Let Me In-Chapter Nine
Annotation: Thank you to everyone who reviewed/sent me a private message concerning my questions from the last chapter. The consensus is that you all want lemons…I still cannot guarantee them but if it fits into this story, I will not hesitate to add them…
I thank you thus far for indulging Isabella…for letting her in…yet it has come to my attention that this is not an equal relationship.
You let her in but she has failed to return the gesture…
Haven't you wondered about our sickly sweet Isabella?
Don't you want to get to know her?
If I open the door, will you come in?
She spends that entire night running…chasing His scent. When she believes He is at her fingertips, she falters then loses Him.
He has always been the perfect consciousness to her unbridled destructive energy. Yet she always seemed to dwell within a realm of chaos when they were together. Her destructiveness led to unchecked feasts on human blood. Thus, He had used reason to explain that they had to sever their union; they could no longer dwell together.
And with that He was gone…
Her only equal was there and then He was not…it didn't hinder her.
Because as the intoxication of His presence faded and time plowed on, Isabella continued…soon she had Charlie and now she has the Cullens…His was no more…until last night.
She needs to quickly uncover His motives for returning…she knows that little can entertain an immortal like chaos.
If He is here to release chaos into her world, then her humans will be the first to suffer.
She does not return home the next day; instead she traces His lingering scent through the woods. Mostly she discovers that He stood in the woods watching.
Patiently waiting and watching…the Cullen home was always in His line of sight and so was Isabella's.
Time has no meaning…she is consumed by Him and she almost forgets that she has to meet her humans to celebrate a new year. If He was keeping and eye on her, she did not want to be around the Cullens; however if she abandons them now, they may be in greater danger.
Isabella heads for home and brusquely enters the house; Charlie shoots up from his chair as if he had been waiting for her.
Before she can ascend to prepare, she hears him clear his throat. She turns glaring at her human who appears taken back by her appearance. Charlie's brown eyes are sad once more because the lovely girl he has seen developed due to the Cullens' influence has vanished. Instead our creature stands in her place.
"Alice kept calling to remind you of your New Year's plans and she was worried that you weren't with them yesterday."
Isabella nods but does not respond. She continues towards her room to prepare.
As she leaves the house and enters the car, she calls Alice.
"Bella! I was so worried that you changed your mind and you weren't coming…I was ready to come over to your house to drag you out…but I'm happy you called because we're getting ready and we're all going to split up into two cars. You can ride with me and Jasper..."
After almost two days in the tranquil silence of the woods, Alice's voice is like a torrential downpour. Charlie was a naturally quiet man, so Isabella is used to his quiet way of talking. Alice on the other hand, exudes energy; Isabella has not said one word in the two minutes that she has been on the phone with Alice.
"Alice! I'll meet you at the Lounge; I have an errand to run."
With that she hangs up the phone.
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Sam was the last meal Isabella had. She intends to change that before the night begins. She needs to be at her most powerful if she has to defend her humans.
Parking the car on a dead end street near the Lounge's parking lot gives her the luxury of moving within the shadows. She wishes her platform heels weren't so noisy and that her black dress didn't caress her curves so closely but it allows her to use her appearance to her advantage.
Her trench coat is open and her black gloves adorn her slim fingers as she beckons to a drunken man who gapes at her as he passes by. This stunning woman has captured his attention and he abandons his New Year's plans to turn around and follow.
Maybe we should have warned him…maybe we should have shouted to the drunken slob to run as fast as he can in the opposite direction…but then again I know we have an acute sense of self preservation…so as bad as it sounds…at least it's him and not us…
Because he does follow her into a dark side street; he stumbles as he nearly drools at what could be the definition of beauty before him…
And with a kiss to the cheek, his eyes flutter close…he wants to savor the moment that this striking stranger first touches his flesh. So like a lover in ecstasy, Isabella moans as she gently touches her lips to his neck…right near a throbbing vein…let the feast begin…
As red ambrosia pours down her throat she senses something in his blood but she does not relent. His body is drained in mere minutes; she usually takes more time but she wants to return before the humans arrive.
Out of the dark shadows, Isabella emerges; her lips are stained red. They have been stained so many times with the blood of others that the color had taken a special place in her heart.
In a beautifully twisted way, she looks even more appealing with the red hue on her lips. A languid smile spreads on her face as she walks towards the Lounge.
She is drunk from her victim's blood.
A giggle bubbles from her lips, startling her as she realizes this. This feeling was the reason she enjoyed gorging herself on human blood when she was with Him.
She decides to have another and she walks pass a large inebriated man. She gives him a discreet wink before walking down another dark alley. That wink was all the encouragement he needed to follow her.
Before his blurry vision can acclimate to this darkened place, he feels a cold kiss on his neck. A wavy smile lights his face and before it can reach his eyes, his blood is rushing down her throat. She presses this hulking man's neck to her lips and fills herself.
He is near.
This only heightens her senses and causes her to reflexively pull the blood into her body with more urgency.
She tosses the carcass into an open dumpster as her retreating heels click their way to the Lounge. Her pale skin has an air of luminosity due to her fresh kills and her lips are literally blood red…with her darkened eyelashes and the sculpted bun on top of her head, Isabella is mouth-watering.
As she reaches the Lounge, she sees Alice and Jasper near the entrance. That's when she sees that there are valets at this place. She is pleased that she was able to avoid them; they won't connect her to the bodies.
"Wow! You look amazing," Alice breaths as Isabella approaches them.
She smiles fondly at her two humans, Jasper is currently at a loss of words but he allows the two ladies to lead as he follows.
"I love you lipstick! You have to let me borrow it some time. And aren't you freezing with your coat open like that?"
Alice is talking a mile a minute as she links her arm with Isabella's. Isabella merely smiles back at her human; rapture courses through her body.
Yes the blood of drunken humans was a tasty choice for this particular situation.
They walk pass the long line of patrons outside the building. Alice turns on her charm and speaks to the human she knows while Isabella peers inside to find Edward.
Once they gain entry and deposit their coats, they form a link to navigate through the crowd of people.
Alice and Jasper see the rest of the group before Isabella, who is distracted by His sensation. She doesn't think He is inside the club but He feels so near. She turns to scan the crowd just to make sure that her meals have not completely made her senses deteriorate.
She hears and audible gasp from her human males but remains with her back to them as she continues scanning.
It's because Isabella's dress was deceiving upon first glance. The boat neck of the black silk dress does not offer any cleavage yet the back of the dress plunges dangerously low to expose one of the sexiest features of a woman…her back.
Isabella's creamy pale back is exposes, showing her toned muscles and defines curves; this dress accentuates and distinguishes her as a woman, not a teenager.
Isabella turns her attention back to her humans and smiles at Edward.
Her eyes are trained on his Adams Apple as it bobs while he gulps.
He feels a familiar stirring within him because she looks divine. He has never seen her look so appealing and although he is aware that he is probably staring too long, he can't help it.
So he does the only thing he can think of, her returns her smile with a crooked grin that he has reserved for her and her alone.