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SM OWNS TWILIGHT.

GODS AND MONSTERS

"I told you not to wake her up like that!" Carlisle's treating the cut above my eye. I swat him away when he dabs it with alcohol. I wince from the sting as Isabella fumes on the bed.

"I thought you died!" She's bleeding through her bandage. I want to tell her to calm the fuck down, but I'm too turned on to speak. "You were dead. I saw you. The blood."

"He stopped you."

"But the scalpel. I... I stabbed you." I can see her hands shaking, her eyes wide, as she looks at me.

"Obviously I'm not dead, Isabella." I roll my eyes at her overreacting. "You've never been a drama queen before."

"You kidnapped me. Both of you. I killed someone and you two kidnapped me."

"Protecting you. Be a little grateful will you?" I snap, pissed that she's getting so damn worked up over it.

"I killed that man!" She's crying, hysterical and wiping at her face so hard I'm surprised she doesn't break the skin.

"Would you like a gold star?" I was growing tired of her whining, her cries giving me a headache.

"Oh god Charlie." She's off the bed and grabbing my cell phone from the counter.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" I snatch the phone out of her hand throwing it against the wall.

"I was going to kill myself for you. I PUT THE FUCKING GUN IN MY MOUTH!" She screams in my face, spitting every word at me, and making my blood boil.

"You don't think I know that? You don't think I watched?" I shake her hard, angry at her for making me think about that again.

I didn't want her to fucking die. Not really.

"Of course you watched, Edward. You got off on it, too." I let go of her, shoving her into the comforter, and roll my shoulders, knowing if I touch her again I'll hurt her.

"Don't act so surprised."

"You are such a sick fuck." I shrug. A sick fuck she'll be riding later.

"Watch your mouth." I take a step toward her and I see it. The anger, the love. Her red rimmed eyes are wide as they stare at me. Daring me to try it.

"Or you'll what?" I eye the bag I've brought with me. It's zipped up right in the corner, scalpel still bloody inside.

I think about painting the walls with her blood, how incredible it would look mixed with the blues and whites.

"Hold still." Carlisle grabs my shoulder, pulling me back to the couch.

"If that bitch..." The book by the bed smacks me in the chest. The smile that slowly crawls up my face scares even me.

"You call me a bitch again and I'll aim for your eyes," she growls at me as she pulls at the bandage. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulder and her long legs are bent. I want to touch them, wrap them around my face, and make her scream in pleasure as I lick every inch of her.

"You are absolutely gorgeous when you're angry." And she is. Her cheeks are flushed, lips full and pouty.

"Get him away from me, Carlisle." She scoots back in bed, her shorts riding up her thighs.

"Don't be a tease, Isabella." I settle back in the couch, throwing both arms over the back as I watch her.

"Stop trying to take that off." He's already moving toward her, trying to keep her from doing any more damage.

"Let her touch it." I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting a smile as I watch her fingers.

"You're a fucking pervert." She shakes her head, looking back down.

"You never had a problem touching yourself for me before." She's going to hit me, and I can't fucking wait.

"Go to hell, Edward."

"What? No Mr. Cullen, now?" I watch as her cheeks turn red, and I can see the ghost of a smile on her lips. "Carlisle I'd like you to meet my not so innocent wife, Isabella."

"Bella, you already broke the lamp." Carlisle turns away from her just as she picks up the ashtray.

"I'll kill him." She winces, her fingers gripping the glass edge.

"Like you killed Jasper?" I'm too busy laughing to notice the ashtray's out of her hand and flying at my face.

I can taste the blood in mouth, and my dick grows hard in my jeans as I lick my busted lip.

"You crazy bitch!" I jump up to strangle her, when I feel Carlisle practically sit on top of me. "You better fucking move." I spit blood, my eyes locked with hers.

"I thought you liked it when I fought dirty."

"You remember that later, baby." I wink at her, and even from my spot on the couch I can see the fear in her beautiful face.

"You really think I'll let you touch me again? You really are delusional."

"And you are really starting to piss me off." My hands begin to shake, my entire body feeling {feels} as though it needs to break free from itself. She's pushing too many buttons at once, and I need to get the fuck away from her. Soon.

"You're pissed off? You?" She laughs at me, and I can feel the skin on the back of my neck prickle. "Piece of shit asshole." She mutters and I'm up, ready to wrap my fingers around her neck and strangle the life out of her.

"That's enough you two." Carlisle pushes off me, giving me a stern look, before picking up the bandages he dropped. "You're going to kill one another before I can fix you."

"I want answers, Edward." My eyes follow Carlisle as he moves to Isabella's side. I watch as his fingers touch her, my own gripping the cushion on the couch.

"I prefer Mr. Cullen." I tease, but I can feel the tension in my neck begin to grow.

"Is that so? Would you also prefer me on my knees trying to get my answers?"

"That's more like the Isabella I know." I chuckle, seeing the spark back in her eyes.

She doesn't even bother replying to me, instead, she grabs the pack of cigarettes I left beside her and lights one up.

"Since when do you smoke?" She hates the smell, the taste.

"Since I stuck a gun in my mouth. Since I thought you died. Since I killed someone. There's a very long list."

"Don't dump your ashes on the bed." I turn, grabbing my coffee, my eyes watching her as I take a sip.

"Are you going to answer me?" I ignore her, making her turn to Carlisle. "Do you want to give me some answers?"

"It's complicated. You shot someone, Isabella. We can't keep you safe in the States. This was our best option. I'm sorry." Carlisle looks nervous as he glances between us.

"Why didn't you just leave me?" I can see the tears collecting in her eyes as she looks dead at me.

"You think I'd really leave you to die?" My eyes harden as I watch her shrug. Like it's no big deal. Like I could really just leave her.

Like I could fucking live without her.

"You did before."

"I'd really hate to mess up that pretty little mouth of yours, baby." I sneer at her.

"You should have let me die." She shakes her head, her fingers drifting over the wound on her stomach.

"If you say that shit again, I'll have you begging for death." Every trace of humor I held onto breaks away as I look at her, and I can see the shiver run over her skin from my side of the room.

She should be scared.

"Was he like this as a child?" She asks, turning from me, as Carlisle looks over her wound.

"Edward was never a bad child. Smarter than most, but a good kid." He gives a shrug, as if it wasn't a big deal.

Isabella turns to me. Her big brown eyes are calculating as she tilts her head to the side.

"I bet you were a real monster as a child. Just good at hiding it." Her eyes narrow at me, and she smirks.

"Well, you never knew." I wink wiping the cocky look right off her tear stained face.

"Your back." His eyes go wide, and he flinches back when she leans up. The cuts up and down her back are still open, still fresh. I know he see's it too. That they'll never heal properly, she'll scar. That I've marked her. Laid my claim and he can't fix it.

"Your son." She deadpans, sending me a glare.

"Don't let her fool you. She enjoyed every minute of those wounds." And I'll enjoy making more.

"I think that's enough of Dr Cullen today." I don't want him near her anymore. It's making my head ache and I feel like I need to break something.

I watch as his eyes fall to her back. Shaking his head he grabs more bandages.

Isabella doesn't bother replying, hers eyes drift to mine, her bottom lip between her teeth. I know by her blush she's thinking about the mirror. How it felt against her flesh, breaking the skin, the blood dripping down her back. I can still feel her nails digging into my skin. She's staring at me, daring me, wanting me to punish her.

She may act like my actions don't turn her on in front of my father, but I'm not a fool.

Even now her legs cross, pale thighs rubbing together, and she's fidgets with the hem of my boxers she's wearing.

She wants more.

"Since Edwards decided smoking and watching you were more important, I wasn't made aware of these." Carlisle, the ever generous man, glares at me as he tapes on a new bandage.

"Thank you. I was enjoying the view."

"Where are we?" I can see her body tensing every time he touches her, and I know she's trying to take her mind off the pain.

I, on the other hand, would very much like for Carlisle to be the one in pain.

"Mexico. I have a friend who has been kind enough to help." His eyes are on us both, even when he's working I catch the glances at me.

He knows I'm angry, that my hands itch to snap his fingers as they touch her. He knows I've lost my temper over less. That when it comes to her anything is possible.

That even though I might regret it, I'd still kill him.

"We're here because I killed someone?" She jumps, yelping as Carlisle dabs her cuts.

"She's okay, Edward." I know she's okay. She would have been okay ten minutes ago.

"Get your hands off her." There is no emotion in my words, my fists don't clench, my eyes don't narrow. I'm angry, and I feel as though venom runs in my veins as my eyes flicker to his hand splayed across her bare stomach.

"Edward."

"Carlisle, you need to do what he says. Just go. He won't kill me." Isabella is trying to push his hands away. Her eyes on me, but I couldn't give a shit. I've put up with his hands on her for two days.

Two fucking days.

"You aren't safe, Bella." His hand moves further down, fingertips touching her hip.

"Well you really should have thought about that before, don't you think?" I can feel it, the vicious side of me planning an attack, the part of me that wants to play. I can already picture his skin as I peel it off, the blood coating my hands.

The pleasure in it.

"Isabella move." Fists clench, eyes calculating. I watch as his fingers lift off her as if she's burning him, as though it's the worst thing that he's ever felt.

Two days of touching, two days of his eyes on her breasts, two days of his skin on hers.

"Get out."

"I was only trying to help." He's backing away slowly, his hand already on the door, but the damage is done.

They've both pushed me too far, too soon. I know killing Carlisle would be a mistake. I fucking know it, but it doesn't take the edge off the need to hurt something. Someone.

"He wasn't hurting me." She pulls her shirt back over her head, and pulls her knees to her chin.

"Bye daddy!" I give a tight smile, and a small wave as he practically runs out the door and my eyes turn deadly.

I grab a cigarette, inhaling deeply, before I look at her. I can't think straight, not with her so damn close to me.

"You like testing me don't you?"

"You've put me through so much shit. You can't expect me to submit to you." Her back is against the headboard and I can see the fear in her eyes.

"Oh no. I don't want you scared of me. Bent over the couch and screaming my name, maybe, but never afraid." I run a shaking head through my hair, trying to keep it busy, away from her.

"We both want things we can't have." her defiance is one of the things I've always liked about her, but right now it only makes me want to run a blade over her throat so she can't speak.

"Sleep, Isabella." I don't bother looking at her as I grab the keys Garrett left me off the counter.

I can hear her screaming after me, and the sound of something shattering against the door just as I walk out of it.

I don't bother going back inside. As much as I want to go back in there and fuck her till she begs me to stop. I can already feel my cock growing hard at the thought of her clawing at me, moaning into my mouth, her nails on my chest.

I'd kill her if I did. I'd take it too far.

Instead, I walk until I see one of Garrett's men.

"I'll be your driver until you learn the area, Mr Cullen." He informs me as he opens the back door.

"Excellent." I slide in, enjoying the feel of the leather around me, and the mini bar.

"Where are we off to tonight?" He rolls down the partition, a broad dimpled smile on his face as he looks back at me.

I sigh looking into the rearview mirror, the smile on my face full of venom.

"I need a brunette."

XOXO Nerdy