Twilight doesn't belong to me. But this story right here is all mine.
Song: The Collapse by Adelitas Way
Warning: This chapter contains some violence. If that bothers you, you're SOL with this story! Lol
This is where 'Darkward' lives up to his name.
~*The Student*~
"Bella! There you are." Angela waves me over to her as she hangs off the arm of Eric Yorkie while their friend Ben looks up from playing with his iphone. I glance back to the alley I had just come from. Where Mr. Masen was dealing with those rotten men. I worried that if he ended up hurt, I would only have myself to blame for my lack of common sense.
"Where have you been?"
"The line for the bathroom was long?" I didn't mean to form it as a question but that's the way it came out. Three sets of eyes look past me to the dark corner I had just come from. "A really long line."
~X~
Epov
The pack of guys form a perfect circle around me. These were the kind of men that made it a hobby to rip people apart. Muscles upon muscles covered in leather and chains were all I could see. They planned to bring everything they had at me. And I welcomed it. In fact, I couldn't fucking wait.
"Come on boys. Let me see what you fuckers got!" I wave them toward me.
A big bald giant takes a step and with it, a swing at me. I can hear the wind from his fist as it soars right for my face. I don't think so ass-swipe. My face is too good to mess up. I catch his fist in my open hand before crushing it. His bones shatter like glass as I push him back, knocking two others down in the process.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of silver. I block the blade with my left arm just in time to throw an upper cut to the man's throat with my right hand. He starts to choke as he realizes his airflow is now blocked. His lips are turning blue like he had been sucking off Papa Smurf.
"That's my big brother! I'm gonna kill you, you fucker!" I turn as one of the knocked down bastards screams out as he comes running at me all red faced and pissing mad.
He picks up the knife his brother had just tried to use against me. I brace myself for the impact of this one. I feel my thighs tighten up, my back flex. Just as he's in range I drop a roundhouse kick to his chest causing his head to snap back from the impact. The knife in his hand snags the edge of my leather jacket, tearing a hole in it.
"Dick face! That's my favorite jacket." I throw the knife hitting him right in the stomach. He bends over clutching his gut as blood begins to rush out from the wound.
I look around at the last two who are silently communicating to one another on how they're going to take me down- Or how they think they are. I kind of feel bad about killing them.. Not much, really. Okay, none at all.
"Think about this, boys. You really want to get your asses kicked?" They keep coming. "Okay, if you really want to die tonight in some dirty-ass alley, I'm game." I smile.
"Once you're dead, your little bitch is mine. I'm going to enjoy her tight pussy while my brother here fucks her firm ass hard."
Wrong. Fucking. Thing. To. Say.
There's been times in my long life when I've gotten more pissed than was healthy. We're talking I-could-have-turned-green- Edward. Smash. Angry. But here, now, with this cock-sucker, I was beyond pissed. I was feral. It was a burning from the inside out. I could feel the monster seeping its way, crawling its way out.
Things were about to get messy.
"What the… what's wrong with his eyes, man?" The other one asks.
"The hell?" The dead man says as he backs up. It's too fucking late for that shit now that he's woken up the demon.
"What the fuck are you?"
"I'm death." I rush at him.
My eyes glowing red, things around me distort into pulsing flashes of rage and hate. The darkest parts of myself are let loose. I pull back as I let the demon have free reign over them. My fangs throb, dripping with the venom and the bloodlust that comes over me like an evil wave of revenge. I feel his blood run down my chin onto my chest as I tear open his throat. His blood is bitter and tastes of the ugliness that lives within him. He jerks and gasps for air that will never again come. He beats on my arms and chest as I sink my fangs deeper into his flesh, tearing, ripping, snarling. This has nothing to do with hunger, and everything to do with killing him for daring to take what's mine! I pull back, looking up to the full moon above and the thick clouds that shimmer around it. In this moment I feel every bit the animal I am. The animal I have been for far too long. In these moments I can almost remember what I was before, what I never again will be. I feel his sticky blood still warm flowing down my body as he dies by my hands. As the light in his eyes grow dim.
"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT ARE YOU?" The last man standing screams out as he backs up. I want him to shut up so I pick up the body in my hands and throw it at him using all my strength. It sounds like a bomb goes off as the dead body hits him. I watch as they slam into the building- leaving them nothing more than raw meat.
I look around the mess I've made in this alley. Bodies left and right. It looks like a leather factory blew up. It reeks of not only the rot of garbage, old sex and sin, but now also death. It shocks me every time I come out of such a raging fight to find the complete carnage in my wake.
I look down at the bloody mess I am. To my stained red hands. "Well shit." That's going to be hard to explain to Isabella. As I think of her I feel parts of my anger rising again at the thoughts of what could have happened this night had I not come. Had I not been such a good stalker..
All jokes aside, I feel sick. Sick and tired. Good thing she wasn't here to witness this. I realize as a vampire I am nothing more than a monster. A murderer. I had, long ago, accepted that fact. I even welcomed my fate. What was the point in fighting your true nature? But never have I ever forced myself on a woman. Such an act, even to a soulless fucker like me, is too evil. Men like the ones now lying dead around me, they would have raped her, beaten her, shared her within the pack and then killed her. I could see Isabella's pale, bruised body left in a ditch somewhere, naked and alone. Her every hole filled with their sick cum. I wanted to revive them just so I could once again kill them all.
I look at their blood dripping from the brick walls, mixing with the dirt and grim on the pavement and I smile. Then I look back to what's left of the bikers. Right. Time to clean up.
~X~
I see Isabella standing around with Angela and the two other geeks from my class as I come around the corner. I look down one more time to make sure I have cleaned away all evidence that I was ever apart of a bloodbath.
"Mr. Masen!" Angela looks like a guilty child who knows they've been busted.
Not in the mood for small talk, and worried the bloodlust still taints my voice, I simply say to her, "Angela, you can go on now. I'll be taking Isabella home."
"If Bella's going to get into trouble then I'm going to be there with her." She juts her chin out.
"No one's getting in any trouble if you do as I say. Angela, you've always been an exceptional student in my classroom. I see no reason to involve your parents at this time. But I warn you to use caution. If I see you sneaking into any more bars I won't be as willing to turn a blind eye the next time." God, being a grown up sucks donkey balls.
Angela nodded her thanks before asking , "Are you sure Bella?"
I don't give Isabella a chance to answer. "I'll make sure she gets home." At some point. Angela and Eric get in her car as Ben gets in his. They drive off and suddenly it's just she and I.
Bpov
I tried giving Angela the eye. The one that says 'Shut the hell up and go away!' But in a friendly way. Was she really questioning if I wanted to ride back with her in her Tiny little Honda with the "Jesus is my Co-Pilot" Bumper sticker, or would I like to have Mr. Hot stud take me home. Alone. No fucking brainer! To be fair though, Angela didn't know about my massive-bordering-on-obsessive-crush I had for Mr. Masen.
"I'm good, Angela. Thanks." I smile as she gets in her car with Eric. Leaving me alone with him.
Dear God, please don't let me throw up on him. Or, like, dry hump his leg.
Epov
"What happened back there?" Was the first thing out of her mouth.
"Don't worry about it." I start walking. "My car is this way, Isabella."
I lead her across the dark parking lot. My eyes taking in every single thing. Never know when more bikers from hell might pop up. I feel her stop. Turning to look over my shoulder I ask, "What is it?"
"I thought you said your car was this way."
"Yes, so?"
"I don't see a car. Only that bad ass bike over there."
I just continue to look at her.
"No way! That thing is yours? What happened to the sensible car?"
Ah, she's noticed my geek-mobile.
"Contrary to what you might believe, even teachers can lead lives that aren't full of grading papers and riding around in power scooters." I nod my head towards my ride, silently telling her to move it.
Isabella frowns and bites at the corner of her bottom lip as she walks slowly on. I remember the softness and the taste of that lip. But even I know that I need to come down from the rush of the kills I just made before I even think about touching her again.
"Something wrong?" I ask when we reach the bike.
"I'm not exactly dressed for riding." The her eyes widen in horror. "Oh, my God!"
'What now?" I growl. My body is still too tense from the fight and from being near her. I've got one damn nerve left and Isabella is currently riding it. Hard. I'd like her to be riding something else..
"I left my backpack in Angela's car!"
"Look, you can put my jacket on. That should cover most of your … uh, legs. And the open part of your," I motion to the bottom of her dress like an idiot, "dress that shows your.. " God, this sucked. "It'll be pressed up against my back so no one will see."
All I saw was the white of her eyes.
Swallowing, Isabella ignores that and moves on. "My father can't see me coming home in this! I left in jeans. I come back looking like this and He'll hit the roof! Or go for his gun."
I take a step closer to her. I allow my eyes to flow over her body. Every curve, every exposed inch of her creamy goodness on display for my hungry eyes, I take it all in. Then I think about the other men who did the same tonight and my temper gets the better of me.
"Perhaps you should have thought of that before."
Her eyes narrow as she looks up at me. Hands on her curvy hips, she asks, "Before what, exactly?"
"Before you decided to play dress-up- Hooker Barbie style." I had the great pleasure of seeing her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger.
"Dress up? What's wrong with the way I look?"
Nothing. Everything. I wanted to strip her here and now. I wanted to fuck her over the side of my bike and feel her come all over my dick. I'm guessing most men had that exact desire as they looked at her. And that was just fucking wrong. On about every damn level I could think of.
"A little girl who wanted to pretend for one night she was womanly enough to handle the bar scene." But looking at her now with her hair wild and begging to be pulled, her breasts pushed up just waiting for my lips, my tongue, Isabella looked nothing like a little girl. And every bit like a woman I could ride hard.
"Excuse me? A little girl?" She wants to challenge me on this. I can see it in her eyes. Smell it on her skin.
"Do you have any idea what almost happened to you tonight, Isabella? Any clue at all what those men, there were more of them lying in wait in case you wanted to know, what they would have done to your small body? You would have been shared- passed around like a joint. Then they would have killed you. Like a kill in a pack of wolves, there would have been nothing left identify!" I knew my anger was out of control here but I just couldn't shake the damn image of her bloodied, beaten, used dead body that someone would have found sooner or later.
At first I thought she would hit me. Christ knows I would have earned that one. But no, Isabella's little chin trembles and tears fill her eyes before she turns away from me sniffing. Damn it all to hell! That, for some fucking reason, was worse than if she'd taken a nail gun to my balls.
"I'm sorry. Just forget I said that." I grit my teeth. I don't apologize. To anyone. Ever.
She wipes under her eyes before turning back around. Her nose is red and her eyes are still full of unshed tears.
"You should have just let me go with Angela. Why didn't you?" She asked while frowning up at me with those big dumb, beautiful eyes. Her tears left sliver tracks in the limited moon light. My fingers move as if they have a mind of their own and would caress her cheeks. Fuck that.
"Because I couldn't." The words softly slip out before I can pull the back in. I turn to the bike to prepare it for our ride, cursing my slip up.
"Why?" She asks in a small voice.
"You ask a lot of questions." I growl out.
"You mean 'a lot' like you try to dodge all my questions?"
"No. I just don't feel like having a heart to heart here in the middle of a parking lot."
"What happened to those men?"
"It's taken care of. "
"What does that mean?"
"Just what I said. They won't be bothering you again. The message was delivered." By my hands and fangs. I leave that part out, of course.
"How?" She eyes me like I just stole something from her. Only thing I wanted to take from this witchy little fairy was her virginity.
"I had a talk with them man to man."
"What does that even mean?" Frustration rises in her tone.
I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling at it to keep from shaking her. Or kissing her.
"I used my fists to get my point across. Okay, Isabella? I beat the shit out of them."
Her mouth opens and closes four times before she blinks up at me. "You .. fought them. All of them? Oh my God!"
Her eyes roam over my body. But not in a fun way or anything. Just in a you're-the-shit kind of way.
"There's not a scratch on you." She pulls at my jacket. I wanted to ask her if she wanted to check the rest of my body.
"I'm a good fighter."
"But you said there was more of them hiding."
"Yeah, they were waiting." For a piece of you. Again, I don't say that part out loud.
"How many did you fight off?"
"Let's just forget about it. Its past."
"Why can't you just tell me?"
"It's not important now. It's over and done with. I'd like to get on the bike now. So here," I shove the helmet at her.
Isabella looks from the helmet, to me, back to the helmet. She hands it back and then she walks off.
"Where do you think you're going?" I yell.
"Away from you and your pompous, secretive ass!" She speeds up her walking. Making her ass wiggle in a most delishious way.
"The hell you are!" I can hear the barely contained rage in my voice.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I carry her back to where we were before. I push her up against the bike, placing my hands on each side of her hips. Her legs are between my legs. Caging her in, holding her there, I watch as she licks her dry lips nervously. I want to take those lips between mine, sucking, licking and biting them until she gives into my every dark desire I have for her body. Until she is begging for my cock just as I am dying to fuck her.
"You're not going anywhere."
"Says who?" Her little chin lifts in defiance. I would have been mildly impressed had her voice not shaken, or her eyes not darken with lust.
"I do. And I get a big say because I saved that little ass of yours. I don't fancy seeing it in trouble again. Too much work to keep you safe." I say this more to myself than to her.
"It's not your job to look after me."
"Such a stupid lamb." I sigh, smirking as I think about how fun it will be to show her who is in control here.
"Did you just call me stupid?"
"You're not wandering off so that another gang can make you their mascot. You're not going to call Angela to come back and pick you up. You're going with me. Now. And yes, I did call you a stupid lamb. Because that's what you're acting like."
"Does that make you my Sheppard?" Sarcasm thick in her tone.
I move in closer. Forcing her to lean back. Pushing my hips against hers, I think about my answer.
"No. I'm not your Sheppard, Isabella." I smile.
Her eyes fall to my lips. She seems dazed. Then her mouth opens, she licks her dry lips once more, my insides beg for a taste.
"Then what does that make you?"
Feeling bold, I speak the truth.
"The wolf lying in wait."
I take off the jacket, throw it around her body, seeing how it swallows her up. Zipping it to her chin, I then thrust the helmet into her hands. She seems to be mulling over what I just said. Perfect timing. Maybe she won't fight me anymore tonight.
"Put this on then get your little ass on the bike, Isabella."
I jump on myself and start her up. The bike's sound bouncing off the empty parking lot and buildings surrounding it. I feel her slowly slid in behind me.
"You're not like any teacher I've ever known." She yells over the noise.
I find myself laughing out at that. Oh pet, you have no fucking idea. But she will.
"Hold on tight." Giving no warning, I hit the throttle, sending us off into the thick night. I watch in the rearview mirrors as flames and black smoke finally seep up into the night sky behind the bar. Thanks to the little fire I started in a dumpster full of a certain gang. Isabella never looks back.
~X~
Bpov
I was holding onto him. My arms were around his waist. I could feel how rock-hard his abs were. Oh God, I may have whimpered a little bit. He smelled so good, he felt so good. I had this irrational desire to rub my achy center-that was so close to him- right up against his hard back. Did I mention he smelled good? I was dying.
Epov
I could feel her breath coming out in short, fast spurts. Isabella was holding on so tightly to me I was afraid she would hurt herself. I could feel her long legs on either side of mine. I wanted reach back there and wrap those legs around my waist. I drove a little slower than I normally would have, she seemed to be freaking the fuck out a bit.
Parking three houses down near a trail that lead to the thick woods behind the homes, I turn off the bike and ease off of it. I help Isabella with her helmet. Noticing she is wide-eyed and chilled. Perhaps the 'sensible car' does have its uses.
"Come on, Isabella." I start walking towards her house.
"Wait! You can't do that. Please don't tell my father." She pulled on my arm.
Looking down at her hand there, I had to grit my teeth. The night, the ride, all of it was pushing my control too far.
"I'm not going to speak to your father, Isabella. I'm just going to make sure you get to your driveway safely." I lean in to her, whispering. "Because even though this is a small town, there are a lot of bad people in this world." Like me.. "I think you found that out tonight, yeah?"
As we got closer to the home, I could sense her dad was asleep in his chair. His dreams pertaining of fishing and beer. A deep man, our chief was.
As we reach her driveway, I turn to her. "I don't think you'll have any trouble sneaking past your dad."
"Why are you being so… cool about this? Most teachers would have ratted me out, called my father and scolded me."
"I'm not most teachers. I'm not like most anybody, really." I laugh at my private joke. "But you will remember, Isabella, I did give you a stern … talking to you. Did I not, lamb?"
"Bella." She blurts out.
"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow.
"You can call me Bella. If you want. It's just that Isabella is so formal."
"I like your name. Isabella.. it suits you."
"Oh. No, I mean, I like it too. But if you wanted.. You can call me Bella sometimes." She mumbles on. I find it kind of endearing and not as annoying as I would have thought.
"Hmm." I pretend to think about it. "How about I only call you Isabella when I'm cross with you about something?" I smirk as her heartrate picks up. Something tells me I will spend a lot of my time calling her Isabella.
"Uh huh. Okay." She's doing that dazed thing with her eyes again.
"Right then. Goodnight, Bella. Sleep well."
I walk back to my bike, turning once to see her grab a spare key from a flower pot before unlocking the door and quietly stepping into the house.
See you soon.
{Bella's bedroom later on that night}
Bpov
Dreams. Nightmares of strangers holding me down, touching me harshly, feel my mind. Flashes of dark shadows and black eyes moving around me. I can't seem to stand up on my own. I begin to cry out for someone. For anyone to help me. I cry out as a rough hand grabs at my breast. Gripping, bruising me. But then he is there. Moving out from the shadows, he comes to me.
Suddenly the harsh, foul men are gone. The mean touches are replaced by a lover's caress. He kisses me, whispering how he was here now. That I was safe. I beg for his touch. I want more. I want him moving over me. Protecting me, filling me with all he can give.
"Please. Please." I reach up to him.
"Shhh Pet. I'm here. Let me make you feel good."
And he does. Oh God, he makes me feel everything. His touch soothes me, excites me, drives me mad! It takes away all the sorrows and all the anger. It leaves me drunk off pleasure.
Something stirs at the edge of my mind. I feel as if I'm being pulled from a portal. Like rushing back to the real world after a dream that was too good to leave behind.
I wake up in my bed. This feels familiar. Like all this has happened before.. The dreams are so real. I begin to cry as I feel lost and alone. I'm wet and needy. I want him! That's when I hear the growl from the open window. I look to see him standing there in his dark jeans, his tight black shirt he wore tonight. His hair hanging around his face. Oh God. I'm losing it! I want it to be real. I need it to be real!
"Please let this be real. Please tell me. God, tell me this isn't a dream." I grip the heavy sheets that have twisted around me.
Epov
When I snuck back into her house hours later after she had finally gone to sleep, I thought I would only stay a few moments. For some fucking reason I needed to stay with her, sit with her for awhile. It was total bullshit as I had taken care of the ones who dared to hurt her. But there I sat like a pussy.
But then she had become restless and upset in her sleep. I tried to soothe her. Normally my mouth on hers was enough. Not so tonight. Here she is sitting up in her bed. Her lush lips trembling, her warm cheeks covered in tears, I can smell her need for me. The scent of her arousal fills me with a hunger I've never known. Her nipples are tight and dark red under her white tank. Fuck. I'm shaking with my need.
Then she says it:
"Tell me this isn't a dream." She begs. And my control snaps.
Growling, I move across the room in a rush to get to her. Yanking her sheets from her, I crawl up the bed to get to her center of warmth. Hiking her leg up over my hip, I take her lips with my own.
"It's not a fucking dream."
Not anymore.
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