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There was a flutter, soft like a whisper against Edward's palm. Thoughts that weren't his own bombarded his mind, questioning, frightful, worried and filled with despair. Edward coiled his body tightly around the mans to restrain him from lashing out and quite possibly causing problems within the household. He couldn't have the man hurt himself amongst a coven of vampires who were trained to be unhesitant when it came to danger. A soft groan of pain filled the air, a heady scent of earth rising from the man's lips and teasing Edwards' nostrils. The auburn haired vampire relaxed his grip as the man stiffened against him, suddenly aware that he wasn't alone in this room.

It's so cold, the thoughts said. Why am I so cold?

Edward leaned away from the man but kept his arms and legs secured about his body as he came to his senses. Brief flashes of the room before the two of them rolled through the man's eyes. Edward saw the man stare down at his pale arms draped across his body and he felt the man shiver in what appeared to be fright. No, this can't be…I wasn't supposed to find-

The thought was cut off by the man sitting up, easily getting out of Edwards grip to turn and stare at him. The vampire was baffled at just how easily his body was tossed aside, as if his strength were nothing. Why do I hurt?, Came the man's voice in Edwards mind.

Edward stilled stared up at him dumbfounded, watching those bright solemn brown eyes probe his own for an answer. The man was even more beautiful then when he was immersed in a deep slumber. His hair, although still covered in dried blood, ran past his shoulders, covering that scarred tattoo Edward has seen earlier. The auburn haired vampire wished to move the hair aside and reveal the tattoo, find out what exactly it was. He didn't like not knowing answers to the simplest of mysteries but this man, was more than a mystery currently. He was also a threat. But oddly enough, Edward felt no fear...

Edward shook his head, reminding himself of Bella, his little human catastrophe, his fiancé. "I do not know, I found you out in the forest and brought you here. We mended your wounds" Edward answered almost on autopilot, forgetting that the man before him was unaware of his mind reading capabilities.

The man grimaced but never took his eyes away from Edward's own, topaz fought for dominance against brown. But brown won and Edward glanced away. I wasn't supposed to find you just yet; the man's thoughts were darkened by a sense of puzzlement. Edward was no epitaph but he could feel it within his own mind. "What do you mean that you-". But Edward never got to finish that sentence; a pair of warm rough lips sealed themselves firmly against his own.

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He wasn't sure what was happening. Hands were all over his bare chest, filling his frosted skin with a sensational fire. A tongue grazed feverishly against Edward's bottom lip, pushing against the fold of soft skin to get inside. Edward opened his mouth subconsciously, feeling his body become forced against the warm one of the man that sat before him. His feeble attempts to get out of the man's grasp were all for naught, he couldn't move him, he was too strong. That frightened Edward. Maybe this man was more of a threat then he had originally presumed. Edward's legs were pushed apart, harsh impatient pants filling his ears as a wet tongue circled the dark cavern of his mouth.

He felt as if he should pull away, to break free…But he was powerless. Strength was on the brown eyed mans side at the moment; there was no fighting against it. Edward simply gave in, hating himself for enjoying the way the man's body moved against his own..Fire and ice meshed together both melting and freezing all at once. A hand came to cup the front of Edwards' boxers, warm and gentle. Edward couldn't help but press into it, squeezing his eyes shut against the sensation. He was disgusted with himself but he wanted it, it felt too good. Too fucking good.

I'm sorry; I wasn't supposed to find you yet. And with that the man's hands were gone; his body was gone, running toward the glass window just in front of the medical bed. Edward stared after the man in open mouthed shock, reaching up to touch his lips as the glass window broke to mere remnants of what it once was.

I'm sorry; a whisper came in Edwards ear as the man leapt from the window sill. Into the night from which he came.