road is a good mile and a half down a dirt lane. But I let her run. It's so much fun to catch your dinner- to hunt for it, work for it. Maybe it was the primal predator in me that wanted to feel like I had been victorious in my search for food. I thought about this as I slowly got up from the floor while adjusting my pants, walking out the door and into the night. The air was thick with fog, perfect conditions for a little game of hide and seek. But where oh where has my playmate gone?

I walk towards the darkest part of the yard, a path that leads to the woods and the dense forest beyond. I hear her heartbeat calling to me, I smell her fear. Why do they always run the wrong way? Up the stairs when they should have gone out the front door. Or in this case, out into the dark forest when town is down the road. Foolish little prey. My eyes adjust to the darkness, allowing me to see everything as if it were the middle of the day on a beautifully bright afternoon.

A branch snaps to the left of me. I wait for it, the sound of feet pounding on the wet forest floor. And when it comes, I take off running. I run a circle around her a few times just to mess with her head. It causes her to scream out when I am suddenly standing before her.

"Caught you!" I tease.

She screams again. Really? Such fanfare for me.

"Please don't hurt me." It's always the same plea. 'Don't hurt me. Let me go. No, not my head!' Blah, blah, fucking blah.

"Oh, Goldie. Don't fear. It won't hurt at all. You'll only feel a pinch, I promise. You might even enjoy it." I croon to her as I let my tongue run over the tip of my fang. It draws her eyes to them again. Eyes that widen in fear because, well, let's face it- they are that fucking impressive. Size does matter.

"Let me go. I want to go home." She whimpers. I roll my eyes at the pathetic fight she puts up. Why do they always ask to go home? As if the bad guy would have a sudden change of heart because the helpless victim asked? Ha! Dumb-shit.

"Well, there's lots of things I want as well. Like, a tan, for example. Doesn't mean I'm going to get it. I don't really fancy being extra crispy." I sigh. That's one thing that blows about this undead deal. No trips to the big Island for me.

"You're a vampire, aren't you?"

"Gee, what gave me away? The fangs, the red eyes, or was it the whole 'I vant to suck your blood.' thing?" I hiss with as much sarcasm as I can muster while leaning against a tree, my arms crossed over my chest.

"You know, you didn't give me a very good hunt. What'd ya say we try again? Now this time I want you to really run." I move in closer to her, looking deeply into her eyes, "Run hard and fast, Goldie." I smack her ass as she takes off like a little bat out of hell. I count to one hundred than start hunting again. Her screams echo off the trees as it takes me all of three seconds to catch up to her. That was hardly enough running to burn off the calories from eating her, or the built-up passion I had left over from my Isabella.

X

"Bella, you have to come with me. Please, oh please! It will be so awesome!" Angela begs Isabella about something the next day in class. I listen in like the good stalker I am. Rule number one: Always know the going-ons with your prey. Keeps things from getting too hectic as you try and keep up with your victim.

"If this band is 'so awesome' why doesn't Eric or Ben want to go with you? Angela, if you're going to have two boys, girl, don't waste such a gift. Make them take you."

"They have a Kung Fu movie marathon playing tonight at the cinema downtown. I'll even pay your way in. Please Bella?"

"Charlie will never go for it." Isabella seemed to be making excuses now. Did she not want to go out with Angela to see this band? I thought that was the kind of shit teenagers lived for.

"So we won't tell him. You think I'm telling my super-religious parents that I'm going all the way to Port Angeles to see a rock band? Hell no, girl! I told them I was taking a knitting class. What Charlie doesn't know can't hurt him."

"A knitting class? And your parents actually bought that?" Isabella raised a good question. I wanted to know the answer to that. Who the fuck would believe a seventeen year old girl would take a knitting class?

"You would be surprised the amount of complete bullshit a parental unit will believe just to live in their fantasy world where their children never have sex, never do drugs and still believe in Santa." Angela batted her eyes at Isabella.

"I guess so. It's just my mom was always really laid back in her raising of me." Isabella frowned when saying this. Translation: My mom didn't give a shit.

"Well, you tell your dad that you're hanging out with me, he won't give it a second thought as to what we're up to. Being the kid of a pastor does have some advantages." Angela winked at Isabella.

"Okay. We can try it."

Angela seemed more than just a little bit happy as she tried to squeeze Isabella to death. Just the act of her touching what was mine had a growl building in my chest. I really needed to get a grip.

"I'll be at your house by seven so we can get there in time to be in the front row. I'm so excited! Thanks Bella. Okay, I'll text you after school and we can figure out outfits and shit."

As I started up the class, I made plans to move my stalking up a level. I would follow my pet tonight and see what kind of girl Isabella was. Would she be the good girl that played it safe, or perhaps Isabella was a naughty little fox that knew how to live a little. I was looking forward to seeing her in action.

Bpov

As I packed a backpack with my real outfit for the evening, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I didn't really know Angela that well yet. Didn't know what to expect from her or the kind of place we were going to. Back home the clubs my friends and I snuck into were, for the most part, full of kids just like us who got in and didn't really expect much other than dancing, drinking sodas and hanging out. I just kept seeing in my mind a bar full of rednecks, bikers and hookers. I guess I hadn't lost my low opinion of Forks or the surrounding areas yet. Hopefully tonight would change that. I just had to keep myself in check so Charlie didn't suspect anything. God forbid he look in my backpack that held the scrap of fabric I called a dress. I had a feeling Charlie wouldn't think twice about locking his daughter up to keep her 'safe'.

Epov

I park the bike in the shadowed space near the boardwalk of downtown Port Angeles. I had tailed Angela's small Honda all the way here. The girls had blasted music, sang off key and seemed to have giggled more than they spoke on their ride here to this bar. I felt the stirrings of jealousy again as I noticed that once again Isabella wasn't so consumed with thoughts of me that she couldn't function. I pump her full of my venom and spunk, I bet she'd be going mad with need then.

As I took my helmet off, I wore it more to keep people from seeing my face rather than for protection, I ran my fingers through my hair. Which of course only caused the fucking mess to stand out even worse. I noticed Isabella was still in the car while Angela waited outside seeming to find something hilarious. As I got closer, walking towards them from across the parking lot, I could hear Isabella grunting and cursing. It wasn't until I saw her small feet clad in a pair of high heeled boots followed by her creamy long legs that I realized she had been changing clothes in the car. Jesus Christ! A growl breaks free from my chest. I feel the air leave me in a gasps. Pet is in a pathetic excuse of a dress- deep velvet purple that hugged her curves and had my hands flexing to do the same. Her hair was curled and falling around her small waist giving me ideas of what it will feel like spilled out across my thighs as I fuck her mouth.

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I stay back in the shadows watching them join the small line of people waiting outside the shit-hole to get into the bar. The crowd is mostly made up of college kids and a few older people who looked as if they had just gotten out of work. No fucking way pet is getting in. She looked like what she was: a hot high school chick who is pretending for the night that she's old enough to hang out in a bar. She stood no fucking chance of getting in. And if she actually pulled it off, they would eat her sweet ass alive in there. And that pissed me off again. Because if anyone was going to eat her, it was me!

Imagine my surprise when Angela, or hell on wheels as I had taken to calling her, walked up to the big mother fucking bouncer and seemed to be on a first name basis with the douche.

"Emmett bear! How's it hanging?" Angela smiles up at him.

"Damn it, A! How many times I gotta tell you to cut that shit out? I got a rep to live up to."

I watch Angela hand the dude a fifty and they hug like long lost besties before he lets her and Isabella into the place without a second glance. I was mildly impressed. Now to see how little Swan handles the place..

"…I love this shit!" Isabella yells over the thumping of the music as the band they came to see plays another heavy rock song. The set so far had been a cross between muse and Disturbed. Angela was a total rock 'n roll goddess. The girl loved her head banging. And Isabella loved to dance. Provocatively. More than once I stood in the corner and brooded over my beer because some bastard stared at her ass or tits as she danced around an oblivious Angela. I was taking names for later when I could kill them. On the last song from the band, Angela received a text from her boyfriend. Or maybe boyfriends would be a better word. Weird girl, that one.

"Eric and Ben are waiting for us by the car! I say we give it another five and then meet them. Okay?" She spoke into Isabella's ear from across the room. Thanks to my keen hearing it was like I was next to them.

"Okay. But I need to pee first. I'll meet you all there." Isabella shouted back.

"I don't know Bella. This isn't the kind of place you want to wander off."

"I'll be fine. Trust me, my dad's a cop."

That was such horseshit. Trust her not to end up raped because her father was a policeman? That's like thinking you won't get eaten by a bear because your great-grandfather hunted way back when. Stupid humans.

As she made her way through the crowd I follow her with my eyes and then I see him. A big bastard dressed from head to toe in leather. He wore a black bandana on his head and had a thick black beard. His black eyes, slightly red, followed Isabella's every move through the masses. Then he nodded to one of the guys he had been drinking with. His friend went one way, Black beard went the other. It was typical hunting tactic. And it had an unholy anger building in my gut. Isabella was oblivious to them hunting her. Just as they were oblivious to me hunting their asses...

Bpov

The line for the bathroom was a nightmare. And then to make matters worse the next band, the headliner, took to the stage and the bar seemed to triple in crowd size. I couldn't see a way to the exit we had come in near. So I tried to find another one. Luckily there was an open exit near the back that lead out into an alleyway. I watched as a few bar staff used it to come back in from having a smoke.

The alley was cold, wet and dark. It also smelled like rotted meat. Not my best idea to date. But I knew I just had to walk around the corner up the sidewalk and I'd find Angela and the guys waiting out front for me. That was until I noticed someone standing at the end of the alley. The vibe that the tall dark figure sent out had chills running across my arms. I turned to go back the way I came- fighting my way through that mess inside was a hell of a lot better than going around the shadow guy. But as I turned and walked back to the door to the club, it opened and another guy came out. This one was smaller but gave off the same bad feeling.

"Where you going honey?" He asked.

I stopped in the middle of the alley realizing they had planned this. And I was blocked, trapped. Taking a deep breath, I tried to run past the one near the back exit, thinking that maybe they weren't going to really try anything if they saw how scared I was. I was wrong.

"Now would you look at this. Where you tryin' to go? Rude running off on us like that." The bigger one said as his friend caught and held me from behind.

"Let me go and I won't scream." I kicked at the asshole's shins.

As the dark haired man came almost nose to nose with me, he laughed. It was a cold, mean laugh.

"Scream and I'll just make it hurt worse. We saw how you were dancing around in there like a little whore. Didn't we Scott?' He asked the man who's hold on me tightened as I could feel his rancid breath on my neck.

"Sure did, boss. Made me hard as fuck watching her little ass move."

"Tempting us like that and then we finally get you alone and you're a prude? I don't think so honey." He reached for the hem of my dress. Tears fell down my cheeks. God, this was going to hurt.

"Hold her still, damn it."

I was preparing for the worst when from the shadows a deep growl seemed to shatter the night. Then suddenly the man holding me was throw into the side of the building and then lying on the wet ground. I look up to see the other man is bent over panting while holding his stomach.

"Are you okay?" The voice. I'd know that voice anywhere. I had been dreaming about it since I had been in Forks. I look up into the face of Edward Masen. He looked like an avenging dark angel in his black leather jacket, boots and his hair was hanging over his eyes as he looked down at me. He looked pissed. Very pissed.

"Yeah. I'm okay now." I say as I take his offered hand. Heat shoots up my arm from the touch. His eyes seem to turn black as his fingers tighten on mine.

Epov

It comes to my attention as I watch my little pet almost get raped, that I might have anger issues. Seeing her doing what she could against someone who is clearly three times her size, to see her fight makes me feel kind of.. aroused. Weird emotion to feel at a time like this, but there you have it. Maybe I wouldn't have killed Goldie locks so fast if she had put up half the fight Isabella was currently doing.

"Come here you little cunt! I'm no where near done with your little ass." Black beard roars.

I was going to enjoy watching him die.

I grip the back of her head, forcing her to look at me, not the asshole insulting her. "Go wait for me up front. No matter what you hear, do not come back here." Keeping my eyes on the douche, I listen as Isabella runs off to the other side of the building where the lights from the bar push back the shadows.

I can now focus on killing... Huh, I realize I don't know roadkill's name. "What's your name?"

"Bob."

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Bob? Doesn't really scream serial rapist, you know what I mean?" I look him up and down before taunting him some more. "Anyway, Bob, I'm going to be taking the girl with me now, and you can go fuck yourself. Judging by how damned ugly you are, I'd say you're used to that by now."

"Is that right?" He took a step closer to me.

"Yeah, I think that about covers it."

"I think," He says with a sneer, "you're the fucked one, bud." At that moment a few more bikers from hell move from the back door and from behind a dumpster.

"Awe, would you look at that. Your girlfriends want to join in on the fun! Sorry bitches, but I'm not the orgy kind of guy. Bit of a loner, really. Especially if it's a group of dudes." I address the men closing in. And then I turn back to Bobby, "Tell them to back the fuck off or else."

"Else what?"

"They die along with you."

Bob makes the mistake of taking a swing at me. I mov to the left so fast his eyes can't track it. Then I catch his hand as it punches the air where I had just stood moments ago.

"I said, mother fucker, to back down!" I snarl. I then hear the distinct sound of his arm breaking followed by a girly scream. "Jesus, Bob. Have the balls to take it like a man. I did warn ya, brother."

Bob, clearly not the smartest bastard, tries to kick me in the nads. "Oh, Bob. The groin shot? Really? What kind of man goes for another man's nuts? You hiding fairy wings under that leather jacket?" I ask as I throw out my left leg in a sweep that knocks Bob on his ass. See Bob fall. See Bob sleep. Nighty night, Bob.

I move on to the other men who are standing there slack jawed and wide eyed. I hear one of the more ugly fuckers drop the chain he was about to use on me.

Growling out, I ask them all, "Who the fuck is next?" I'd make this quick so I could go find my girl.

A/N: Next chapter will pick up from where we left our sweet Edward. And things will heat up between our teacher and his pet. Darkward wanted me to tell you ladies he thanks you from the bottom of his "Little Black Heart" for all the love for his story. Personally I think it's my story, but whatever. Lol A lot more to come soon. Thanks everyone!