Author's Note: Hey all, I'm in Vancouver and trusting my spectacular beta jkane180 to post my shit for me. Big love to Jess. Big love to everyone who voted BBS for best Bella in the Gigglesnort awards! Swanagan won best Bella in the Small Fry category. I love you guys sfm. Stay tuned for an announcement...
"Stop it, love. Please stop crying. I'm not leaving you!"
Yeah, that's what he said now. But I was too clever and stuff. I mean, fool Bella once, shame on you, fool Bella three times, makes Bella a dull boy...
I took out my iPhone and started typing in parody of myself, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," over and over again until Carlisle took my phone away, the piss-ant!
"Here's Johnny..." I dead-panned. Charlie and I used to watch The Shining over the Christmas holidays when I was a kid. The reference made me feel more like myself.
As for Edward, I was on to his crap. 'I'm not leaving you' was code for 'I'll stay as long as it's best for you.' My brain was like the spongy filter of a heavenly DuMaurier to the smoke and mirrors of his sweet words. "You're lying, and I don't exist."
...And fuck, I needed a smoke!
"Carlisle!" Edward's voice was exasperated. "What did you do to her?"
"Highly intensive therapy due to the time constraints. I employed the Freudian method rather than my typical Jungian technique. It appears she's now trapped in a degenerative cycle of negative thoughts and associations."
"In English, Carlisle."
"She's highly delusional, paranoid and severely depressed."
Oh god, if only I could summon the will to say something scathing and witty here. Helplessly, I looked at Edward. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Captain Obvious. Care to make any further astute observations on Bella's condition?"
Carlisle was adequately flummoxed. I leaned into Edward's shoulder and sighed.
"I got your back, baby," he whispered into my ear, causing an immediate flood of happy to lubricate the dull synapses of my serotonin starved brain.
"Leave us alone." Edward looked hard and angular and pissed as all fuck at Carlisle. That old familiar shot of adrenaline and dribble of pussy juice clued me in to the fact I suddenly wanted to be fucked.
"Son..." Carlisle didn't finish his thought because I launched myself at Edward, pulling his hand to the low riding waist band of my jeans.
"Get out!" he repeated, his voice cracking.
"I need it, Edward," I pleaded, my vision suddenly blurry with tears. "Finger bang me into oblivion. I want to feel something good."
He growled, his hand expertly undoing my jeans, while he used his other arm to hold up my limp frame. "Get out, Carlisle," Edward ordered while simultaneously kissing and muttering impassioned curses against the flesh of my breasts.
"Edward, this isn't going to help matters. Bella is unwell... and you're obsessed."
"Make him go away?" I pleaded, groping at his pants ineptly. He captured my wrist and covered his cock with my hand. It strained and twitched at the zipper of his jeans.
"I'm not going anywhere, Edward. Leave the girl alone. She's not going to get healthy with you confusing her like this."
"No. She's mine. I'll make her mine." He sounded so desperate. My heart leapt and fell, all at once. "I love you, Bella. I'll never leave you. Let me make you mine?" he implored.
"You will not change her, son. Not like this."
"This is no longer any concern of yours. I'm taking her away. I should have done it ages ago."
Some long-dead instinct in me tried to summon a fight or flight response to Edward's admission. I wasn't sure if I cared enough about my humanity to fight him. My instincts were indeed backwards because deep down, I knew I wanted him to win. The pain of the transformation would be fuck-awful, this I already had some inkling of, but it would mean being with Edward forever.
This was the logical path our story had to take. Edward and Bella: the greatest love story of all time. Fuck Romeo, fuck Heathcliffe, fuck Tristan, fuck Paris and the horse he rode in on.
"Do it! Change me, before anyone can do anything about it. Fuck me and change me, Edward. I want to be with you forever." Still, I was terror-stricken at the thought of him biting me. I'd have to be a moron not to have considered the implications of eternal life. That shit just wasn't natural. But whatever, I was desperate for something grand to bring me back to life and this seemed like a pretty good solution.
All the same, Edward hesitated. "Do it!" I goaded. He brought his mouth to my neck, and I shrank away from him. "Sorry, wasn't ready. Try again!"
"I can't allow you to do this Edward." Carlisle had his phone in hand, sending texts at vampire speed. Idly, I wondered if anyone had thought of creating an app for quick-draw texting, since the speed the vamps employed in typing was faster than standard technology could recognize, or so I postulated.
"Bella, do you want this? Will you be mine?"
"Edward, you thick motherfucker, I was always yours. Get me out of here... I don't want to be changed under duress, but I'm scared as fuck of losing you."
"Never, baby. I'm never leaving you. Without you, I'm nothing."
"Nah-uh. I'm nothing! You're everything."
"No, Bella. You are my life-"
The door was thrown open with such force, the walls seemed to shudder. All at once, space seemed to disappear around us... uh, not really. Two huge forms made the room appear infinitely smaller.
"Dude, stop arguing; you're both insignificant turds on a gnat's behind," Emmett laughed, restraining his brother. Jacob grabbed my arms and pulled my shirt back down to cover my breasts.
"Let go of me!"
"Aw, Bells, c'mon. Jake's doing you a favour. Carlisle said you're quoting Jack Nicholson or some shit. Can you recognize how truly fucked up this situation is?"
Carlisle and Emmett both struggled to keep Edward subdued while I mourned the loss of my afternoon fix of sparklepeen. No good could come of this unexpected turn of events.
"Let go of me, Bounty-boy," I sneered and qualified, "That's your name now."
"Can't do it, Bells. Charlie is beside himself with worry. We love you, honey, and we want you to get better."
"Edward," I sobbed. He looked stricken.
"Sorry, doll," Emmett interjected. "It's Chinatown."
-({})-
When I awoke, I hadn't even realized that I had been sleeping. Hannibal Lecter was transported in the movie Silence of the Lambs, via an armed guard while donning a suit and mask with so much leather bondage even the most jaded domme would blush and look away. This was my first cognizant thought upon awaking, immobilized and strapped against something so hard my back protested against the stiff surface.
"Edward?" I sobbed like a pussy. "Where am I?"
My gummed eyelids struggled to part. Desperately I itched to rub them with my fists however, as I already fucking mentioned, I was bound, lying prone on my back, terrified and disgraced.
"Dr. Cullen? She's waking up!"
Well, fuck a duck! The voice of my kidnapper belonged to my own flesh and blood.
"Charlie?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"What the fuck?"
"How are you feeling, Bells?"
I couldn't quite turn my head to ascertain my surroundings; my neck was too cramped and sore to even test the limits of my bindings. On the ceiling, and I use this term loosely as it was barely two feet above my nose, there was a dimly lit no-smoking sign, a pair of air vents blowing stale, cool air at my face and chapping my lips, and a reading light, the kind you see on airplanes.
Oh crap, hell, shit and fuck and stuff! The dull roar of the engines and shaking of the chairs beneath me didn't clue me in at first.
"Where am I?" I repeated, feeling very much unladylike as a rage so perverse I was sobbing took over every natural impulse. "I'm on a mother fucking plane! How the fuck did you manage this bullshit? Why am I bound to this torture device? Did Carlisle convince you to go all Medieval with my therapy now?"
"No, baby, nothing like that. We just needed to restrain you for your own protection."
"Where's Edward?" I demanded, albeit fruitlessly.
"Now, Bella. We'll talk about the boy when we get to Southlake."
A white coat materialized in the cabin, hovering somewhere above my head, all angelic looking in her white cloak. "Top you off?" she asked, and I nodded at the syringe.
"I want DuMauriers when we land at Pearson."
The drugs worked quickly; I was snugly and happy. This particular white coat was an angel after all.
Author's Note: Tomorrow my sister pimp and super-cool friend altheajams will be hosting a readalong on twitter for Becoming Bella Swan starting at 9:00 EST. I really hope you all can join us!
I'm still replying to reviews from the last chapter and I'm sooo sorry if I haven't replied to you yet. I've read every review, some multiple times! So, I'm in Vancouver, away from my husband this week. If I ever needed a pocket buzz it's now!