Notes: The last chapter was really short, and I'm sorry about that. It bugged me too. I just couldn't get a good enough way to transition into the chapters that I have already written. So if you bear with me, I promise you that the chapters coming up...may possibly blow your mind. We'll see. ;)

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Chapter Fifteen

Animalistic Tendencies

If I could sleep, I know I would have in the bathtub. I had gotten used to the fact that the tub was by comparison tiny to other bathtubs that I have seen. Really, the only other bathtub I was comparing it to was my old bathtub. Edward's and mine.

Chastising myself for even going there, I quickly got out of the water, creating puddles as I made a grasp for the nearest towel. Even though I was mad at myself for even letting my brain go towards that direction, it was inevitable that I would start thinking about him. About it all.

Since I left Forks, being on my own had been torture. I thought being away and on my own for a while would allow me to just take a break from everything that had happened. My luck apparently wasn't that good, and I found myself constantly thinking about him. Edward. Someone who I had once thought was mine. Someone who I had always thought was superior to me, and had been proven correct on that assumption.

I padded my way into my small bedroom and started drying myself off. I felt a little tickle in my throat and knew that I need to go hunt. I had put off hunting for almost a week now, just because it was boring and now a days I didn't want to do anything other that work and come home to just be. But now the itching had become noticeable.

Tossing the towel on the bed, I went to the small closet, to get dressed. One good thing about being on my own, was that I could wear whatever the hell I wanted without the whining or influence of certain people. Grabbing a pair of worn jeans and a form fitting t-shirt, I quickly got dressed. Throwing on some tennis shoes, I quickly made my way through the house and out the back door, towards the woods that surrounded my house.

As I ran through the woods, taking what animals were in my path, I could feel myself lingering on the animal side in me. After taking the blood of what animals I could take my fill of, I finally started to slow down. I wasn't sure exactly how far into the woods I was, but my own scent had left a trail that I could just follow back to my house.

I turned, making my way back to the house. I was full and sated and ready to just curl up on the couch and watch whatever was on the tv. I had taken maybe thirty steps when another scent clouded my nose. It was strong, and I wanted to say it was familiar. I wasn't sure.

Before I could even process why the scent was familiar, something slammed into me from behind, crushing me to the ground.

"What the hell!" I shouted. I tried to turn around, but something grabbed my ankle and threw me into a tree that wasn't thick enough to withstand me. Both me and the tree toppled over, smashing loudly into the matted leaves and dirt.

What the fuck is going on? I chanced a quick glance up before trying to get to my feet fast enough. That was when I saw what was treating me like a rag doll.

"Connor!?"

"Bella?", he huffed out in a mixture of growls.

We both stood there staring at each other, both locked in a defensive stance. Something crossed my mind about the way he looked. Dark jeans, and a dark gray t-shirt that hung loosely to his body, yet seemed snug at the same time. His face had a snarl to it and there was blood trickling out of the corner of his delicious mouth. Wait. What?

Delicious mouth? Did I really think that? Damn I am horny. What the hell!? Get a fucking hold on yourself Bella! I shook my head a little. Bringing my eyes back up to Connor's dark and haunted eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Dammit!

I pondered kicking my own ass when Connor's head snapped to the side and he ran off. Don't as me why, because I don't know. I followed him. He was fast, almost too fast. I hadn't seen anyone run as fast as him since-.

"Fuck." I mumbled to myself, trying to catch up to him.

As I ran, barely keeping up with Connor, it occured to me how oblivious I apparently was. Connor was a vampire. A fucking vampire. How is it that I so easily picked up on other's being a vampire, yet I work with this asshole for five damn months and I had no damn clue.

"Connor!", I yelled at him. Trying to catch his attention. It would have been no use though. He was hunting. He was focused and the fact that he obviously now knew that I was a vampire, was completely off his radar. I finally caught up to him just as he sank his teeth into one of the biggest deer I had seen.

And damn did he look hot doing it. Okay, seriously!? What the hell is wrong with me!? As I got closer, watching him drain the animal, he looked up sharply at me, and let out a vicious snarl, causing a knot form in the pit of my stomach. But it wasn't out of fear.

As soon as I felt the knot, I squeezed my thighs together involuntarily, feeling the tingling between them. I stepped closer, slowly, so not to cause him to think that I was after his catch. I'm not really sure what I was thinking. I just knew I wanted to be closer. Needed to be closer. The closer I got, the pit in my stomach grew and the inner walls of my sex clenched. It had been so long since I had felt this way. I just had to have him. I wasn't sure what was coming over me.

As Connor drained the last of the deer's blood, he shoved the animal carcus off of him and turned to stand up. All I saw was a flash of bluring woods, as I pounced on him, tearing at him.

Connor snarled and growled and bit my shoulder. I felt a sharp pain as the venom seeped into my system. I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't have been. I know there was a voice in there somewhere, asking me what the hell I was doing. Telling me to get off of him and run home. But I couldn't. His clothes were offensive and in the way of my goal. Or my bodies goal. The two were starting to blend.

Through shredded shirts and ripped pants, Connor grabbed me roughly and flung me off of him. Before I could even think, my body was being slammed into a tree. There was a pause, some moment of realization, and he just stared at me. He didn't look at my body, he didn't look at my mouth or nose, he looked me dead in the eyes. Shakily, I stared back, catching the small change in his eyes. They hadn't changed from the black, but it was just different. I knew the change. All too well. He wasn't in hunting mode anymore.

He grabbed the back of my head, shoving my mouth onto his. Tugging on his lip, trying but failing to bite him. His body was so hard and meshed with mine, that I had no way of snaking my hands between us to get to his pants. He hissed through our kisses and I felt his hands move harshly down the sides of my body. Stopping momentarily to grab and rip the rest of my shirt, taking my bra with it.

His hands were rough, but soft. I growled and moaned at the sensation of his hands on me. He felt so good and I hadn't even gone that far yet. I could still stop this. I should stop this. For a split second, my mind caught up with what was going on. I pictured Edward. I pictured what he would say about this. Bella, you are strong enough to stop this. Don't do this.

"Fuck you." I mumbled to myself. Screw Edward.

Connor must have taken as me talking to him, because he took one hand of my breast and tore the rest of my jeans and panties off. Not even realizing he was barely covered himself, I felt him slip himself in between my legs. He grabbed my legs and hiked them up around his waist as he rammed himself into me repeatedly.

Some part of me acknowledged that this should be hurting me. But it didn't. His repeated impaling felt so good. I moaned and hissed at the feeling of this man taking me that way he was. I shoved my hands into his hair grabbing hold of it and bucking my hips to meet his thrusts. Who knew Connor would be this good. I didn't. I had never pictured him this way. I had noticed that he was good looking. But it was always at work, and I was always busy trying to just get through the day.

His pace increased and a warm and wonderful sensation passed through my body, worming it's way through my body and up through my chest. Connor was getting faster and his grunts and growls were just one more thing pushing me over the edge. It seemed to go so quickly, because quickly my walls were squeezing his dick and I was screaming with one of the best orgasms I had in my life.

A few more thrusts, trying to push further into my body, through my tightness, Connor stilled and rested his forhead on my shoulder.

We stayed there, silent and motionless. He just held me up, against the tree, not looking at me and resting his head. I just looked at the sky. It took me a few moments before I could even begin to come down from what had just happened, but now that I had, I couldn't believe what I had just done.

I wiggled slightly, and Connor picked up the hint, gently setting my feet on the ground. He still wouldn't look at me. He just kept his head down, still standing very close in front of me. It was an awkward moment to say the least. Both of us were naked, with no spare clothes, and, well, it's Connor! And me! And holy shit Connor is a vampire!

"Con-"

"Bella, I'm sorry." He finally looked at me, but he wasn't really looking AT me. He was looking slightly off to the side. Not meeting my eyes.

"Connor it wasn't just you. I mean-it's...dammit. What I mean is, it's not your fault. It's mine. I saw you there and I couldn't stop thinking..." I trailed off, babbling in the uncomfortableness.

"Bella you're a vampire."

"Connor you're a vampire." I smarted back.

He took a few steps back, but turned slightly so that he wasn't staring at my naked body.

"How the hell are you a vampire?", he questioned rationally.

"How the hell are you a vampire?"

"Bella! Fucking stop!", he roared.

"Okay, sorry! It's just...weird. It's a very weird way to find out that someone is a vampire."

Connor's eyes darted to mine, then quickly back to whatever was in front of him to look at. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands over his face, and through his hair. He didn't seem mad.

"Look, my house is close enough by here. I don't think either of us wants to be naked any longer than we already have been. I'm okay with you coming back to the house and getting some clothes." I offered quickly, trying to difuse the situation.

He still wouldn't look at me, just kept staring into space. Motionless. A statue. A really incredibly hot statue, with a big-.

"Listen, we need to talk anyways. Just...come on."

I started walking towards the house, without looking back at Connor's still form. After a few paces, I heard his footsteps behind me. This was going to be a weird conversation.

AN: Okay! Well! Can't help those animalistic tendacies can ya!? Sorry about the long update. I got caught up with reading some of my favs and it distracted me. But you know what helps me keep going, REVIEWS! Come on people! ;)