Hey! So I changed my username to Fang-Fiend. Thought it suited me a bit better. Plus, I'm in that True Blood & Vampire Diaries hype right now.

This story is probably going to take a new, more exciting route! Woop. (:

Rated M for lemons, language, and the works.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 3: The Devil and Me

-Edward's POV-

Bella drifted off to sleep without haste as I watched, listening to her heartbeat from across the room.

The smell lingered. It hung like a cloud of fog in the small-enclosed space, making me dizzy with lust and hunger. I looked, panicking, at the closed window, wishing it would magically open and save me from this temptation. I knew I needed to leave. I was going insane.

I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, bathing in the scent of her arousal for another antagonizing hour, just to be sure she fell into a deep sleep before I left.

I ran through the woods in no particular direction, just as far away from Bella as possible. I couldn't be anywhere near her. I couldn't stand it at the moment, without ravishing her. Or worse.

I settled underneath an alpine, seeking some kind of refuge in my own mind, sitting on the moistened ground.

My thoughts were out of control, swimming with profane ideas; wanting to touch her, lick her, bite her. I tried desperately to shake the thought out of my mind. Of all the things I wanted to do most, why must it be that?

I stopped, mentally exhausting myself with useless thoughts. I knew why I wanted to bite her. I grew aroused thinking of her pulsing neck, the artery just below the thin layer of skin. And I still smelt like her. My clothes, my hair, it reeked of Bella.

I couldn't take it. The beast rattled at it's cage, snarling, tempting me with vulgar thoughts.

I'm alone, I thought, away from endangering anyone.

I pulled and fumbled at the button on my pants as fast as I can, antsy to let the animalistic side of me take over.

I freed myself from my jeans, not thinking twice before grabbing my arousal. I groaned, welcoming the dirty thoughts that formed in my head, spilling from my imagination.

Words could not describe the wanton need I had for her – to own her – make her mine.

Intense pleasure began to pulse through me as the images flashed through my mind without any control.

Bella on the ground in the woods as I fucked her senselessly, pinning her to the forest floor as I bit her neck, feeding on her. Pushing her against the lockers at school during break and ravishing her, eating her out on my bed before I drank from her femoral artery.

I was overcome by the monster that fueled my bloodlust. I let him take over, surrendering myself to the evil that dwelled inside of me.

My climax hit me harder than any train as my other hand dug into the earth, my legs convulsing as I pumped the white fluid out of me with loud groans.

I laid myself against the tree, feeling completely spent as my blood thirsty urges finally began to dissipate.

My breath became even once again and I stood, pulling up my pants and brushing myself off.

It was four in the morning before I got back to my house. The lights were beaming out from the window as I walked through the back door.

"Eddy! Look who decided to leave his lady friend!" Emmett boomed, racing down the stairs and embracing me in a one-armed bear hug.

"Jesus, you smell like you've been…" Emmett stopped short, observing me carefully, before his eyes grew wide.

"Is my little bro finally a man?" His face lit up, squeezing me in another one-armed brotherly hug.

I shrugged away from him. "I'm not in the mood for this, Emmett."

"Guess not…" Emmett mumbled as I walked up the stairs to my room.

Just before I reached the door to my room Alice decided to pop up in front of me, a menacing smile on her face.

"Dammit, Alice," I growled, pushing passed her. "Can't I just be alone for five minutes without anyone trying to invade my privacy?"

"Well that's not a great way to treat your favorite sister. Plus, didn't you have enough 'alone time' in the woods just before you arrived?" She smiled mischievously.

"Oh god… You saw me…" I sat down in complete mortification, squeezing my eyes shut and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"I wasn't trying to invade your privacy – "

"Alice, please, just stop talking," I groaned.

I was just making sure you were all right… I knew your mind was a little twisted after what happened with Bella…

"About that; why didn't you warn me? I almost killed her," Saying the words out loud only made it more real.

"It happened so fast. It's not like you were planning it," she groused. "Don't blame me for this, Edward. We all knew something like this was bound to occur. Everyone knows what happens to a vampire that suppresses sexual feelings for their significant other, and you should be grateful it didn't turn out worse, cause next time she might not be too lucky." She huffed and crossed her arms across her chest.

"I know, Alice. I wasn't blaming you for anything," I sighed. "I scared myself. I had barely any control over what I was doing. I wanted to kill her." Animosity towards myself built as I said the truth aloud.

"But you didn't, Edward. She's still alive because you did maintain some kind of control. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"Easier said than done," I said, slumping onto the futon.

Carlisle appeared in the doorway. "I heard what happened, Edward. We need to talk about this."

I groaned. "Is there anyone that doesn't know? Can everyone stop eavesdropping on my life, please?"

Alice playfully smacked my arm. "Come on, you've been living with us for centuries. You should be used to this by now."

Carlisle shot me a stern look. "I'll see you in the dining room in five minutes."

"WHAT?" I bellowed, standing up. "Now that is completely unnecessary, Carlisle." What was he thinking? Having the 'birds and the bees' talk with a vampire over a century old?

It's very necessary. "You're putting Bella in danger," he countered.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "Well I've been doing that for a pretty long time now."

Carlisle searched my face, then sighed, defeated. "Fine, Edward. You know more well than I how much danger you're putting her in. I just don't want to see you make the wrong decision." He placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it slightly. You're the one that will have to live with those decisions. I don't want to see you in pain, son.

Of course, he was right. I knew what I should be doing – sitting at the old table in the dining room and talk about the dangers of my new sexual appetite. And how to control them.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Bella: Where are you?

"Shit!" I cursed, looking at the time. It was already nine-thirty in the morning.

Hunting. I typed quickly. Will be there in an hour. Love you.

"I have to run," I said, stuffing my phone in my pocket and making my way up the stairs to my room.

"We'll talk about this later, Edward," Carlisle hollered after me.

I quickly threw on some clean clothes and jumped out the window. I was immediately assaulted with the scent of nature's bounty – the wildlife that fueled my immortal body. The familiar fiery burn in the back of my throat ignited and my muscles tensed as I swallowed back a mouthful of venom.

I stood in back of the house, taking a deep breath, gauging my surroundings.

"Mind if I come along with you?" Emmett asked, suddenly beside me.

"You can if you want, but I'm not coming home. It's going to be fast – I'm on my way to Bella's." I looked over at him whose eyes were hopeful and pleading.

He shrugged. "I don't mind."

I smiled. "Let's go then."

It didn't take us long to find ourselves a good morning meal. I sat under an alpine on a large boulder, waiting for Emmett.

He came into view with a wide smile. "So why did you need to go hunting? We just went yesterday." He knew exactly why I needed to feed, he just wanted me to say it out loud.

I rolled my eyes, "Why did you come if you weren't hungry?"

"To make fun of my little bro. Why else would I?" He shrugged, smirking. Always so straightforward.

I groaned looking at my phone. I still had time to kill.

"Alright, fine. Might as well get this over with. Go ahead," I said, motioning with my hand, "Start the ridicule."

He laughed. "Awh, don't be that easy." Bet Bella has never seen you this easy before.

I couldn't help but laugh a little at his innuendo.

"But seriously, Edward. I know how uptight you are about the subject, but you really need to listen to some of our advice before you do something you'll really regret."

I looked down at my hands and fumbled with my fingers nervously.

I took a deep breath, nodding my head. "I do, I need help," I said, defeated.

"I just want her so bad… it literally hurts. Every time I get intimate with her… every time things start to get heated I just want to…" I stopped, searching for the right word, "devour her."

I heard the panic resonate in my own voice – the part of me that feared the worst for my mate. I've come to terms with wanting to drink her blood. I knew that no matter how hard I tried to suppress the urges, the hunger, that there would always be a part of me that wanted to drain every last drop Bella's body had to offer. No, it wasn't that which I was worried about – I have that completely under control – It was the mere fact that my body now hungered for something completely different, something I have no experience controlling since I never had to.

"That's completely natural, Edward." He said, patting me on the shoulder.

"I know it's normal! I just don't know how to control this. I'm going to hurt her, I know it. I want to hurt her. Ugh, I make myself sick." I was disgusted at my thoughts, at my nature, at myself.

Emmett's faced softened as his mind became sympathetic.

"You just need to practice, take baby steps. Remember when you thought you would definitely kill Bella? That obviously never happened – "

"Yet," I added.

Emmett frowned, scorning me. "Like I was saying… You took time with her, and you eventually got used to her scent. You've been with your singer for over two years and haven't drunk from her. You should get a medal for that."

I smiled, a bit annoyed. "So your point?"

He rolled his eyes. So much for the mind reader. "My point, Eddy, is that you have to stop pretending like you're never going to have sex with Bella, because you will, and while she's still human. You have to face reality; if you don't satisfy these other 'hungers', you'll most likely be having an impromptu fucking session before the marriage and who knows if Bella will make it out alive."

I let this information seep in. I could just see it now; the blood, the tears, and my lifeless bride.

"Shit, you're right," I said, digging my nails through my tousled hair. "What do you suppose I do?" I pleaded.

Practice. He thought in an instant.

I shook my head, fearful. "I don't think it's that simple, Emmett."

"You're just psyching yourself out. Try going a bit further then stop. It's not too difficult. You'd be surprised what you could accomplish." He smiled.

I shook my head, still wary.

"Well, it's either that or eating Bella. Your choice." He shrugged.

Better get back to Rose now, we have a hot date planned. He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Hasta La Vista!" And he was gone.

Bella was in the kitchen cutting some fresh strawberries as I quietly slipped through the front door. I could hear her heart beating steadily inside the room, unaware of the potential danger.

I stood in the doorway behind her, basking in her scent. Her hair was still wet from her morning shower and brushed to one side, showing the crook of her pulsing neck.

Her tantalizing blood, the soft rhythm of her heart, hypnotized me. I walked slowly up behind her, gauging each step carefully to ensure that it was silent.

A board creaked annoyingly under my foot, causing Bella to jump and turn around, still grasping the butcher knife tightly in her hand.

"Holy crap!" She sighed, after her heart skipped a few beats. "You have to stop creeping up on me like that!"

Trying not to laugh, I took the knife from her hand and placed it on the counter behind her.

"Awh! But it's so much fun scaring you," I smiled, embracing her in a sweet kiss.

My body immediately reacted when our lips touched in the purest fashion. I tensed as venom filled my mouth and my teeth tingled, longing for blood.

I stepped back, taking an unneeded breath, releasing her.

"How was your morning, my love?" I asked smoothly, taking another step back giving myself some much needed space.

"Would have been better if you were here," She smiled, looking over her shoulder. My heart swelled at her remark, and I instantly felt remorse for leaving.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her hair, breathing in her floral scent.

I suppose luck wasn't on my side, or perhaps I jinxed myself.

One stroke of the knife. I kept thinking, paranoid, watching the butcher knife slice through the skin of the strawberry and into it's flesh, barely missing Bella's fragile finger.

It was as if God was waiting for the perfect moment to punish me for my ill biddings in the past, for the monster of the night I used to be.

The knife missed the strawberry by a fraction of an inch and punctured through her skin. She jumped back, squealing in surprise and fright.

I took a few steps back and held my breath at once.

I won't hurt her. I just fed. I'm not hungry. I repeated to myself.

She turned around and held up her finger. "Just a tiny cut," she shrugged. I watched, mesmerized as the tiny bubble of blood on the tip of her finger grew in size. She put her finger up to her mouth and sucked the blood off.

She caught my gaze and raised an eyebrow. "You alright?"

I shook myself out of the trance. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

She turned around once again and began to cut an apple.

"I'm making fruit salad for Charlie. I'm trying to get him to eat better," she snorted. I laughed, letting out the stale air.

"Oh shoot," She whined. I stopped in my tracks, smelling her blood fill the air once more.

"My cut started to bleed again," she pouted. She started for the stairs before I stopped her, grabbing onto her arm.

"What are you doing?" She asked me, eyeing my suspiciously.

"Uhm…" I thought. What was I doing? I took her injured hand in mine, observing the small cut with the miniscule amount of vital fluid peering out.

Before I fully thought out my statement or my plan of action I blurted out, "May I help…?" Holding her hand to my face.

Her eyebrows furrowed, confused. "The Band-Aids are upstairs. I was going to get one." She tried to pull her hand away but I did not relent.

I laughed nervously. Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.

"No, I mean I could help. My venom. It will heal you," I said, licking my lips. I was going nuts.

"Oh… but doesn't it bother you?"

It does, greatly. "Not anymore," I lied, taking her hand to my mouth. Instead of licking the cut, which is what I'm supposed to do, I enclosed the tip of her finger with my lips.

I groaned immediately, tasting her skin and fresh blood. Pure heaven. She attempted to pull away, but couldn't move in my strong hold.

I closed my eyes as the tiniest bit of her delicious life fluid rolled down my parched throat. In that moment I became crazed with bloodlust. I could feel my eyes changing to a deep demonic black, my teeth stinging with anticipation.

My teeth were inches away from her wrist, venom pooling in my mouth and dribbling down my jaw.

I stopped, trying to maintain some kind of composure.

I licked her cut clean and released her in an instant, pushing myself away from the immediate temptation.

I stumbled backwards, struggling to keep myself standing, drunk from my own appetence.

"I… I'm so sorry, Bella…"

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