I don't own the Twilight Saga. I just own this little fic.

Warning: Violence & sexual content in this chapter.

Song: "If I Was Your Vampire" By Marilyn Manson

~*The Student*~

{Charlie Swan Pov}

I took a sip of the bitter coffee, wincing as it went down thick and only mildly warm. Mrs. Cope, who ran the front desk like a well-oiled machine, had the day off to spend with her grandkids. So that meant Mark had been the one to put on the first pot of coffee. Damned kid. At twenty-five Mark Daniels stood at five-feet-ten-inches and was about as stealthy as a bull in a China shop. To add insult to injury, the boy made terrible coffee.

I lean back in my chair as I once again go over the reports Sheriff Davidson up in Port Angeles had sent over for me to take a look at. He was having a hell of a time trying to figure out who had killed those bikers. Since Tom and I grew up in the same town, went to the same schools and had always run within the same group of friends, he trusted me more than any other. But still, it was a hard pill for any man to swallow to ask for help on a case like this. A man liked to keep things in his own hands when a crime happened in his own backyard. I could understand that. I would feel the same if it happened here. Maybe that was why I was so hell-bent on finding those responsible. So that this wouldn't come to my neck of the woods. Whoever this killer was, he was good at covering his tracks. Damn good.

"Nothing new come in yet, Chief?" Mark asked as he sat down in front of my desk.

Shaking my head, I grunted out my reply. "Not a thing." I leaned forward while eyeing the latest report that was basically the same shit as all the others: Bodies burned beyond recognition, no official IDs made as of yet. Still waiting on dental records. And family had yet to come forward.

I sigh as I looked up. "It's like he's a damn ghost. No prints, no one saw or heard anything that night. Hell, even the damn cameras were out of commission. It seems like everything was in this fuckers favor." And against us working the case.

I watch as Mark pops another piece of gum into his mouth as his eyes narrow in thought.

"You quite smoking again there, Daniels?" I smirk. This had to have been Mark's fifth time of trying to quite. At least, since I've known him.

Nodding he said, "It's hell, Chief. I'm as jumpy as a virgin on prom night." He rubbed the back of his neck.

I couldn't help but laugh at the kid. He might not be the best deputy around, but he gave this job his all. Couldn't ask for more than that.

"Not to mention with all this going on right now, I really need a smoke." He hung his head.

I had to agree with him there. Probably not the best time to stop smoking. Our stress levels were rising with each day and nothing new to go on.

"But I suppose there's bound to be break in the case at some point. I mean with both departments on this, surely something will be found." Mark shrugged.

"I hope it's soon," I said with a frown. I didn't want a killer coming to Forks. I didn't want anyone else hurt.

~Bpov~

He didn't come to me last night. I hated to admit it, but I really thought he would come to my bedroom like he had before. Maybe he would slid into bed with me and... what? What did I think he would do? I didn't really know. But it seemed now that I had given it up, my vampire was losing interest. Could he be bored with me already?

Shoving the covers back, I got out of bed and headed for the shower. A cold shower to help cool me off since my skin was overheated from anger and, perhaps, arousal. I missed him too much. I was becoming one of those girls.

As I washed my hair, I tried to go over everything we had said to one another since we had slept together. Sadly, it wasn't much. What we needed was some time alone. Yes, alone time with a vampire would be a wonderful idea, Bella! Even my sarcastic side was over it.

I knew I was just asking for it here, but I couldn't seem to help myself. I just hoped my crazy life settled down soon enough because my nerves were shot and I was fast approaching the point of no return.

*Epov*

Before the breaking of dawn I slipped out of her bedroom and into the gray light of a new day. It had felt like ages since I had touched her. And for a seven hundred year old vampire to feel that way said a lot. I craved her like a desert craved the rain. Look at me being a little romantic bitch over some random high school student. But I knew it was true none-the-less.

As I crossed into the thickly wooded area behind her home, running faster than any mortal eye could detect, I thought about why I had kept a safe distance from her. My body longed for hers. My lips and tongue could almost taste her there. I didn't understand what kept me from just taking her again. I could so easily in the middle of the night when she lay there, wild and free in her dreams of me, take her and know that she would give herself freely to me. And if she did not, that wouldn't stop me just as it had never stopped me before.

I jump over the wide Sol Duc river, landing firmly on the other side before running harder. I was pushing myself, trying to burn the passion off, trying to wear out the needs I had for her. She was getting too close. She was changing the game. I just needed to get things back on track.

No, I thought as I suddenly came to a stop. I knew what would fix this. I knew how to get myself back to my normal routine of sucking the life-literally- out of humans. I had to kill Isabella. But even as I thought that a revolt rose up inside me. So strong and powerful was it that it had me taking a step back. A snarling, animalistic growl built inside me. I had to fight the urge to turn back to the path I had just come from. The path that lead back to Isabella alone in her warm bed.

"What the fucking hell is this about?" I asked aloud.

I had truly lost my mind. And over what? In the world of humans she wasn't even much to look at. Compared to someone like, say, Rosalie Hale she wasn't all that good looking. Much. Rosalie would be a steak. And Bella? Well, she would be a hamburger.

"And a burger is nothing. The steak, however, that is something to be savored." I smiled as I ran the rest of the way back to my home. To get ready for a new day. A fresh start. A day where, hopefully, blood would be spilled.

~Bpov~

I waited until Charlie had left before running up to my room, ripping my bathrobe off and dressing in what I was sure to be my way of getting the attention of my vampire. Was I crazy? Probably. But I couldn't take another night of not seeing him, touching him. I couldn't take another night of not having him.

I smile and did a bit of a twirl as I stare at myself in the full-length mirror. If this didn't get his attention, then he was more dead than I thought!

*Epov*

I repress a sigh as I walk down the sidewalk leading into building five where my classroom resides. As I pass children everywhere, I mentally contemplate what it would be like to just start working my way through the masses. A ripped head here, a slit throat there. Some of these little fuckers I would enjoy killing more than others. People like Jessica cum-sucker Stanley and Mike shit-for-brains Newton. And then others like our fair-haired maiden Rosalie Hale. Her, I would take all kinds of time to enjoy.

As I turn to the hallway leading to my corner of the world, who should I happen to see coming my way? None other than Ms. Hale herself. Looking quite tempting in a tight black skirt and soft red silk shirt. Her long golden hair is flowing down around her full breasts. It's enough to make any man go insane with lust. Or to cause a vampire's mouth to water.

Very nice, I think as she nears. Not the fiery lust I needed, but a solid blood-lust. Ah, lust is lust, no?

She sees me and flashes a bright smile. "Hello there, Edward! Lovely day isn't it?"

A lovely day to kill something.. "How are you today.. Ms. Hale?" I smile as I see a blush tint her cheeks. Women were too easily manipulated.

"Oh, you know how it is. Busy, busy, busy!" She said through a girly laugh.

Just then a pack of rowdy boys came running down the hall, almost knocking Rosalie down in the process.

Reaching out a hand, I keep her from falling forwards.

"Slow down, gentlemen. Unless you want to miss football practice after school to sit in detention?" I frown at the mouth-breathing meat heads.

"No, sir. Sorry." One of them mumbles before they wander off to go scratch their balls or grunt over something, I'm sure.

"Punks," I mutter. And then realize how fucking old I sound. But in keeping with the boring Biology teacher act, I suppose I am doing quite well. If they only knew..

Then I feel it. The same sensation I always have when she is near me. Damn girl. She makes my vampy senses tingle. Along with other things..

Giggling, Rosalie turns to me with wonder in her eyes.

"Oh, well, they're young." She says with a shrug. As if that excuses them. I think not! So many years of evolution and this is what we get? Or course it did make hunting them that much easier. But back to one human in particular. I decided that if the girl wants to eavesdrop on my conversations, I would make it worth the while.

Turning to Rosalie, I say, "You're right. Absolutely right. They are young," I say loud enough for her to hear since I know she is standing very close by. "Very young. And childish!" I almost growl the words.

"Hey, you want to get dinner sometime?" She suddenly asks.

This couldn't be going any better if I had planned it. I hear Bella's small intake of breath as she waits for my reply to Rose's offer.

"Ms. Hale, are you asking me out?"

"Well, I could cook for you. I make a stellar lamb!"

I smirk at the choice of food. "Yeah, Rosalie. Dinner sounds ..delicious."

"Okay. Great! Tonight then?" The woman is practically jumping up and down. Quite the ego boost.

"I think I can handle that." I give her my best smile and watch as her eyes glaze over a bit. Too easy, I think to myself.

"Let's say seven, my place?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

I watch as Rose walks away, adding a bit more swish to her sway, before I turn and head to my classroom. I feel her eyes on my back. I can also feel the anger rolling off her small frame. I smirk to myself as I keep on walking without a backwards glance. That will teach pet to butt into my business.

And to learn who is in control here.

Or so I had thought. But as the day progressed, I learned the hard way just how powerful my little sweet treat was..

~Bpov~

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, I think to myself as I hop out of the death-trap called a truck. I hear a few whistles and I can literally feel the stares from everyone on me.

As I enter the school, I hear his voice. It stops me where I am. It also causes my pulse to spike, my heart to pound hard behind my ribs and a rush of warmth to pool between my legs. Really was sad how much even just his voice touched me.

I focused on what was being said, trying to figure out who he was talking to. Then I hear Rosalie's slight Southern tones. Great. Forks Washington's own Barbie doll was ten feet away talking to my vampire.

And when he made a date with her, I saw red. I felt this heaviness in the pit of my stomach. I was so jealous I couldn't see straight. And then I looked down at what I was wearing, deciding I was still in the game. I knew he wanted me before. No reason I couldn't make him want me again.

{Mr. Masen's Classroom}

*Epov*

There she sat front row, center. Her long pale legs crossed at the knee, her tiny high heeled Mary Jane's tempting me. The fucking shoes throwing images of those legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her heat. Even her socks were sexy: The palest light pink with a tiny lace cuff around the ankle. Her beautiful dark hair with the curls tumbling down her back, swaying to her round hips as she walked. I knew her hair smelled like fresh strawberries and cream in a summer heat. An intoxicating scent that had my mouth watering before she even entered the room. Bella Swan's hair was so shiny, so soft looking that it left a man feeling as if he would die if he didn't get a chance touch it, run his fingers through it. At the very least wrap it around his wrist as he took her hard from behind while her small pert ass was in the air as he filled it with his hard cock. She would beg and cry for more and I would take her as hard as I dared..

Damn Isabella Swan to hell. Damn her for making me feel like a lusting fool who would fall to his knees for just a chance at a taste of her sweetness.

I grip the desk's edge so hard it cracks under my fingers. As I stare at her, she stares right back at me. The wicked little witch she is, she is tempting me. Daring me to cross lines that once crossed, will change everything. She will regret this stunt. Her ass, when that fucking bell rings, is mine.

And she knew she was driving me insane with lust. The little minx had smirked as she walked-slowly- to her desk. Forcing me to stop what I was doing and watch her progress across my class room. I had also watched as every other mother fucking asshole watched her with wide eyes and what I am sure would be dirty, dirty thoughts. Thoughts about my pet.

She belongs to me. The demon in me was being pushed to his limits. I was so very close to the point of no return.

As I tell the class which page within the books to turn to, I see out of the corner of my eye Isabella staring at me instead of doing as I asked. Looking up, I met her gaze and she then uncrosses her long legs. And in doing so, she flashes me the briefest view of pale pink panties with black lace.

My nostrils flare and I swear to God I could smell her scent from across the room. Before I can stop it, a growl breaks free from my chest. I am forced to fake a coughing fit as a few students look up at me.

"Excuse me." I say. As the rest go back to their books, Bella's eyes stay locked with mine. Having had enough, more than enough, I mouth the words to her.

'I'm going to spank your ass.'

Isabella, seeming to have lost her mind completely, smiles before mouthing back to me like a teasing little kitten.

'Do it.'

Oh, my sweet Isabella, I plan to. When that bell rings out, be sure there will be hell to pay.

…

"Now I know next week is fall break, please try and remember to get your assignments turned in on time. Yes?"

As the class filed out of the room, I pinned Isabella with a hard stare. She wasn't getting away so easily.

Walking past my desk, I moved towards the classroom door that was left open. Isabella wiggles in her seat as if she's about to stand up.

"Don't. Move." I snarl as I walk past her.

I hear her heartbeat pick up. I smell her heat. I want her in ways she couldn't in a million years contemplate.

After I close and lock the door, I turn my gaze to hers. I take her in, from the top of her head all the way down to her sweet little shoes. She is dressed up like a good girl for the very bad teacher to unwrap like a naughty gift.

I walk over to the window, closing the blinds to the outside world. I see her swallow hard once. She knows she's in for it now. Anticipation makes for a heady scent on the air.

"So what exactly did you hope to accomplish with this little stunt." I ask.

Tucking a loose curl behind her ear, she frowns at me. "What stunt?"

I walk closer to her, moving around the desk in a slow circle. I was taking in all her curves on display. As I walk behind her, I watch as her shoulders stiffen as if waiting.

Such a good girl.

Leaning in, I let my nose trail up her neck. Fuck, but she smells so good. I give a tiny nip to the spot below her right ear. She looks like a tiny rabbit trapped in the path of a hungry fox.

Whispering low, "Dressing like a little slut. Did you get the attention you seek? Did you feel the eyes of every male here on you? Did you feel the lust pouring out of them? How they wanted you. Wanted to eat you alive. Did it make you feel... desired? Did it, Isabella?"

"I only want you." She whispered, jumping as my hand twisted her hair around my wrist to cause her to bare her neck to me.

"Say it again." He manage to grit out behind clinched teeth. I had momentary desire to sink my fangs into her creamy flesh.

"Say what?" She whimpers as I bite down non-too gently on her flesh and then soothe it with my tongue.

"Say you want only me. That my lips, my tongue, my cock is the only one that will touch you. Swear it to god, Isabella, or so help me I will kill every last person in this town who even looks at you with anything other than mild curiosity!"

"Only you. I promise. Please, Edward. Kiss me."

"If I kiss you, it won't stop there, Isabella. Are you ready for that to happen here of all places? Are you ready to be taken right here in this classroom? To be fucked hard and fast like a slut? I've warned you before, little girl, I'm not the romantic hero type. No white Knight spouting charming words of love. When you'll want flowers and chocolates, I'll bring whips and chains. When you want a lover to hold you in a meadow whispering words of faith and devotion, I'll strap you to my cross and fuck that pretty little ass raw. So make damn certain, pet of mine, you know what this means - no disillusioned little lamb who has her heart broken. I will never be the prince in your fairytale. I'm the beast lying in wait to rip the village apart. So I say again, think hard about this."

"But you did save me from those men. And you've had many chances to kill me, yet you haven't." There was a desperation to her tone of voice. As if she were trying, seeking with all her might to find a shred of goodness within my very black soul.

I should tell her to stop wasting time. That she could look for a thousand years and never will she find it.

"Did you hear one damn thing I said? I'm not the hero. I'm the villain. If I did 'save you' it was to serve my own selfish needs. I want you. I can't have you if you're lying dead somewhere. A pet that flatlines is kind of a scene killer."

"That's fine. The world has too many wannabe heroes. Just please touch me. Now."

"Damn right it does. If you want to play my pet, we'll play. Oh," I laughed at the thought, "the games we're going to play." She arches up as I pull back.

"I can smell your heat, you know." I pick her up and sit her on the lab table facing me. She groans as the cold top meets her hot skin.

"Spread those pretty legs, Isabella. I want to see you."

I watch as her pleated skirt parts and her tiny pink panties are revealed to my eyes. I growl out in hunger as I see a wet spot on the fabric. My mouth waters and my fangs push against my lips.

"Lean back, Bella." I tell her with a gritty voice.

I have her spread before me on that table like the prettiest lunch ever.

Running my hands up her smooth legs, I grip her hips and pull her-causing her to gasp- until her ass it right on the edge of the table. I finger the little scrap of lace and silk. I do what I've wanted to do since she teased me with a small peak at her soaked panties, I run a finger tip over the spot feeling how hot she is.

"Is this for me, Isabella?" I ask in a teasing tone, watching her become wetter with each word, each caress. "What made you so wet? Was it the idea that you were driving me crazy? That I was about two seconds away from pushing every chair, desk and student out of my way and fucking you right in front of them all?"

Bella moans as her hips rise up off the table top. I place a hand on her, fingers spanning her soft belly.

"Tell me, Isabella? Do you like being wet and hot for me?"

Not giving her time to answer, I dive right in by ripping her panties from her hips, before I know it I am feasting on her warm, wet flesh like a starving man. I growl as her thick sweetness hits my tongue and fills my senses with nothing but her. I feel her orgasm build and rise higher and higher as I lick and nip my way around her softness.

I watch in fascination as Isabella falls apart right there on the table with her legs thrown over my shoulders and my tongue buried deeply within all things her.

Not able to wait another second I rip open my belt, lower my pants and pull out my throbbing cock, thrusting hard into that tight heat I had missed so damn much.

Leaning over her, touching my forehead to hers I grit out her name.

"Edward!" She tries to keep her voice quite. And then I feel her freeze as someone slams a locker down the hall from us.

Looking at where her eyes are fixed on the door, I look back into her face and smile.

"Isabella," I call to her. Demanding that she look at me. I rub my cheek against her as I thrust deep and hard. Watching as her eyes roll back into her head and she bites her lip to keep from yelling out.

"Does it turn you on pet to know they could find us at any moment? We're fucking just feet away from everyone in this hell hole. Think about it," I whisper as I push into her hard before pulling out slowly. Repeating the moves over and over until there is nothing but the feel of our bodies, the sounds we're making and the smell of our sex.

"Come Isabella. I want to watch you come."

And come she does. Whimpering my name on her lush lips, her wetness covering my cock with a warmth that feels so good that I can't contain the demonic reactions within me.

"Yes! That's it my pet. Come for me. Take what you need." I wanted to roar with satisfaction as I can feel her pulling my release from me.

As we both come down from our joined highs, I slowly lower her skirt, kissing the inside of each thigh. I notice the mark on her neck from earlier and can't help but smile as the possessiveness inside me grows.

Mine. All mine. Mine to take, to enjoy, to do what I please with.

"Wow." She says as she starts to sit up.

I tuck myself back into my pants, and turn to help her down from the table.

She was quiet for a moment, I should have known that meant shit was about to hit the fan.

"Are you really going to go over to her house?"

I feel centuries' old habits on always being in control, never being questioned by mere mortals rise up. I become defensive. "Not that it is any of your business, but perhaps I will. Why not? She's a co-worker. And I need to be seen dating, going out and doing what most normal human males do."

I catch a hint of disappointment as it flashes across Isabella's face. I can't help who I am or what I am. And I won't start apologizing for it now.

"Are- are you going to drink from her? Are you going to sleep with her?" In this moment I am reminded just how young Isabella truly is.

Running a hand over my face, I sigh. "Fuck, we're both insane. You know that?"

Bella, never one to do or say what I think she'll will, just smiles again and comes to kiss me on my cheek.

"Yes. I do know this. I think it's why we go together so well."

Shaking my head in amusement, I walk over to the classroom door. Opening it, letting fresh air in to the room that smells of sex and us, I smile as she passes me on her way to the hall.

"Good work today, Ms. Swan. I think if you apply yourself like you did today, you will sail right through the year." I hold back a laugh as Isabella's eyes widen and her face turns red.

~Bpov~

The rest of the day had past in a blur. I was almost like jelly I was so relaxed. I guess a few mind-blowing orgasms in the middle of the day, in the middle of school no less, will do that for a girl!

As I make my way across the parking lot to my humble little truck, I see Mike Newton and few other fellow dumb asses have gathered around Mike's Ranger Rover.

They see me coming and start to whistle and laugh. It reminded me of a pack of wild dogs. And suddenly I felt very small and alone and naked in my short skirt.

I walked right to my truck not stopping to greet them or their vulgar comments they seemed to have no shame is speaking. Loudly.

"Hey there Swan. Damn girl, you look ripe for the picking." Mike said as he came up behind me.

When I felt his hand palm my ass, I gasped and jumped out of his reach.

"Don't touch me." I backed away from the group as they all gathered around Mike.

"What's the matter Bella? Don't tell me you're going to play the little prude now. A girl who wears an outfit like that is putting the vibe out there. Can't blame a guy for responding."

"I would never get with someone like you! You're a pig."

"Yeah? How 'bout you let me pork you." He and the other idiots with him laughed at his awful joke.

"Fuck off, Newton." I said as I reached for my door. But suddenly felt him there behind me, pushing me harshly into my truck.

Having the air knocked out of me by his much larger body, I could feel the other boys close in around us to make a very tight circle. Where no one would know what was being done or said unless they got very close.

"I'm going to fuck that little bitchy mouth of yours." His breath, hot and nasty, fanned across my cheek.

I couldn't believe this was happening at school in the middle of the day.

I tried to ram my elbow into his face but couldn't move. And then suddenly before I was about to give into the panic, his weight, his awful smell was gone.

"Mr. Masen. We weren't doing anything."

Edward's voice was shaking. His eyes had turned black causing him to slide a pair of sunglasses over them. I watched as his hands fisted, making cracking sounds, and his jaw bunched and twitched. He was going to lose it.

"You and I need to have a little chat in my office Mr. Newton. I suggest the rest of you go straight home and pray I don't call your parents."

As the boys left quickly, not sparing one glance for their buddy, Edward came up to me. Taking my arm, he pulls me aside. Taking off his glasses, he eyed me.

"Are you hurt." His voice was different somehow. It held back something. A darkness around his eyes made him look half insane.

"I'm okay." I said softly.

"Tell me the truth, damn it, Isabella. Did he hurt you?"

Feeling his anger, I rushed to calm him. Placing my hand on his arm, I assured him I was okay.

It took a few minutes, but he seemed to believe me that I was fine. Helping me into my truck, Edward told me to drive safely and that he would see me later.

As I drove out of the parking lot, looking into my rear-veiw mirror, I see him turn to Mike. Mike was pale as a ghost and Edward seemed to have shadows dancing all around him. Whatever was about to go down between them wasn't going to be nice.

As I turned the corner a shiver run down my spine. I had a feeling something bad was about to happen.

{Woods behind Forks High}

*Epov*

I had never in all my long, drawn out years ever felt an unholy rage as I did when seeing Mike Newton's hands on Isabella. To see her in the middle of that pack, it fucked with my head. I held back my need to watch body parts fly and to see blood spill to the ground.

"Mr. Masen, Come on, man. I said I was sorry. What's up with this bullshit hiking trip? We've gone like five miles." Newton whined.

And it hits me before I can stop it. I rush at him. I snarl and show my fangs. Being pissed and over it is never a good place for a vampire to end up. Even worse for the mother fucker who is on the receiving end of it.

"What the hell! What's wrong with your face? Fuck me!"

"You went too far this time, Mike."

"You have fangs!"

"No shit numb nuts!" I pretend to be shocked as I feel my fangs.

"What are you? Is this, like you know, a joke?"

"No. It's a nightmare, boy. Your nightmare. I've watched you for a long time fuck, snort and grunt your way through life. And I could have continued to ignore you like the worthless piece of horse shit you are. But you had to go and touch her."

Mine.

"Her? Bella? She was asking.."

"Don't fucking say her name. You don't get to even think her name!"

My fist might have landed that punch to his gut a little harder than was healthy.

As Mike doubled over gasping for breath, I studied my hand to make sure I didn't have any Newton on me.

"I'll tell you what Mikey, I'm feeling generous today. I'll give you until the count of twenty. Starting.." I look down at my watch before looking back up.

"What? What are you talking about?" He says while panting like he'd run a 10k. I didn't hit him that hard. What a loser.

"Now."

At that point he starts freaking out.

"Twenty." I growl as I take off after my unworthy prey.

"No! Please no!" He screams like a little girl when I tap him on the shoulder and make the shooing motion letting him know he should be running now.

"People will wonder what happened to me. I'm the QB for Christ's sake!"

"Do you really think anyone is going to miss your pathetic ass?" I advance on him. Stalking only ups my excitement level. His fear is an elixir. The more they run, the more powerful the thirst.

"I'll never touch her again." He keeps backing away.

"Fucking right you'll never touch her again. That doesn't even concern me at this point. Because, you see, Newton," I say in a whispering voice, "I'm going to make it so that you never even think about her again. I'm a possessive fuck that way. what can I say?' I shrug.

I can see his small mind trying to work out a way. It really is embarrassing to watch as the hope fades in their eyes.

"You're a vampire, right? Make me a vampire..." He stutters over his words like the moron he is. "And.. I'll.. serve you."

This causes me a great deal of amusement. Laughing, I ask him, "Do I look stupid like you? There is no way in Hell I'm making you my bitch, Newton. The thing is.. once one vampire sires another vampire there's this whole 'You're responsible for them' shit in the fine print. Always being connected to them, them always linking to their host. It's this whole deal. And for me to have to put up with your annoying ass for all eternity? No. No fucking way. It's much easier this way." I advance closer, causing him to trip over a log.

I roll my eyes at his antics. "Sorry meat-head, you messed with the wrong girl."

My fangs drop down, my haze turns red and I rush at him.

Screaming, he tries to crawl backwards from me. "Please don't! God, someone help me!"

I grab him by his neck and push him up against a tree. I hear his heart beating too fast. He's about to have a heart attack. And tears now stream down his face.

"Mom! Dad! Someone. Help me."

Looking at him with disgust, I bare my fangs, "Die like a man." I say before ripping into his neck and tearing away his flesh. I drink until there is no more breath coming from him, no more feeble attempts at escape. I stop when the only sounds I hear are the wildlife around us and the slurping from me drinking him dry.

Looking around to make sure I am truly alone, I let his body drop to the forest floor for the time being.

While I am climbing a fifty foot monster of a tree, I think about the craziness of life. How life can change in the blink of an eye or how centuries can go by without so much as a stir of joy. I had waited over seven hundred years for mine, I would be damned if I let some small town dickhead take it away.

I looked down below where the body of Mike Newton lay cold and pale on the dark forest floor. Reaching up I pulled down a few vines that hang long and thick between the trees. Looking back down, I smile.

{Hunters Pov}

After I had tracked a large buck for a mile, I came upon it. But something pale in the fading twilight caught my eye. As soon as I saw the boy my stomach and knees both gave out at the same time. I fell hard to the cold ground and emptied my stomach of the fine dinner my wife, Susan, had made.

Taking a deep breath after there was nothing more to throw up, I look at the victim. "Jesus. Mary Mother of God."

A boy, blond haired, was bloody and naked hanging between to huge trees at least thirty feet above the ground. Vines were wrapped around his bruised

and beaten body. He was arranged in the shape of a human X and the word 'Coward' carved across his chest. I swallowed more bile and reached -with shaking hands- for my cell phone. The buck long forgotten.

It rang twice before he picked up.

"Chief, it's Sam. You have to, fuck Charlie, you need to see this. There's been a murder."

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~Bpov~

One minute I was dreaming about his mouth on mine. A twisting of lips, tongues and teeth and then I was jerking awake in my bed. My heart pounding, my eyes burning with some unknown emotion. Then I see movement in front of my window. A shadow passing inside.

My dark angel.

"Edward?" My voice hardly even a whisper, goes out to him.

He rushes to my bedside. He kneels down. I smell the night air on him mixed with his natural scent. My body warms for him.

"Shhh." He says as he presses a finger against my lips. Lips that open for him. "You're mine."

His hand moves down from my lips, past my neck to palm my breast. His thumb brushes against it, circling it, causing the nipple to harden. He then moves down my belly while keeping me locked in his dark gaze. He fingers the top of my lace boy shorts before yanking them away from my body. Pressing two fingers into me, his eyes close for a moment.

"Edward." I reach for him. Needing to ground myself. I need to know he's really here with me.

Pushing me to lie back, he is suddenly looming over me. He kisses my temple, my forehead and then bites my bottom lip before growling into my ear. "Open for me, my pet. Let me inside."

I watch as he sheds his clothes and takes me there in my bed while all the world sleeps on. It's a pulling/pushing that has us fitting together in a way that makes me feel like I am flying.

"Isabella," His voice is deeper and rough. "Mine. My Isabella." He pushes my legs higher, opening me all the way to him. Our bodies are as twined as they could get. I feel his fangs at my throat.

I want him to do it. I want to feel them sink into me as he fills me.

"I'm yours. Take me. Take it all."

Edward pulls back as my orgasm hits so hard that the world spins before my eyes. Stars and moon and clouds surround us. We're flying over an ocean of darkness. Moving together, I look into his eyes. He is the most beautiful thing I've ever known.

With a wickedly dark smile he says, "Yes. You are."

That night I sleep in the arms of my vampire. I slept soundly. Having no clue to the hell that was about to break loose.

A/N: *Pokes head out* Hello my beautiful readers! Long Author note starts now:

Took me a while longer than I wanted to get this next chapter to you. But when family members need you, what can you do? Real Life doesn't seem to care about our Vampire Teacher =/ I want to thank you all for sticking with me and for the well wishes for my mom. Thanks for being understanding & kick ass. I love you dearly for the support.

Now, onto something I was asked about a few times. There's been a few FF Authors who seem to be publishing their Fan fiction work. I've been asked how I feel about this. I think, in my humble opinion, that it's rubbish.

I do support ORIGINAL Fiction writers. 'Cause here's the thing- If you have a fan fiction story about for example, ExB, its up for free, right? For everyone to enjoy. SM let us all play with HER world. So we can't bitch and moan about it being free. Then let's say your fic gets popular. I'm talking lots of tweets about it, bloggers do their blog thing about it, it gets many hits and tons of followers. You're happy. That's great! Your ego goes bat shit- not so great. But to then pull said FREE story only to repost it NOT so free.. See where I'm going with this?

I don't know lovely readers. Just my two cents here- but I would rather know that my work, my following wasn't based off of a NYT best selling Author's(SM) characters. That I didn't use that book series as my stepping stone. It would be pretty easy for a lot of fellow FF Writers to pull down their work and try to make a fast buck off of us all. But most don't. And those who don't, I say thank you for having the guts to not take the easy way. How to say thank you to your readers who stood by and reviewed every chapter? Well, it ain't by charging them an arm and a leg for something that was originally free, that's for sure! IMHO

Reminds me I need to go read Tara Sue Me's "The Dominant" again. Now that's a great BDSM story!

Anyway, I hope I didn't make anyone mad with my thoughts. Rant over now. Moving on =) Join me next time? Much love to you all!