New story…I'm just teeming with ideas. LOL. Anyhow, I'm just going with this story off the cuff to see where it goes in the first chapter. If it's good, I'll continue it. If not, we'll have to see. I'm delving back into the realm of vampires. But, Bella's the vamp this time. Without further ado…
Unfortunately, not mine.
Damn. It.
Chapter Five
As I drove on the highway, I called my attorney, Jenks, to inform him that I needed my Michigan home opened up and prepared for my arrival in a few days. I also told him that I needed food and other human necessities, like toothpaste and deodorant. If things are going to happen as quickly as Alice had alluded, I was going to have to take Edward and run. The nice thing with my gift, I can put him into a safe slumber while we traveled.
Unfortunately, my biggest concern is Emmett. He was nearly fully changed when I was up in Wisconsin. I prayed that I got through to him but I wasn't holding my breath. I'd have to wait until he actually attacked before I could force his hand.
I got back to Chicago around eight. I hopped in the shower once I got home and washed the smell of the nasty lake off my body. Nothing is more foul than fishy water. Yum, yum. Once I was clean, I called Edward. To say he was happy to hear from me was an understatement. He asked about my day and that he missed me. Hearing the longing in his voice made want to run to him, gather him in my arms and kiss him senseless.
I was almost tempted to drive to his place, but I needed more brown contact lenses. I had depleted my supply and had to wait until tomorrow to get them. Thankfully, the eye doctor that I used let me purchase as many as I needed at a time.
When Edward started yawning over the phone, I urged him to go to bed. He sulked but acquiesced to my strong request. We said our goodbyes and hung up. I did some more research regarding the Cullen's diet. Apparently, there was another coven that adhered to the same ideals in Alaska, the Denalis. I sent off an email to their leader, Eleazar, to ask if he had any words of wisdom for a vampire that was looking change their dietary habits. I sent the same email to Carlisle as well.
As the world slept, I manipulated and tweaked my stock accounts. I also arranged for Emmett's mother to receive an amount of money to be deposited into her checking account until she died. It was the least I could do since I felt partly responsible for her son's 'death.' It wasn't that noticeable, but she would comfortable until she passed. Plus, I made arrangements for Emmett's funeral, when he was to be discovered that he was 'dead.'
Around three in the morning, I had received an email from Eleazar Denali. He explained that he had learned his ways from Carlisle when he lived briefly in Volterra. Eleazar further went on to say that the lifestyle is a struggle but it was worth it. The relationships that he had with his mate and his vampiric daughters, Kate and Irina and Kate's husband, Garrett, were stronger than the bonds of any vampire in Volterra. He also explained that carnivores were more palatable for someone just beginning the lifestyle as they tasted more like humans. Eleazar preferred the flavor of pumas while his wife, Carmen, liked coyotes.
As I was reading the email from Eleazar, my cell phone rang. I looked at it and recognized the number as Carlisle's number that I had programmed in earlier. "Hello?"
"Bella?" came a quiet, but confident voice. "This is Carlisle Cullen. I just got your email. It's very rare that I get correspondence from vampires interested in changing their lifestyle."
"It's not every day you get a vampire who's willing to change," I chuckled. "But, I'm tired of being a monster. I want…I need to…"
"You love him," Carlisle said.
"Yes," I murmured, venomous tears falling down my cheeks. "I'm so afraid that he's going to see me as this complete monster once my identity is revealed. According to Alice, it'll be soon."
"Bella, I can't say how he'll react. However, have you been around mated vampires before?"
"No, Carlisle. Jasper sired me…but obviously, we weren't mated," I answered.
"Jasper isn't your sire, Bella. He just found you," Carlisle muttered. "Do you recall any of your human life?"
"Not much. I know my name, Isabella Swan and my parents are Charles and Renee Swan. Other than that, I've got nothing," I said.
"Hmmm. I'll have to convince Jasper to come with us when we fly out the day after tomorrow," he said curtly. "Anyhow, the bond between two mated vampires is very strong. You are aware when your mate is not with you and find it difficult to concentrate. There are some bonds that are stronger but I've only seen it three or four times in my lifetime."
"What's this stronger bond? I mean, what are the symptoms, I guess?" I asked
"You physically are in pain if you are not close to your mate. You are in tune with their thoughts, movements and actions. You would move heaven and earth to ensure their safety," Carlisle explained. I whimpered, rubbing my chest, as he described the stronger bond. "Are you feeling those?"
"Yes," I choked out. "It is so painful. I can only imagine what he's feeling."
"And your bond is this is strong while he's human," Carlisle muttered, as if to himself. "What else, Bella?"
"What do you mean?"
"What about his scent? His blood?"
"It's very potent. I've got to feed more if I'm around him. Alice mentioned something like he was my 'singer,'" I answered, running my hands through my hair. "It takes all of my control to not suck him dry, Carlisle."
"Have you been intimate with him?"
"Had sex? No, Carlisle. As far as I know, I'm still a virgin. Hell, I don't even remember how old I am. I guesstimate that I'm around twenty-ish, but I don't know. I'm so confused," I wailed.
"Breathe, Bella. Let me have you talk to Jasper. He can calm you down," Carlisle soothed. I sobbed, falling onto the floor and curling up into a ball.
"Bella, listen to my voice," Jasper sang into the phone. "I know you're confused. I know that you're upset. All of your questions will be answered. I promise you."
"How much do you know, Jasper?"
"Most of it. I'll tell you when we are reunited in two days, Bellsy," he said, calling me by the nickname he gave me. "Please calm down, sweetie. Think of your Edward. Imagine his face."
I shut my eyes and pictured his perfect face. From the coppery mess atop his head to his slightly lopsided nose. From his mossy green eyes to his plump pink lips, begging for my kisses. From the freckles along his forehead to his angular and chiseled jaw. My Bella. My beautiful angel.
"Better, Bellsy?" Jasper asked.
"Yeah. Thanks, Jasper," I whispered.
"Look, we will see you in two days. Did you make arrangements to open up your cabin?" Jasper questioned.
"It's done. My attorney is making the arrangements. Are you coming here or Michigan?"
"Alice is saying there. Chicago," Jasper replied. "She's a bit glazed over at the moment. We'll call you if anything changes. Oh, and after you get your contacts, go help your boyfriend pack up his townhouse. Alice is saying that he won't be back there after today."
"Okay, thanks, Jasper," I said.
"Bye, Bellsy."
"See you later, Jasper."
I hung up my phone and noticed that it was roughly nine in the morning. I had been on the phone for several hours, talking to Carlisle and Jasper. I tossed my phone onto my desk and went to get dressed. The day was cool and cloudy. I was grateful for that since I could venture out in the daylight without worrying about exposing myself. I headed down to my car and drove to the optometrist. I slipped on my sunglasses and wandered inside. They were more than happy to oblige my request for nearly a hundred pairs of brown contact lenses. However, the hefty 'bonus' I was providing helped out a great deal.
When I was done with the optometrist, I dialed Edward's number on my cell phone. A few rings later, his velvety voice washed over my ears, "Edward Masen, how can I help you?"
"Hi, Edward," I smiled.
"Bella," he breathed. "How are you, angel?"
"Better now," I giggled. God, I sound like a moron. "What are you doing?"
"Working on some updates for several of my websites," he replied. "Why?"
"Do you want some company? I missed you yesterday," I said. Because searching for your best friend and discovering that he's now a bloodsucking leech kind of puts a damper on things.
"I've got to work on these updates then I have to finish packing up my townhouse," he explained. "It'll be kind of boring. But, I desperately need to see you, angel. As weird as it sounds, I have to hug you. Kiss you."
"That doesn't sound weird. It sounds perfect," I cooed. "I'll be over in an hour."
"Great! Oh, and my mom and her husband want to meet you, angel. I hope you're not busy tomorrow night," he said.
"No, but your mom? What if she doesn't like me?" I squeaked.
"She'll love you," Edward soothed. "I'll see you soon, angel. Drive safely."
"I will, Edward." I hung up the phone and all but skipped to my car. It didn't take nearly as long as I had thought to get to Edward's townhouse. So, I figured I'd get him some coffee from the local Starbucks. I also got a cup of coffee for myself before driving over to his townhouse. Before I walked up to his door, I popped in a pair of brown contacts and stuck a handful into my purse. I balanced the cups of coffee and rang his doorbell.
No sooner than I pressed the button, then the door was wrenched open. Edward's eyes were glowing a bright green and his face was ecstatic. "Bella," he breathed.
"I brought us some coffee," I giggled, holding up the cups. He licked his lips and moved to the side to let me in. Once in his foyer, he took the coffee cups from my hands and placed them on a small side table. Then, he wrapped his arms around my waist. His lips were on mine, moving excitedly against me. I moaned and tangled my hands into his unruly mop of hair. He bent down and picked me up. Instinctually, I wrapped my legs around his waist. The cool metal of the door was pressed to my back and I opened my mind up to Edward.
Oh, my Bella. She's back in my arms. God, I love her so much. It's like I become whole when she's near. My beautiful angel.
Edward's need to breathe broke us apart. His green eyes were sparkling like the most beautiful emeralds. "Hi," he said cheekily. "I guess I missed you."
"You think? Or do you molest all of your girlfriends like this," I teased, wiggling in his arms. I could feel his excitement poke me in the ass. He was very turned on. It altered his scent slightly.
"Nope. Just you, angel," he said as he dipped his head, nipping at my neck. "God, baby, you smell so good." He ran his nose up my neck before suckling on my earlobe. I moaned even louder, tightening my hold on his biceps. However, I grabbed him too hard and he fumbled me. "Damn, you're strong, Bella." He lowered me and massaged his arms.
"Sorry," I chuckled nervously. "I work out. Sometimes I don't know my own strength."
"I've got maybe an hour of work left to do and then more packing," he groaned.
"I can start working on the packing," I said. "It'll give me something to do while you're slaving away."
"If you want, I would appreciate any help with the kitchen. I don't have the patience to wrap each plate," he chuckled. "That means that I have to take you out to dinner tonight, my love." He nuzzled my neck. I giggled at his innocent little nips to my throat.
"We could go out to eat near my place and you could spend the night," I offered, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing his nose. With Emmett nearing the end of his transformation. I refused to let Edward be anywhere by himself.
"Are you inviting me for a sleepover, Miss Swan?" he asked.
"I am," I smiled seductively. "It'll be fun."
Edward's eyes darkened and he growled lowly. Most humans would not be able to hear what he emanated from his chest, but the aroused snarl sent an electric shock to my body, straight to the spot between my legs. My own growl filled my ears. I stepped away and dropped my gaze to Edward's chest. I was unfamiliar with that yearning. It excited me. It frightened me.
"Why did you pull away, angel?" he asked, placing a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
"I'm sorry," I chuckled nervously. "Just…it's nothing. Do you have boxes for your kitchen?"
"Of course, angel," he said, kissing my lips swiftly before twining his fingers with mine. Stacked in a neat pile were roughly ten Rubbermaid containers. On the kitchen counter, several rolls of bubble wrap and tape. "Are you sure that you want to do this? I mean, it's my damn kitchen."
"Edward, please," I said as I cupped his cheek with my hand. "You go do your computer thing and I'll start your kitchen." Finish your kitchen.
"Okay," he said, taking my hand and kissing my palm. "I'll be upstairs in my office if you need me. There's markers in the top center drawer of the island and if you need anything else, let me know. I promise I will try and finish in an hour."
"Take your time, Edward," I said as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his soft, full lips. He groaned as he tried to deepen our kiss. But, I implanted a thought into his head. Work. Must work. With one more chaste kiss, Edward squeezed my ass as he jogged up the stairs. Once I heard his office door close, I began working at packing his kitchen at vampire speed. I wanted to have it completely packed by he was done working so I could legitimately have his life here in this townhouse be finished after our afternoon together.
About an hour and half later, Edward came down the stairs and was sufficiently shocked at the fact that I had finished packing his kitchen. How in the hell did she do that in an hour? Is she super woman? "You've packed my entire kitchen?"
"Plus, I've started working on your CDs," I said as I gestured to the empty bookcase near his television. "DVDs are next."
"You're a machine, angel," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around me. His lips took purchase on my neck and he languidly ran his mouth up and down the column of my throat. "Do you really not like my place?"
"It's fine, but you're moving. Trust me when I say that waiting to the last minute pack absolutely sucks," I said turning around in his arms. "I've moved more times that I care to admit and I abhor packing. So, if I have enough time, I start as early as possible to ensure a smooth move."
"I'll take it from the expert," Edward said as he brushed my hair over my shoulder, suckling on the sensitive spot behind my ear. God, I love when he does that. I love the feel of his mouth on my neck. More… "I'll give you more, my Bella. Just say what and it's yours, baby."
I stiffened and looked up at him. His brow furrowed. "What?"
"Nothing," I said. "Let's finish this and we'll tackle your bedroom."
"You just want to get into my underwear drawer," he teased. He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. I obviously hurt his feelings. Opening my mind, I desperately wanted to know. One minute we're kissing and I'm hearing her say that she loves when I kiss her neck. That she wants more and then, she stiffens? I'm so confused.
I slammed my mental block shut, both ingoing and outgoing. "I'm going to use the restroom, Edward."
"Sure, angel," he replied, kissing my nose before releasing me. He took over where I left off and I darted to the downstairs bathroom. Reaching into my pocket, I quickly texted Alice.
Alice – it's Bella. I need your help…
Is this about Edward being able to hear you? – A
How did you…never mind…psychic – B
Exactly. Bella, he can hear you since he's your other half. You have this telepathic connection that I've never seen before. Whereas you can implant thoughts into other beings, Edward can, or rather, will be able to read your mind as easily. – A
Is he like me? Telepathic? Does he have my same gift? – B
No. Well, he does not have the same gift. He's just a telepath. It's beginning to manifest itself while he's human since he's spending time with you. And no ,he will not be able to do what you do with implanting thoughts…he can just listen to mental voices. Does that help? – A
Yes. Thank you, Alice – B
Anything for my sister. See you in a couple of days, girlie! Love ya! – A
You don't even know me – B
I know enough that I already love you like a sister, Bella. Get used it. You're not alone anymore – A
Still trying to wrap my head around it. I strongly like you, Alice. Let me meet you face to face before I proclaim my sisterly love to you, okay? – B
Got it, sis! Later! – A
I pocket my phone and change my contact lenses. Finishing the pretense that I had gone to the bathroom, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I walked back to the family room and saw that Edward had finished with the CDs and was starting on the DVDs.
"So, when you move, what are you going to do with the furniture?" I asked.
Edward jumped, pressing a hand to his chest. I apparently startled him. "Jesus, I need to put a bell on you. You're deadly quiet," he said as he chuckled.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," I said. "Furniture?"
"Oh, right. I'm leaving the furniture and started fresh in my condo. If I can't sell this place, I'll just rent it," he shrugged. "I just want to start the next chapter of my life. With you. This place is in my past and…shit, I must be freaking you out. I mean, here I am telling you that I want a future with you."
"I'm not freaked out," I said as I took his head in my hands.
"Bella, I want it all with you. Marriage, house, children, hell, even a dog…" he laughed. My face fell when he mentioned children. "What, love?"
"I can't have children, Edward," I whispered. "The circulation disorder makes it impossible for me to bear children."
"We'll adopt, baby," he said as he crushed me to his chest. "All I know, is that I want forever with you, Bella."
I pressed my ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I want an eternity with you, Edward," I smiled. "I love you."
His heart took off and he hugged me closer to his chest. "Oh, Bella. My angel," he crooned. "I love you so much." He pulled away and took my face in his hands. We met together in a soft, loving kiss. His lips mold to mine, caressing and massaging my mouth. My arms around his neck while his hands are resting on the curve of my behind, pressing my body to his burgeoning arousal.
However, the scent of him in this state of arousal was causing the monster inside of me to growl and burst to life. His pulsing blood. His succulent scent. His soft, fragile body. I kissed down to his neck, feeling his essence pump beneath his skin. NO! This is your MATE!
"Edward, I need to stop," I choked out, stepping away.
"I'm sorry, love," he said, dropping his hands from my body. I felt empty when his warm touch left my body. He had a look of confusion on his face but it was too much. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Look, I'm going to run and get us something to eat. You finish up here and then, yeah," I said as wrung my hands nervously. "I just need to cool down. Any requests?"
"Whatever you want, Bella," he said as he reached for me. I stepped back, smiling sheepishly. He frowned but nodded. "You set the pace, angel. I'm sorry if I pressured you."
"No. You're perfect, Edward. I'm just battling something that I need to get under control," I said. "I'll be back soon, okay?"
"Okay," he said, the dejected tone clear in his voice.
"Edward?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you," I said as I touched his arm. The electricity that was surrounding us ignited when his gorgeous face broke into blindingly beautiful smile. He placed his hand on mine, squeezing my fingers.
"I love you, too, Bella," he whispered. He picked up my hand and kissed the palm of my hand, running his nose along my wrist. "Drive safe, angel."
I nodded and left his townhouse. While I was packing his kitchen, I noticed a lot of take out menus but the most 'loved' menu was a local joint called Portillos. I ordered two Italian beefs and French fries. I also got Edward a strawberry milkshake. For some odd reason, he thinks I smell like strawberries and well, I may as well play into that. Hence, the strawberry milkshake.
When I got back to his townhouse, I've managed to tame the monster inside of me. I desperately wanted to drain someone but I refrained against my better judgment. Besides, I don't think Edward would appreciate me leaving for hours to go and drink an animal in Wisconsin. Anyhow, we eat a quiet meal, save for the music that is being piped through the kitchen with his iPod.
"Bella?"
"Yes, Edward," I replied, looking at him.
"You trust me, right?"
"I do, Edward. Why?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
"I just feel like you're not telling me something. You're holding something back from me and I'm worried," he said, blushing in frustration.
Oh, Edward. I want to tell you, but now's not the time. Just… "Edward, there is something more. I'm just fearful that once you know, that you won't love me anymore. I've been alone for so long…" I sniffled, pushing my lunch away.
"What is it, Bella? Did you kill someone?" he quipped.
Too many to count. "It's complicated, Edward. Just give some more time and I promise to tell you everything," I urged. "I trust you with my life. With my heart. With my very soul, if I have one."
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"Nothing, Edward. Just, please trust me now. I promise to tell you everything," I said as I stared into his eyes. I wanted to open my mind and convince him to drop it but, this was my mate. He deserves to know. And he will know. Just not now.
"Okay, Bella," he said, with a heavy sigh.
"Thank you, Edward," I murmured, placing my hand on his arm. He picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles before tossing our lunch into the garbage.
The rest of the afternoon is spent packing up Edward's bedroom and clothes. He raised his brows when I told him to pack a bag for a few days. I said that I wanted to spend some time with him. Plus, his mom lived in my neighborhood. We were still having dinner with Betsy and her husband, Richard tomorrow. As I mentioned that to Edward, my cell phone beeped from my pocket.
Tell him to pack a good week's worth of clothes, Bella. Things are getting clearer. It's happening tomorrow – A
What's happening tomorrow? – B
Emmett and Victoria – A
"Fuck," I spat.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Just bad news," I said as I shoved my phone back into my pocket.
"Anything I can do?"
"No. I'll handle it," I sighed. "You may want to pack some more clothes. I want to keep you prisoner in my condo for more than just a few days. And bring your laptop."
"You make it sound like I'm never coming back here. Not that I don't mind. I'll be your prisoner for the rest of my life, angel, but the cryptic shit is boggling my mind."
Trust me, Edward. Please, just trust me, I urged him mentally. He gazed at me and nodded minutely. Then, he started packing some more clothes into his duffel bag. I hated that I had to resort to using my gift, but it's for the best. Without any preamble, I ran into Edward's bathroom. I slammed the door shut and fell to the floor. I bit my finger to prevent the sobs from escaping my lips. I hated taking away his free will. If Edward didn't want to be with me…
"Bella? Love, are you okay?" he asked, knocking on the door.
No. "I'm fine," I said, trying to keep my voice even.
"Bella, it sounds like you're crying," he said as he opened the door. He walked in and saw me on the floor. I buried my face in my knees, trying to hide my face. I didn't want him to see me like this. Weak, vulnerable and a mess. "What is it, angel?"
"Why do you call me that?" I asked. "I'm not an angel, Edward. I'm a monster."
"How could you say that?" he replied, sitting down across from me. "I've seen nothing monstrous about you at all. You're brilliant, beautiful, funny and so loving."
I took away your free will, Edward. With a mind trick, I forced you to pack more clothes since after today, you're never coming back to this townhouse. I looked up at him and stared at him. My contacts were close to disintegrating but at this point, I wished they would. I want him to see my scarlet red eyes. I want him to realize that I am a monster and that he's better off without me. Yes, I love him. I'd do anything for him, but I'm a leech. A bloodsucking parasite that deserves the damnation that I've been sentenced to.
Edward didn't say anything. He just smiled softly and pulled me into his lap. His warm body cocoons me and I lay my head against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart. "I don't know why you're upset, Bella, but I'll always be here. Just let me love you."
"What if after you discover my 'secret,' you won't me?" I asked.
"Doubtful," he chuckled. "It hurts too much for me to be away from you, angel."
Monster, I chastise internally. I really need to just tell him. But, the fear of losing him is too great. What if he doesn't want me?
I'll always want you, Bella. You're my everything…I love you. Don't. Ever. Doubt. That, he said mentally, in reaction to my inner musings. The determination in his mental voice calmed me somewhat, but the nagging fear of his leaving me lingered in my head.
xx A&M xx
I managed to calm myself down after my breakdown in the bathroom. Edward finished his packing and we loaded up his luggage into his car. He followed me back to my condo where we spent the evening watching television and cuddling on the couch. That night, Edward slept in my bed. Once I was sure he was asleep, I contacted Jenks to put all of the boxes in Edward's home into my storage. I explained that I'd leave a key taped in the mailbox along with the security codes for the alarm. I had swiped a key from his key chain and figuring out his security codes were not all that difficult. I also managed to put all of the bills into my name until it was sold so Edward would not be held responsible for the late charges.
Finally, I created several aliases for Edward when I spoke with Jenks, obtaining passports, driver's licenses and birth certificates for each of the aliases. Jenks assured me that they would be delivered to my Michigan cabin by the time I arrived. I thanked Jenks and left my condo to go hunting. Normally, I'd just find some low-life scum but I had to adhere to my new diet. So, I ran to Wisconsin to eat some local wildlife.
After drinking three deer and a coyote, I ran back to Chicago, eager to get back to Edward. It was just past three when I got back home. I listened intently. Edward's heartbeat is slow but steady, indicating he was still asleep. I slipped into the bathroom furthest from my bedroom to shower. Quickly drying my body and my hair, I dressed in a long-sleeved blue shirt with a pair of gray yoga pants. I slipped back into the bed and looked at Edward. He was so innocent while he slept. His gorgeous features were smoothed out, completely relaxed as he dreamed.
He had also removed his shirt that he had on earlier. His muscular back was perfect. I ran my fingertips along the sinews of his corded muscles. My touch elicited a low moan from Edward as he shifted, turning his face away from me. I continued running my fingers down his body, watching with rapt attention the reaction from him. His smooth skin erupts in gooseflesh and his moans become louder. So does his heart.
Crap. He's waking up.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes bleary with sleep and his voice deep from disuse.
"Watching you sleep," I giggled. "You're so beautiful, Edward."
He rolled onto his side and pulled me to his chest. Our legs are tangled as he cupped my neck. "That would be you, Miss Swan," he chuckled, nuzzling my neck. His lips again found the sensitive spot behind my ear. His tongue lapped there and his teeth nipped at my earlobe. I whimper and tangle my hands into his hair. "You like that?"
"Very much," I replied breathily.
"Can I do some more?" he asked, looking at me.
"Like what?"
"Just trust me, angel. If it's too much, tell me," he murmured, bringing his lips back to my neck. I nodded, not trusting my voice. His hot mouth is moving slowly down my neck until he reached my collarbone. Using his tongue, he traced it along the length of my collarbone until he reached the other side of my throat. His mouth moved back up to ear where he pulled it between his lips, suckling and nipping at my skin. His fingers had dipped beneath my shirt and were languidly moving across my taut belly. He reaches my hip and gently squeezed. I giggled. He raised his head. He's grinning crookedly. "You're ticklish?"
"Apparently so," I laughed. He squeezed my hip again and I squirmed, trying to get away. My laughter rang through the bedroom as his fingers danced along my hip and stomach. When he rolled so he was on top of me, the world fell away. And not in a good way…
"My pet. You look so beautiful like this. You're not going anywhere," he smiled evilly. He thrust his body against mine and I could feel that. "Your innocence first and then, you'll be mine, little girl."
"Please," I begged. "No! Don't hurt me. I don't want this."
"Too damn bad, little girl," he growled, ripping my shirt away from my body.
"Stop," I squeaked. "Stop, please. Get up."
"Bella?" Edward asked, rolling off of me. He looked at me as I hopped off the bed, and sprinted into the bathroom. I began washing my hands maniacally, trying to erase the scar on my wrist. Edward came into the bathroom and tentatively put his hand on my shoulder. "Angel, what happened? One minute we're laughing and then…"
"I don't know," I whispered.
"Bella…have you been…raped?" Edward asked, his pale skin even whiter than mine.
"I DON'T KNOW!" I yelled. "I just don't. I'm sorry but…I don't know. Parts of my memory are hazy and I don't know."
"Shit," Edward rasped. "Angel…" I looked at him and saw pity, confusion and anger. I turned off the water and dried my hands. "Have you…?"
"It happened a long time ago, Edward. I don't remember it, except for flashes. Apparently, I had a big one while we were fooling around," I said coldly. "Look, you go back to bed. I need some time to myself."
"Are you mad at me?" he asked, his eyes filled with regret.
"No. I'm mad at the situation. The fact that I…don't know what happened to me," I muttered bitterly. "I'll see you in the morning." I turned on my heel and left Edward in the bathroom. I went into my office and locked the door. Once inside, I finally lost it. I managed to keep it quiet, but I got the opportunity to cry for the unknown feelings that I had for Edward. I cried for the frustration of not knowing my past. I cried for it all.
What I wouldn't give to sleep at this moment. Just to forget this madness for a few hours. But, alas, the life a vampire requires no sleep. Your brain is constantly moving. Your body is in motion all of the time. So, I have to deal with this. Fuck, I need a shrink. I must be the only vampire that needs psychological help.
Around eight in the morning, I padded out of my office. Edward was in my kitchen, eating a bagel and some nasty cream cheese. His eyes were red rimmed and he had dark circles underneath. "I'd ask how you slept but the haggard appearance you've got going answers that for me," I quipped, my own joke falling flat.
"I tossed and turned, Bella. I was worried about you. I still am. I just want to make everything better for you," he answered, a lone tear falling down his cheek. "When you hurt, I hurt, angel."
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his slender waist, pressing kisses to his bare back. "I know, Edward. Believe me, I know. I'm sorry I pulled away."
"Have you considered talking to someone about it?"
"No. But obviously, I need to," I shrugged. "I'll make some calls, okay?"
Edward turned and held me to his chest. His lips were pressed to my forehead while I closed my eyes, listening to his heart. God, his heart. My beacon of light. What grounded me to this world. Perhaps, Jasper's information about me will help me remember my hazy human history. I just prayed that it did. This not knowing my past was weighing on my future.
The rest of the day was spent with Edward working on his laptop for his business. I pretended to do some work for my 'job.' However, I spent most of my day researching the Cullen's way of living and reading about their travails as vampires through the Volturi database.
Name: Carlisle Cullen
Birthdate: December 15th, 1620
Vampire Birthdate: February 1644
Nationality: British
Sire: Ralph Devonshire, Deceased, February 1644 (killed in a raid)
Power: Maintaining his humanity and conscience
Current Location: Forks, Washington
Coven: Cullen Coven
Carlisle Cullen is the patriarch of the Cullen Coven, or as he prefers, his family. He turned in 1644 by Ralph Devonshire, an ancient who lived in the sewers of London. Carlisle was attacked by Ralph, receiving a bite to his neck. Ralph was later destroyed by the same raid that Carlisle was leading. Unfortunately, the bite that Ralph inflicted caused Carlisle begin his change to be a vampire. Not wanting to bring attention to himself, Carlisle hid in a pile of rotting potatoes in hopes of a swift death. A death that would not come. After three days, Carlisle became a vampire. However, he managed to keep his conscience. He cannot kill another human. In vain, Carlisle tried to end his vampiric life, but to no avail.
It was on the brink of starvation that he stumbled on a deer. Acting on instinct, he drained the animal and his decision to become a 'vegetarian' has been solidified. Carlisle stayed away from major cities, drinking from the blood of animals. After approximately fifty years, he enrolls in school and become a doctor. He never practiced until nearly a hundred years later once he had his bloodlust under control.
During his studies, Carlisle spent some time with the Volturi as a valued advisor to Aro, Marcus, and Caius. He assisted the rulers of the Volturi in understanding the nuances of humanity since Carlisle's humanity was intact. Unfortunately, Carlisle couldn't handle being around the constant violence of the Volturi and the lack of respect of human life. He left after thirty years, heading to the new world.
Carlisle maintained correspondence with the Volturi but the letters were always brief, never divulging much information. However, he was adamant on maintaining his vegetarian lifestyle. In addition to that, he found his mate in Esme Cullen (née Platt), and daughter in Rosalie Cullen (née Hale), having giving them their vampiric lives. Recently, Jasper Whitlock and Mary Alice Brandon joined the Cullen Coven.
"What are you reading, Bella?" Edward asked.
"Just some research about a doctor I may talk to," I answered. Carlisle's a doctor. Perhaps he can shrink my head. "What time are we going to your mom's? That's if you still want me to go with you…"
"Of course, I want you to go with me, angel," he said as he moved my laptop to the table. "I want my mom to meet you. She'll love you. Just as I do."
"You still love me even though I'm all sorts of fucked up in the head?" I snorted.
"You're not fucked up," he said. "You're just, a little lost. Now, my mom said that dinner is going to be at five. It's four now. How long do you need to get ready?"
Three hours. I don't know what to wear, I mentally cringed. What do you wear to your human boyfriend's house while you're being introduced to his equally human mother? "Not long," I answered.
"Well, I'll let you do what you need to do. I never realized how close you were to my mom. Do you want to drive or walk?"
"How close?"
"About four city blocks," he answered.
"Let's walk," I answered. With a swift kiss to his lips, I got up off the couch and locked my laptop. He smiled and followed me to the bedroom where his duffel bag was located. I darted into the closet and again, texted Alice.
What should I wear to dinner with Edward's mom? HELP! – B
Wear the purple skirt, white cami and beige motorcycle jacket – A
And BREATHE! – A
What if…Emmett? – B
Not until after. We're nearly to Chicago and will meet you at your condo, or at least very nearby to your condo – A
Did you run? – B
Yes. I know that my favorite sister is going to let me drive one of her fuckhot cars to Michigan – A
Oh, lord. Thanks, Alice. I appreciate it. And which car? – B
The hot red one – A
Done! – B
I found the skirt that Alice suggested along with a white camisole. The nice thing about being a vampire is that the girls are never going to sag so I went without a bra. Besides, I was wearing a jacket. I went into the bathroom and put on some makeup to give myself the appearance of looking human: soft blush, hide the circles under my eyes and pink up my lips. I quickly braided my hair, leaving it over my right shoulder and curled the ends.
Once I was finished getting ready, I slipped on a pair of shoes that looked like ballet slippers and headed back into the bedroom. Edward was pulling a black button-down shirt over his body and tucking it into a pair of black jeans. I bit back a moan as stared, openly ogling his ass.
"See something you like, Bella?" Edward asked as he wiggled his butt.
"Very much," I giggled. "You have a perfect ass."
He looked over his shoulder and slapped his butt with his left hand. I smiled and rolled my eyes. I let him finish getting ready. Walking to my wine cooler, I picked up a bottle of red wine to bring to his mom's place. It seemed appropriate for me to at least try into her good graces since this is the last time she'll see her son.
"We probably should get going, angel," Edward said as he slipped on a tan leather jacket over his shoulders. "It's four blocks, but my mom is a stickler for punctuality."
"Does she like red wine?"
Edward took the bottle from my hands, pursing his lips. "This is her favorite," he said. "But you don't have to bring anything."
"I want to," I said as I took the bottle back. "I want her to like me…"
"She'll love you, angel," he said as he kissed my forehead. "Let's go."
I picked up my keys and twined my fingers with Edward's. The walk was nice. Edward told me more about his childhood. In addition to being a genius, he also was some child prodigy on the piano. I asked him to play for me when got to his mom's place since she still had his piano. Edward wrinkled his nose but nodded. He explained that he hadn't really played much since he graduated from college with a minor in music, but he still enjoyed it.
We soon arrived at a large brownstone. "Wow," I mumbled. "You grew up here?"
"Ah, no," he laughed. "This is really Richard's place. The house that I grew up in is in Glenview with another family in it."
"Oh," I said, blinking at his admission. "Did you take it hard when your mom moved out of your childhood home?"
"A bit, but it was too big for her. Just her. Besides, she couldn't handle the basic upkeep of the house since it was so large. She had a cleaning service, but it was just…the combination of the house and grieving my father; it was the best decision to sell."
I nodded and let Edward guide me up the front stairs of the brownstone. Using a key on his keychain, he lets himself in. "Mom? Rich?"
"In the kitchen, Edward," called a male voice. "Your mother is fighting with prime rib and unfortunately losing."
"Shut it, Richard!" called an exasperated female voice.
"God, they bicker like siblings," Edward sighed. "Come on, love. You ready?"
"No," I whimpered.
"Bella," he said, taking my face in his hands. "She will love you. Just like I do. Well, hopefully not like I do since that's a little weird. Anyhow, relax and be yourself, angel."
"Okay," I smiled. I looked up at him and the love radiating off of him was coming off of him in waves. "Thank you, Edward."
"I love you, angel. Don't forget that," he said quietly, kissing me on my lips.
"I love you, too, Edward," I responded against his mouth. He pulled away and blew a raspberry into my neck, causing me to giggle.
"God, I love that sound. Sounds like music," he chuckled, lacing his fingers with mine as we walked into the kitchen. "Ugh, Mom…did you burn the poor cow?"
"Shut it, Edward Anthony Masen," she spat, turning around. Her eyes were the same as Edward's: a bright mossy green. Her hair was a similar shade of his, a coppery red with touches of gray in her soft shoulder length waves. She was a little taller than me with a roundness to her that was associated with being a mom. Her hips were wider and she sported a subtle gut. However, she was beautiful and I could see her features in Edward's perfect face. "It's not my fault that someone turned the oven to 450 degrees as opposed to 350 degrees."
"Oh, no, dear. You're the one who turned on the oven," chuckled a blonde haired man. "You were just, um, distracted."
"Please tell me you didn't have sex in the kitchen," Edward groaned.
"We didn't have sex in the kitchen," his mom said with an impish grin. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
"Mom, you just admitted that you did the dirty with Richard in this room. Probably on this counter and you want me to introduce to my friend? Besides, she's more than a friend," Edward said with a look of shock, disgust and chastisement.
"It wasn't this counter, Edward. It was that counter," she laughed, pointing to the counter behind us. "And it wasn't sex. Richard was doing…"
"LA LA LA LA!" Edward said as he plugged his ears. I covered my mouth and laughed at his immature reaction. "I'm not hearing this!"
"Edward, I've had sex. You're clear proof of that. How else were you born? Immaculate conception? That only happened once. Anyhow, I'm Elizabeth Masen Conrad. But everyone calls me Betsy. This guy is Richard Conrad, my husband."
"Nice to meet you," I said as I held out my hand. "I'm Isabella Swan. However, I prefer Bella."
"Nonsense with the handshake, give me a hug," she laughed as she pulled me into her arms. Using my gift, I listened to her thoughts. Such a lovely young lady. However, she looks so sad. Is my son making her happy? She released me and gave me a crooked smile, just like Edward's. "Now, let's see if I can salvage dinner. If not, we're having pizza."
"Does pizza go with this?" I asked, holding up the bottle of wine.
"This," Richard said, taking the wine from my hands, "goes with everything. Do you want a glass, Edward?"
"Give me something stronger. I need to bleach the mental picture I'm having of you two," Edward chided, arching a brow at his step-dad.
"Oh, hush," Richard snorted. "Do you want a glass, Bella?"
"Just a small one," I answered.
"Edward?"
"Fine, Richard," Edward smiled.
"Why don't you give Bella a tour of the house, Edward?" Betsy said as she routed around in the fridge. "Oh! Lasagna! Bella, do you like lasagna?"
"I'm afraid not, Betsy. I'm lactose intolerant," I lied smoothly. Lasagna is the Italian dish with the cheese, right? No cheese. Cheese is nasty.
"Then pizza is out, too. Hmmm, Greek! I can call Greek Islands for some of their Chicken Riganati! You'll like that," Betsy said as she scampered to the house phone, dialing a few numbers. "Go, show her around. Wow her with your mad piano skills, Edward."
"Mom, you've been watching too much MTV," Edward snickered.
"Whattup, G?" Richard bellowed, handing us our glasses of wine. "Fo shizzle, my nizzle, yo!"
"Who are you people and what have you done with my parents?" Edward asked, shaking his head. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he dragged me away from his family. "They've been possessed with Snoop Dog and The Situation."
"Who?" I giggled.
"Never mind," Edward snickered. "A tour. Here's the living room." We were on the main floor. The walls were painted a soft cream to offset the dark cherry floors. The furniture was a pale blue with a homey feel to it. The center of the room was a large Steinway piano that was covered with three pictures: a picture of Betsy and Richard's wedding day, one of Edward wearing a cap and gown, holding a diploma and a picture of a man who looked similar to Edward, crouching down next to a gap-toothed, younger version of my mate. "That's my dad," he whispered, picking up the picture of he and his father. "Edward Senior." He handed me the photo.
It was early fall as the trees were just starting to turn. Edward's hair was covered by a black baseball cap. He wore a matching black uniform, holding a baseball bat over his shoulder. His cheeks were pudgy but the eyes were exact same, a brilliant, glowing green. His father was wearing a baseball jersey with the word 'coach' stitched over his heart. I could see where Edward got his stature and face shape. He was a spitting image of his dad with his mom's coloring. Edward Senior had dark brown hair with hazel eyes and more olive colored skin. "You look like him," I said as I ran my finger over the younger Edward's cheek.
"That's what my mom says. But, I don't see it," he chuckled. "I'm taller than him and more pale than him."
"You have the same shaped face and your noses are the same. Well, yours is slightly crooked," I teased.
"Yeah, it was at that game that made my nose crooked," Edward deadpanned. "I got beaned in the nose with a rogue foul ball, breaking my nose."
"Ouch," I grimaced.
"Come on, we'll come back to this room. If I remember correctly, I have to wow you with my mad piano skills."
"Okay, Liberace," I snorted. He took the picture from my hands and placed it back on the piano. He took me around the brownstone and pointed out certain features. I could tell that Edward didn't truly feel at home here. He respected his step-dad but the lingering sadness of losing his father was still there. After the tour, Edward brought me back to the living room.
"Have a seat on the bench," he said as he led me to the piano. "And don't laugh. It's been awhile since I've played."
"You can play an instrument. I, sadly, cannot," I said. "Wow me, Mr. Masen."
He lifted the piano lid and cracked his knuckles. He straightened his body, cleared his throat and began playing…chopsticks?
"Seriously, Edward Anthony?" Betsy bellowed from the kitchen. "You had lessons since you were three!"
"I'm just playing, Ma!" Edward laughed. "This is for real now." He glanced at me and laid his hands on the ivory keys. Then, angels wept. Oh my GOD! I mean, he was phenomenally good. Music poured out of him like magic and it was all from memory. I don't know how long we sat there while Edward played but when he stopped, I wanted to sob. He lifted his hands and placed them in his lap. "Yeah, I wrote that for my senior recital."
"It was beautiful," I whispered.
"I forgot how much I enjoyed playing," he said as he ran his fingers over the keys. "I may have to get a piano for my condo."
"If it means I get hear more of that, then by all means, please do," I said as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Dinner's ready!" Richard called. "Hot off the stove of Greek Islands!"
"I really hope that he doesn't try to make homemade saganaki. His eyebrows just grew back," Edward sighed.
"Do I really want to know?"
"No. Not really. But they're my family and I love them," Edward said. We got up from the piano bench and walked into the kitchen. The table was set and the food was laid out in serving plates. Richard gestured for us to sit down. Edward gallantly helped me into a chair before sitting down himself. Richard poured us some more wine and he sat down across from Edward. Betsy finished dishing out the food into serving platters and she plopped down next to Richard.
"To new relationships," Betsy smiled. "I like you so much better than Tanya, Bella. So respectful and delightful."
"Mom, she hasn't said more than three words to you," Edward smirked.
"I had an argument with Tanya the first time I met her over my deviled eggs," Betsy grumbled. "She did not respect me or your step-dad. I'm so glad that you didn't marry that woman. She was trouble."
"She was a skank," Richard said. "Laurent wasn't the first guy. I'm certain of it."
"Richard?" Edward asked.
I opened my mind and honed in on Richard's thoughts. Apparently, Tanya had put the moves on Richard, palming him at some holiday function. Thankfully, Richard got himself out of the situation but the damage was done. "She flirted with me and got a little fresh with me," he said, waving it off.
"Does Mom know about this?" Edward asked, his brows shooting to his hairline.
"Yes, she knows," Betsy snarled. "Uncouth skank hoe. Dug her claws into my son and then tried to put the moves on my husband?"
Our meal lightened up significantly after Betsy's proclamation that she liked me better than Tanya. Richard told me all about his business, which was in the porn industry. He actually owned a company where you could take a casting of your partner's penis and have a custom-made dildo of your partner's member. Edward was a million shades of pink while Betsy regaled in her Richard 'Dick.' She then tried to sell me one of Edward's, um, penis. Edward's head fell to the table and he banged his forehead against the wood. Politely, I thanked her but said no for the dildo.
Dinner was over and Edward shooed his parents out of the kitchen. We cleaned up the food, placing it into containers for Betsy and Richard. Together, we washed the dishes and put them back into their respect places. Edward made some coffee and put together a cookie tray. We walked back into the living room with a tray of coffee and cookies. The rest of the evening was spent listening to Betsy sharing embarrassing stories of Edward in his clumsy childhood. He was bright red for the remainder of the evening.
And my throat was burning.
A combination of Edward's blush and his mother's scent, which was similar to Edward's, caused me to become very thirsty. So thirsty that I hadn't had to put the contacts back into my eyes. They were coal black.
Around nine in the evening, Richard yawned. Betsy blushed, lacing her fingers with her husband's. Edward groaned. My parents are giving us the cue that they are going to have sex. Kill. Me. Now. I giggled at his mental admission, which caused him to look at me, arching a brow. I bit my lip. However, the clue was loud and clear. We said our goodbyes and hugged Betsy and Richard goodbye.
When I embraced Betsy, her mouth grazed my ear. "Take care of my boy, Isabella. He loves you very much and for some strange reason, I feel like it's good bye. A final good bye. But, he deserves you."
"I promise to keep him safe, Betsy," I whispered back. She pulled back and kissed my cheek. With one more hug to his mother, Edward and I left the brownstone and began our walk back to my condo. I deliberately left my mind open to see if I could hear Emmett. However, I couldn't. My hackles were up, though. Something wasn't right. The wind was too still. The air too stagnant.
"Bella, are you okay? You're very tense," Edward said. "I'd figure since the meeting with my parents went so well, you'd be more chill."
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to relax my body. "Just a lot on my mind."
Thirsty! Thirsty! Smell fresh blood!
I hissed and looked around, pulling Edward behind me. "What the hell, Bella?"
"I need you to stay behind me, Edward," I said, looking into his eyes. "Trust me."
"Is there something out there?" he asked as we got to a park. "If so, I can handle it."
"No. You can't," I said. There was a low growl in front of me and I turned. Emmett stepped out from behind a tree. His eyes were bright red and his muscles were rippling.
"Emmett?" Edward choked. "Is that you?"
"Edward, no," I growled. "That is not Emmett. He looks like Emmett but the Emmett that you knew is dead."
"But…"
"Hmmmm, dinner," Emmett snarled. He crouched and readied himself to feast on my mate. His friend.
I crouched in front of Edward, growling lowly. Edward was confused as he watched me face off with his friend. However, Emmett just had one goal and that was to drain Edward. I tried to reach him but his mind was so focused on Edward; it was a futile exercise. I needed to get him out of here.
Then, Emmett charged.
A/N: Cliffie…los siento, folks. I could have continued it but this is already nearly 10k words. Anyhow, pictures of Betsy's house are on my blog (link in my profile) along with what Bella wore. Please, leave me some lovin! Reviews = faster updates and I'm certain you want to know what happened, right? Right? Up next will be the 'fall-out' of Emmett's attack and Bella's reveal, her past, and Edward's reaction.