You Will Be Mine
A/N: Thanks for the support and reviews from certain readers :D
Here's some more Victoria for you to hate on. Bit nervous as to the reaction for this chapter.
This story is rated M for a reason, I have a couple of lemons planned and some violence will be depicted throughout.
Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga totally belongs to Stephenie Meyer, however, the plot is all mine!
Chapter Five: Ulterior Motives
The door slammed callously behind me as I dashed from the Swan's small house. It soon dawned on me that I wasn't well acquainted with this particular corner of Forks. I tugged at my hair in raw frustration; it was sopping wet as the fragile snow from the morning was replaced by a heavy dumping of harsh rain. I searched for my car, though I knew it was not there. How did she expect me to get home and where exactly was my car? More questions, hadn't I fashioned enough tonight to last me a life time? I sensed her presence even though her approach was soundless; it reinforced my theory that she was superhuman. Spinning round to see her I tripped a little in my haste. Looking at her face triggered memories that were barely half an hour old.
I had looked into her eyes for what seemed like hours. Her relentless compassion was unfathomable.
"Just go back to work Carlisle, it will help. Even if it is just to distract you from the pain. What else can you do? There is no way I am letting you mope around like a sad teenage girl, you can go back to work and then in the evenings I can help you keep your mind of things. I can't even begin to relate to your pain Carlisle, I don't even know if I want to. But I do know for sure that I will be here for you no matter what because even though our friendship is brief, you need me and I need you. In ways you could not understand."
My mind was overflowing with her words, trying to comprehend them, trying to comprehend her. Impossible! I was foolish to think I could have, this girl was too complex under any comparison.
"It's just as well I return there are people who need me at the hospital, I cannot let others perish due to my selfish nature."
Sighing at first then wrapping me in her arms, shortly after she whispered sweet words into my ear.
"I'm so proud of you." She smiled affectionately.
I didn't quite know how to respond to the intimacy of the situation. My psyche was host to a war and it raged vehemently with no regard to the wellbeing of my mentality. Part of me wanted to curl up with her and ravish her in ways I thought I had forgotten; the other part spat at the very idea and filled me with pictures of Esme and myself in happiness, making me nearly vomit at the idea of taking Bella.
"Thank you Bella." I squeezed her tighter and she lifted her head to mine in response. I searched her eyes but what I found I did not like. I saw myself reflected in them, as normal, but I also saw my wife next to me bearing a huge grin. Jerking my face away from hers as quickly as possible I leapt from the bed, grabbed my things and sprinted for the door.
What the fuck. The words 'get me away from here' chorused inside me overpowering any speech I might have heard from Bella's moving lips. I helplessly looked about me, for what I didn't know. Probably just to escape her intense glare.
"What the fuck Carlisle!" she screamed. The voice in my head overlapped with hers. I did not reply, what could I have said? Perhaps something that pronounced the full scale of my insanity that would be great. I had to smooth this over however; otherwise I would regress back to my zombie-like state. That was a place I didn't want to be anymore, moving on would be hard but the notion had been accepted by me now.
"I apologise Bella." I breathed and gathered my thoughts, taking a few seconds to calm down and glaze over the images that haunted the back of my mind. "I really do. Please refrain from being angry with me, I did not wish to hurt you. Especially as you do so much for me. My problem lies with our intimacy; I cannot handle that at this present moment. I hope you understand, I will ring the hospital in the morning and resume my normal shifts. Now if you would like, can you please inform me as to the location of my car?"
Clearly taken aback by my formality, she fumbled in her pocket and revealed a set of keys.
"I will drive you home, if that is quite alright? I left your car there after your attack earlier today. That's good news about the hospital." She mimicked my tone but was unable to hide the coldness in her voice.
Our relationship was obviously not remedied as I had planned. I jumped into her truck next to her and hummed ineptly to the strange song on the radio.
"Will you shut up?" She snapped rhetorically.
I frowned at her still crumbling performance as she swerved carelessly around a sharp corner.
"I did apologise." I reminded her.
"I know." She sighed, "I'm the one who should be sorry actually. I was inappropriate. Friends?" she grimaced ever so slightly at the word, so small she probably didn't realise it herself. I was yet to decipher the reactions meaning.
"Of course we are."
She waved me goodbye enthusiastically, but there was a hint of defeat in her act. I was dropped outside my house. Once my sanctuary, I now cursed its existence indignantly. I walked sullenly towards the front door and crashed out before I even reached my bed.
-x-x-x
The sunlight burned at my closed eyelids, but for the first time in days I welcomed it openly. I felt the warmth wash over my body in calm luscious waves. Yawning gently and opening my eyes I saw that I was on the floor, stretching and experiencing small convulsions in my back confirmed that I had indeed spent the night on the hard tiles of my bathroom floor.
I rummaged around for my phone that I had disregarded previously. When I found it cosily nestled between the cushions on my sofa I realised that I didn't even know the date. I was shocked to find that it was the twenty-third of December; I laughed at my disorientation in an attempt to dishevel my anxiety. Temporarily brushing my thoughts aside, I began to dial the number for the Hospital. However, I was interrupted mid-number by the high sing song of my mobile accompanied by the soft buzzing that tickled my hands.
"Oh hello Alice," I greeted her merrily.
"Erm, Hi." She replied awkwardly sensing my drastic change in manner.
"Sorry, it's just you were interrupting me calling the hospital."
"Shit! What's wrong, what have you done? Dad!"
"Nothing," I chuckled. "I am going to back to work."
A discomfited pause followed, I coughed lightly and waited. "Are you sure?" she finally asked, concern weaved throughout her voice.
"Positive. I don't have time to explain but-"
"Dad I'm coming over."
"Alice it's hardly a five minute drive!" I attempted my sternest parent speech, failing.
"I don't care, I was coming up anyway. For Christmas! See you then." She hung up abruptly.
A little dazed from the short-lived and hasty conversation I stared at the screen for a while before remembering why I had picked the phone up in the first place. I resumed dialling the number and was swiftly connected with the hospital receptionist. A voice I did not recognise answered, but even that did not faze me.
"So, can you resume immediately Dr Cullen?" the woman asked.
"Yes, the sooner the better I think. Just tell Dr Simmons that I will be in at half eleven."
"Okay Dr Cullen. Goodbye."
Elation rolled through me. It tumbled down harder and faster than the guilt and anguish I had suffered weeks ago. The idea of pain was almost laughable as I pulled on my white coat and brushed dust of the shoulders coolly.
I strolled down the halls recommencing the routine I had long thought dead. My fingertips brushed affectionately across the pale green walls as I strolled indifferently towards my office. Other than the occasional look saturated with pity, it was like I had never left. My colleagues still greeted me with respect and kindness, the patients still looked up to me in an endearing way and Victoria was still hanging around like a horrible rash.
She reflected my exultation like a mirror when she bumped straight into me just outside my office.
"Victoria!" even for this woman I couldn't muster a discontented demeanour.
"Hello Carlisle I haven't seen you since well, you know." She touched my shoulder lightly.
"Hm yes. So what brings you here this time?"
"A check up, but I have just finished and I was about to leave. Do you have time to chat?" she questioned. I knew she was lying as people who want to leave a hospital normally head in the direction of the exits, not hang outside the offices. Her explanation was also strange as she was dressed in a tightly fitted black dress that fell to just above her knee. Hardly check up attire.
"Sure."
I beckoned her to follow me inside. The soft clap of her heels on the wooden floor was paced and calming in contrast to the normal omniscient aura I had become accustomed to.
"By chat, what did you have in mind Victoria?"
"Well, I had heard about your little incident at the supermarket." Hadn't everyone?
"Oh yes, well I suppose you could label that occurrence a turning point of sorts." I smiled forgetting my weakness.
"I know how you feel Carlisle."
"Dr Cullen. No one knows the extent of my pain Victoria."
She stood behind me and edged her body so it pressed softly against mine. Her breath on my neck made me shiver slightly, "I have lost too." She whispered.
"I did not know." I sympathised, yanking my body from her grasp and turning towards her, "How about lunch?"
I suggested lunch as a mere conversation changer, however she took to the idea eagerly and dashed out of my office before we could even decide where we were going. I wished I had not recommended lunch; as she brainstormed the names of restaurants to me I remembered all her sickening plots and ploys that always ended in her frustration and rejection. Her appeal to me was zero and although her exterior was similar to that of Esme's, her interior was in great distinction. I was ashamed of my nosey nature as I was interested as to hearing about Victoria's loss. But perhaps I just wanted to confirm that my feelings were normal and that I was not the only one grieving in the world. Never mind my motives; we arrived at the destination and my swift actions would now reveal their consequences.
There was a petite garden surrounding the cottage like building. Ivy clung to walls and rose bushes climbed elegantly swirling like tresses around the brick barrier that bordered the restaurant. I had absolutely no idea where I was, but it was breathtaking and I didn't want to leave.
"Where are we?"
"You have never been here? It is an old place owned by a local family, been here for years and years." She explained.
"Yes, well I am not that old." I joked and followed Victoria down the winding path absorbing every inch of beauty that I was nestled in. It wasn't long before she halted a couple of metres before the door.
"Victoria what are you doing?" My mystification was justified and prolonged as she just stood there blocking my way "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she replied a little flustered but seemingly regaining sanity, "just remembered something."
"Would you take heed to share your remembrance with me?"
This time a reply was not given even after several minutes. After the voyage she underwent deep inside her mind, she returned to me and resumed down the path towards a quaint light wooden door. She ran her fingers down the flat surface before knocking gently three times.
"Hello?" an older voice twittered through the wall.
"It's Victoria." She announced her name like she owned the place.
"Oh Victoria!" the door flung open maddeningly and slammed against the stone walls of the cottage, "I have missed you so, you know it wouldn't hurt you to come see Grandma more often!" she cooed.
Realisation dawned. Grandma's house, typical Victoria. She was trying to drag me into the dangerous area of meeting her family and becoming familiar with her home and businesses, no doubt trying to impress me. I shuddered and shrunk back from where I was standing.
"And who is this handsome man." She said as she scanned me starting at my face and working her way down from my torso and resting at my crotch for a moment. Repulsion. Her stare mimicked Victoria's exactly as she frequently stared at me with those same eyes. She had to get it from somewhere, a family of sexual predators.
"Hello, I'm Dr Cullen. But you may address me as Carlisle it's nice to meet you."
"Oh you can pick them sweetie!" she squealed like a child at Victoria and winked at me derogatorily. Another shudder escaped me, "Oh look he's cold, please come in dears! Lunch? I assumed so! Let me get you two a table at the back of the restaurant."
I sighed when my gaze met the table that I was destined to share with her.
-x-x-x
Several glasses of wine later and my mood was slightly lifted even though a thin haze clouded my vision.
"More wine?" the old woman asked, I'm pretty sure I disliked her.
"That would be brilliant." I laughed. Wine at lunch! Who knew?
"Hm Carlisle, are you finished yet. I wanted to have a talk remember?" Victoria said and raised her eyebrow questioningly.
"Oh of course." The little part of my mind that was still sober pushed its way forward. I did remember that I wanted to have this discussion, "Go ahead."
"I said I have lost too..." she began but soon stopped. I smiled encouragingly. "I have not been married like you, although I did have a boyfriend for several years. In fact, he was my fiancé." Moisture was starting to build in her eyes and formed a thin film over them. "His name was James. He was my everything and I lived for him. Never leaving each other's side. Inseparable, always. Well I thought always. James was attacked, brutally. A gang, a huge gang of crazy drug addicts. I don't know all the details, and I don't want to know and I certainly would never share them." The tone of her voice became frantic and desperate.
"Shh." I grabbed her hand and turned it several times in mine. Before I knew what I was doing I brought it to my lips and pressed them gently against her flushed skin. She brushed her wild hair from her face, and I compared her to Esme again. The deep red locks that twisted elegantly were almost identical and that brought me great pleasure. It was like seeing her all over again. Was it the resemblance or the alcohol? Hindsight would've given me the opportunity to say a combination of the two.
Removing her hand to brush the tears from her face, she kept her dark eyes locked on mine. I couldn't help but return the gaze. The intensity of her stare pierced through the fog that began to cloud my brain once more. She stood and I found myself following. The little part left of my conscious mind was screaming at me and begging for my attention but I ignored. She felt the same as me, alone. I had a new found respect for her, but I did not linger on that for long. I wasn't given a chance to.
At the top of the stairs she dragged me roughly from the hall into a small room alight with delightfully smelling candles. I inhaled and the fullness in my lungs made me feel dizzy. I finished the last glass of wine and placed it as carefully as I could onto the dresser. The black number that clung to her body in a suggestive way I hadn't really perceived earlier fell to the floor and I froze. Her slender curves were beautiful. She dropped to the floor and crawled to me like a jungle cat.
"Take me." she said and tears still twinkled in her eyes. I tried to refuse with all my might, but the sight of her half exposed made my dick spring to life after its hibernation.
I was not normally a man to think with his penis, in fact I wasn't thinking at all when I grabbed her face with vigour and pulled her up to me.
"I will."
I kissed her with a drunken passion and she quivered in arousal. Pushing her back closer to me so she could feel me throb against her I laughed at her moan. She clawed fiercely at my chest and I responded by removing my shirt and throwing it carelessly aside. She then proceeded downwards, licking from the corner of my lips down below my bellybutton creating a smooth trail of glistening flesh. I smiled stupidly and she yanked down my trousers and boxers and licked her lips at the sight of my erection.
I gasped loudly as she took the full length of me into her mouth, and then placed a hand on the back of her head to encourage her. Looking up at me and smiling with her eyes as I thrust gently into her mouth she began to lick the tip of my cock. My orgasm was building too quickly so pushed her hurriedly onto the bed behind us. She sat up slightly and removed her bra looking at me seductively. Biting my lip I hovered over her and lowered myself onto her nipple sucking it gently. She squirmed helplessly underneath me as I held her down with a firm hand on her stomach.
"Let me taste your pussy." It wasn't a question. She whimpered softly when I removed my hand from her stomach, pulled down her tiny panties and slid two fingers inside her moist walls. I kissed her lips before descending to join my hand. She smelt like her general performance, overpoweringly sweet. I lapped at her in time with the thrusts of my fingers. I could feel her begin to tense around me so I withdrew and licked her residue from my fingers.
"Uh," she lifted her hips revealing her glossy pussy to me again. "Fuck me! Please Carlisle."
The way she begged me made it impossible to refuse. I pushed into her forcefully, regarding only my pleasure. With each thrust I gained more momentum and Victoria began to scream as I tore into her.
"Oh God." Was all she could muster as she squeezed around my cock releasing her tension.
The extra friction brought me to my release and I collapsed next to her.
A/N: How deep does your hatred now run? What do you think are the motives behind each characters actions? What is Carlisle going to do next? And, how do you think this all fits in the big picture? Thanks for reading.