Oops, forgot- All twi stuff is SM's. The rest is mine. Please enjoy and leave me love if like it. Your thoughts are always encouraging to me.
I'd also like to thank Dellaterra and TruceOver for their beta and pre-reading skills. They are infinitely more skilled than myself- hats off ladies.
On with the show...
I was hardly into this hunt and almost wished it was a doe's thick neck I'd be biting into. A simple mind, unfettered by greed or lust, was all I was looking for. Although her thoughts were not complex, they really were more than I cared to deal with. Thankfully though, this Rosalie didn't appear to need much in the way of seduction, I was spared that much. I read her thoughts easily as she spotted me. I was nameless and faceless in her fantasy and she never once considered that I wouldn't come onto her. In her mind, it wasn't even really my choice; I did it because I was rendered helpless by her beauty. She saw herself as the epitome of every classical woman and assumed no man could resist the chance to give it a try. I could only imagine what that phrase meant to her, though my nonchalant shrug apparently answered her unasked question. She giggled to her friends while she glanced over her shoulder at me. I knew she had seen me, but I didn't care to leave my image in anyone else's head. I ducked slightly into a darkened doorway, hidden from the sun. She quickly followed me into the building.
Her flirtatious banter and attempts to touch me were short lived. I thirsted for her blood, not her inane companionship. She quieted quickly, and I was thankful for that. She was used to being the dominant one, the aggressor, so she was momentarily thrown by my forward behavior. By the time she realized I wasn't kissing her neck, it was too late for her to scream. Her blood filled her throat, choking her screams and silencing her internal pleas. Her brain fought to understand, but fortunately, it too was silenced as it ceased to function.
I hadn't heard any tenants on the first floor of the building, but I didn't want her alerting the other floors. Listening for any thoughts or movements from the rest of the building, I lifted her limp, weighted body and carried her down to the basement where the furnace roared. After I had finished with the disposal, I waited. I sat in the dark with only the glow of the fire, and I waited some more. But it never came- that intense, immediate longing to feed again on human blood. The feeling of wanting to taste the thick, sweet syrup subsided, and in its place was only Isabella. I thought of her touch, her scent, her taste. I felt confident that feasting on a few more humans on my way up the coast to reunite with my would-be paramour would help fully restore me to the potent hunter I once was. The more I thought on it, the more positive I was she wouldn't be thrilled with my recent dietary choice. However, I couldn't imagine she would be happy with the pathetic, simpering wretch I had allowed myself to become. I had to gain back some control before I saw her again.
As I stood outside her window, listening to her flit about the softly glowing chamber above me, I knew I could now see her as my lover, not just as the fragile little creature I sought to protect. She had turned on some music, and though it was soft, I heard the distinct creak of her mattress as her body lay down. I thought about the way she would look, lying across her single bed, her head hanging off the side, rolling back and forth as her hair cascaded down the side and swept the floor in feathery, soft motions, her glistening, white neck exposed to the moonlight as she moaned my name. My strong hands bruising the insides of her thighs as I held them apart, despite her efforts to tighten them around my head while I licked at her soft, wet center. With my hands thusly occupied, I would have nothing but my mouth and tongue to probe her innermost secrets, my nose nuzzling her hard little bud, pulling back to watch it bloom and turn a deep, dark pink, displaying her gratitude and appreciation, until she let me use my hands where I wanted, holding her open, prying, pressing my finger, my fingers deeper, harder into her as she began to shake... I stopped palming my cock with a fierce snarl when some motherfucking ringtone dragged me out of my soon-to-be reality.
"Jacob? Hey. No, I'm just hanging out at home."
Well, I hadn't planned on that. She couldn't be too affronted with the death, or murder, as it were, of total strangers, but the present tone of her voice told me she might be angered over this one. I considered, momentarily, that my love wouldn't be enraptured by my choice, or my lack of remorse, but she would eventually understand that, like everything I did, his death would serve its purpose.