Nightmare
Edward's POV
I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to pleasure her. I wanted to kill her. I am a monster; she is an angel. I wondered if Alice saw in her vision my intense desire for the girl's blood and for the girl herself. I'm assuming that I won't eventually loose control and kill the girl in blood lust or Alice never would have sent us to get her in the first place. But then again her visions are only tentative at best.
The moment the wind blew her scent in my direction I was lost. If Carlisle hadn't grabbed me, reminding me of where we were and of what we were doing, I might have pounced on the poor girl, the very same girl that was now resting her head on my shoulder, sleeping. Her hair smelled like citrus and her skin smelled like vanilla. Her clothes smelled like clean laundry fresh off the clothes line. Amongst all these scents though, one scent in particular was stronger than all the rest, much stronger: the scent of her blood.
She whimpered softly in her sleep and her hand squeezed mine. She seemed to be having a nightmare. Considering the nights events, I wouldn't be surprised. She stirred again and her heart beat quickened. She began to mumble the word "no" over and over again. Emmett and Jasper both looked over at her, and Carlisle eyed her in the rearview mirror.
"She's having a nightmare. She's absolutely terrified." Jasper whispered over to me.
"Bella. It's ok Bella. It's just a nightmare." I shook her shoulders softly, trying to wake her from the awful dream. A sob erupted from her, and her eyes opened. She shrank back from my touch, only to bump into Jasper, which made her jump. Another sob erupted from her and she leaned forward and placed her head in her hands, sobs coming one after the other. Both Jasper and I rested our hands on her back hoping to calm her. She jumped initially at our touch then relaxed a little. She trembled silently, the sobs lessened, but she was obviously crying.
What bewildered me was how much it hurt to see her like this. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be ok. Everything was going to be ok. We were going to make sure of that, but she didn't know that yet.
"Sweetheart it's going to be ok. Nobody's going to hurt you. You'll be safe with us and soon we will be home and you'll meet the rest of the family and we'll always protect you." Jasper babbled on, hoping to comfort her. In a way it irritated me, because I wanted to comfort her.
I gently tugged her hands away from her face. I took her chin and made her look up at me. Tears streaked her face, and hung from her long eyelashes. She looked exquisite even now. She smelled exquisite.
"Bella, you're coming home with us. You're going to meet my sisters Alice and Rosalie and Carlisle's wife Esme. Esme's going to love you. She might drive you a little nuts, because she's such a mother hen, but you'll see everything's going to be ok. We live in a nice house in the country. It rains a lot, but the scenery is beautiful, and it is really peaceful." She looked up at me, her lower lip trembling, tempting me to kiss her, tempting me to taste her. I kept my face friendly and sincere, but I knew that my eyes were still black with desire. I would have to feed soon.
"Who's Alice, Rosalie and Esme?" Bella whispered, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Alice is Jasper's wife, Rosalie's my wife and Esme is Carlisle's wife." Emmet responded from the front seat. "You'll love them. If you love shopping you'll really love Alice." He chuckled. "It might give poor Jasper a break from being dragged to the mall every other day."
Bella looked to Emmett and then back to me. "Who's your wife?"
If I was human I might have blushed, instead I smirked. "I'm not married Bella."
For the life of me and I can't imagine why, Bella blushed, a beautiful rosy pink blush that highlighted her cheek bones. If I was human my heart might have skipped a beat. God she was beautiful.