Song: "Night of the Hunter" 30 Seconds To Mars
~*The Student*~
"Scared?"
She just stares at me. Her eyes taking in my face, always cutting back to my fangs. The little crease between her brows deepens, then she takes a deep breath- as if to calm herself. I feel her move under me. I groan as I slowly pull out of her, but remain between her leg. Hating the loss of her warmth.
"Wait." She whispers before she once again studies my features.
Time seems to tick by unbearably slow. "Isabella, you didn't answer my question. Are you afraid?"
Moving one hand, she takes her index finger- which is shaking with nerves- and touches my lips.
"You're ... beautiful." While she says this in an almost dazed way, her pulse picks up. From what emotion, I did not know.
Jesus Christ. Of all the things to say in this moment.
"Time for you to go home, Isabella." I stand to put my pants on, turning my back to her. I have to close my eyes and take a minute. Wondering how fast I can leave Washington without causing too much notice. A million thoughts run through my mind. How many lives will be taken this time? How can I go from wanting to fuck her, to wanting to kill her, back to wanting to just .. Be with her? This. This is why I should stick with nameless bimbos.
"You don't scare me." I hear her moving around.
I turn back to her so fast she jumps away. Raising an eyebrow to her I say, "Really? Not scared at all?" I move towards her. "Your heartbeat tells a different story, my pet. I can feel your blood rushing through your body." One more step closer.
Isabella swallows hard. "I don't understand this." Her head tilts to the left. Her right hand on her stomach.
"Don't you? I should think it would be quite easy to work out by now. Now that you've seen all this." I wave a hand towards my face. "Now that you know my big bad dark secret."
I stand in front of her. I can see the flames from the fire dancing in her dark eyes. I can smell her scent and mine mixed together, heavy in the air. It causes my cock to pulse, pushing against the zipper of my pants. All the while the storm rages on outside. Fitting. As if to reflect the storm within myself. The conflict of emotions going on inside me that are ripping through my gut like a hurricane.
"I thought, at the most, that you were-"
"I was what?" I ask, curious to hear her theories on me.
Isabella's eyes roam around the room before landing back on me. I was loath to admit I liked the feel of those chocolate eyes on me.
"Don't laugh at me." She eyes me.
"Wouldn't dream of it." I cut a hand through the air. Nothing about this seems humors to me right now. Not when my very comfortable life is being threatened. Not when I am trying to figure out how I can possibly kill her now. How much mess I've gotten myself into with this one human girl.
"A fallen Angel."
A broken promise, I laugh. "Oh, pet. I am nothing close to an angel. Even a fallen one at that." I shake my head.
"I have to believe that you're good. That you aren't.. that I didn't just have sex with a .. ."
"Go on. Say it, Isabella." I brushed my fingers across her warm cheek that is still flushed from our fucking. "A what?" I croon to her.
A tear runs down her cheek, over my fingers. "A vampire." I watch as another tear rolls down and flows over her full pink lips. The same lips I had tasted only moments ago. I fight the urge to lick the salty goodness from those lips. "Are you going to kill me?" She stands up straight as she asks me this.
Brave woman-child. Something inside me twists. A respect builds. And with it, a new fear. One I've never known before. Something tells me the fun and games are at an end. Fucking sucks since I do love my games. Or, perhaps I am wrong, and the games will continue.
"Haven't hurt you so far. Have I?" My voice sounds off to me. As if I'm far away from myself.
She shakes her head no. Suddenly asking, "How old are you?"
Without thought, I say, "Twenty-seven." The truth has always been very tongue in cheek with me. I give just enough to answer, but never more than that.
Isabella licks her lips. I watch as the tear drop gets picked up by her own tongue. I feel.. jealous of it. What a stupid, pointless emotion. "How long have you been twenty-seven?"
I can't hide my amusement. Clever girl. "A very long time." I grab her hip, unable to keep my hands to myself.
"Okay." She exhales.
"Okay?" What the hell does that mean?
"Yeah. Okay. I watch True Blood. I've read Anne Rice. I can handle this." Her innocence on this boggles my mind. And serves to piss me off.
"I'm not some Hollywood creation, Isabella. I'm not Romeo with fangs." I sneer, unable to keep the resentment from my tone.
She frowns up at me for a moment. I can see the thoughts, questions in her mind. The fact she hasn't run away screaming yet is impressive.
"If you're a .. what you are.. how can you, um-" She motions to where we had just had sex.
"Human blood. As long as I stay on a diet of human blood, my body functions as normally as yours does. It's when I stop drinking human blood that problems arise." Not that I had any intention of stopping. I give a humorless laugh. "Natures way of being a bitch."
Isabella takes a step back. "Human blood."
"What else did you think a vampire drinks, Isabella? Grape juice?" I let her back up and finish putting on my shirt. But I leave my jeans unbuttoned. My cock was hard again. For her. "If I were to try a diet of animal blood I would be nothing more than a waif. No speed, no strength and no erections." I shudder at the mere thought. "I am what I am."
She seems to ponder on that. "Why me? Why did you pick me to sleep with? Why pick a career as a Biology teacher in Forks Washington of all places?"
"I wanted you. It's like anything else in life. What we desire, we rarely have a say in it. And like I have said before- when I want something I go after it. I wanted you, I got you. As for the teaching, well, I've always been fascinated with biology. Even before becoming a vampire. And, lastly, take a look outside sweetheart. Clouds, clouds and more clouds as far as the eye can see. No sun to turn me into burnt toast. But what I really want to know," I look her over from the top of her beautiful head to the bottom of her tiny feet. "Is why you're not screaming. Like last night."
"Last night. First of all, I woke up to you hovering over me in the dark with glowing red eyes. I think I'm allowed to be a bit freaked by that. Especially after you had just taken my- I was about to lose.. Erm- "
"Your virginity?"
Isabella's face turns bright red. Then her eyes widened. "Oh God. Did I.. how come the blood didn't send you into a feeding frenzy? Or something."
She made me sound like a shark.
"That's any easy one to answer. You didn't have any blood to spare. Trust me, if you had, I would have licked that up like a kitten to milk."
Her breathing hitches, but she quickly moves on. "But I should have bled. I was a virgin." She whispers.
"Not everyone bleeds, Isabella." Unfortunately.
"What will you do with me now?"
I run a finger along her jaw line. Such a loaded question. "What do you want me to do with you?"
I watch as a million emotions flash across her young face. Everything from fear and excitement, to hunger and sadness. Isabella was once again breathing fast. Her chest rising and falling with her panting. Her breath fanned across my neck, her sweet scent driving the lust I felt.
"I didn't come here for this, you know." She states matter-of-factly.
"Why did you come to me?" I look down upon her.
"I-" She puts her hands on my chest to try and stop me from getting closer. No such luck.
"You.. What? What do you feel, Isabella?" Our bodies were touching from hips to chest.
"I can't think. I feel cold and hot all at the same time. I'm dizzy. So many feelings."
"Hmm." I lean down and run my nose from her collarbone to the hollow behind her ear. Just greedily taking in her mouthwatering scent. "I want you again. I want to feel you take me inside." I whisper in her ear. Her heartbeat is so loud that it drowns out the thunder.
"Please." She twists my shirt in her hands.
I can feel how unsteady she is in my arms. How she trembles.
I don't know what it was that caused my next move. Guilt perhaps. Some sudden growth of a conscience. But whatever it was, it had me backing away from her. Instinctively knowing she'd had enough for one day.
"Go home, Isabella. Go home, climb into your warm safe bed and know that there aren't any monsters there waiting. That they've been sated this night and you're safe." For now. "Sleep well in the knowledge that the Devil is taking a night off."
She turns, gathers her belongings, and heads for the door. Once there, she looks back at me.
"I promise I won't tell anyone about .. What you are. I'll keep your secret."
The truth in her innocent dark eyes would leave me feeling haunted hours, days, hell, weeks later. Trusting little fool.
"Go. Before I change my mind."
I watch from my front door as she runs to her truck in the pouring rain, starts the rust-bucket, disappearing from my sight.
That night I didn't go hunting.
A/N: Hello Beauties! Some might think Bella took that all in way too easily. But think about Meyer's Bella. She seemed to look past the whole vampire thing as well. They moved right on into the ILY's ;)
I know it was a short chapter. There will be much more talk about this subject between these two. The fun times are just starting! Oh, the naughty that will come!
I had someone tell me they couldn't read my story until I fixed the spacing. I'm sorry if it's not broken up enough for you all. While I don't have the time to go back and fix that now, (Will have to wait until story is done) it will be something I am very mindful of in future chapters. Thank you for telling me in a respectful, thoughtful way :)
The next chapter will have things getting much, muuuch hotter! Thanks for reading!