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SM OWNS TWILIGHT.
GODS AND MONSTERS
Chapter 4
Emmett pulls up to a broken down building. Women circle it, leaning into cars, hiking up their skirts. I can almost smell their diseases as they bend a little further, show a little more.
Absolutely disgusting and exactly what I need.
"I figured you could use a drink." He shuts off the car as I pull a cigarette out of my pack. Placing it behind my ear, I step out into the humid air.
"Come here often?" He's shutting the door behind me and I see the end of a desert eagle poking out of the back of his slacks.
The image swims in my mind, swirling and reminding me that I could have lost her. Bella's face, the tears streaking down it, my hand print covered in blood on her cheek, her lips swallowing the barrel of the gun. Reminding me that there is one thing, one single person who I couldn't live without.
Without her, the tiny shred of sanity I hold onto, would be torn to shreds.
She's the only thing keeping me together. She's why I exist.
"You really do need a drink," Emmett says as he eyes my hand. I'm gripping the door so tight I've drawn blood.
"Something like that." I slam the door, catching the eye of a dark haired beauty whose smoking near the entrance.
I give her a crooked grin. I trail my eyes over her long, tan legs and make note of her wavy hair. It's almost an exact replica of Isabella's, only darker.
She's almost perfect.
As I open the dirty door music thrums, booming and thumping in my ears. I can feel it under my feet and in my hands as I move to let a man pass me by.
I watch as Emmett walks around me, looking around the large room, flashing lights reflecting off his face. As soon as he spots an empty table he turns to me, gesturing me over.
I don't bother detailing the reason for my visit. Something about him, the way he smiles at me, tells me he already knows. That he doesn't really care.
His jobs is protecting me, not these women.
I order a whiskey, knowing I won't touch it. The smell alone makes my stomach turn. I kick a foot up on the table and breath out a sigh of relief.
"This place isn't the best, but it's private." Emmett leans up, nodding to the dancers on the stage in front of us.
"It's perfect." I sit back in my seat. My finger circles the dirty glass in front of me as I observe the women in the room.
It's a unique process, finding a victim. While my only real need is the hair color, I do still like a pretty face. They don't all need to look like Isabella, but the better the resemblance the longer they live.
For now I want an easy kill, instant gratification. It's her I want to get back to. It's her skin I want against me, her sweat mixing with my own. I want her lips on mine, and her fingers in my hair.
I want to look her in the eyes as I slip inside of her.
"Well hello stranger." I feel the hot breath in my ear. Hands slipping down my shoulders and under my shirt. "I saw you looking earlier."
"Can you blame me?" My head falls back, eyes landing on the woman from outside as she hovers above me.
"Do you have a name?" The question pisses me off.
"Edward."
"I'm Maria." And I don't care.
"Are you feeling lonely, Edward?" She moves around me, hips swaying seductively as she moves to straddle my lap. My name in her mouth, the sound of it as it falls from her lips, has my legs bouncing.
"Not anymore." I can feel a sinister smile creep across my face as I look into her chocolate brown eyes. They're all wrong, but my hands don't care. They itch to feel her neck, to make her bleed.
"You're new around here." I can feel her heated flesh through my jeans, her fingers trailing over the skin of my arms.
"And you talk too much." I brush the hair from her cheek, my knuckles skimming her exposed neck. I smile when she shivers. I watch eyes close as I run a single finger over her lips.
They're too plump. Too wet.
Her flesh is all wrong against mine. She's flawed. Used.
I can see it when she touches me. The differences.
"Do you want to go somewhere more... private?" Her lips are below my ear, kissing and licking up my neck. My hand twists in her hair, and I fight the urge to pull her back, wanting nothing more than to throw her off me.
"Emmett." I turn my head, glancing back at him.
"Follow me." We both stand. Maria slips off my lap and falls onto the floor at my feet.
"I've got you beautiful." I slip a hand around her waist, pulling her up close to me, and she gasps as her chest meets mine.
Fake breasts, too big, too hard.
"Are you like this with all the girls, Edward?" I watch her lips move, her tongue rolling over her words, her accent grating my nerves.
"Only you." I wink, hoping she's too busy trying to slip her hand down my pants to notice the hate in my eyes.
I pull her beside me, ignoring her whines as she trips and stumbles, until we're outside and face to face with Emmett.
"Are you ready for a little fun?" I watch as she looks over the car, she's practically bouncing with excitement as Emmett opens the door.
My own body is thrumming with pent up energy, begging to be released. Begging for a turn at the too talkative brunette.
"Anywhere in particular?" Emmett asks as Maria climbs into the backseat.
"Just drive. This won't take long." He nods as I pull the cigarette from behind my ear and light it up.
I take a moment before I get in beside her.
I let my frustration with Isabella wash over me. I let the hate, anger, and the vicious need for her take over. I let it fuel me. It pumps in my blood, bites at my heart, and pushes me.
"I like you, Emmett." I dump my ashes on the ground as I lean against the car, looking at him as he opens his door.
He's a big man, at least a few inches taller than me, but something about him makes me trust him. There is no judgement in his eyes, no curiosity when he stares at me. It's like he knows what I'm up to and he couldn't give a shit.
"You can ask." I know he's been wanting to since we left the house. It's written all over him.
"The woman?"
"She's nothing but foreplay." I shrug, lifting up and looking in the car. "She's a means to an end. Is that gonna be a problem?" I ask for his sake.
"Not even a little bit." He gives me a smile before he gets in and starts the car.
I take a few more hits as I look at the prostitutes on the sidewalk. None of them appeal to me. The woman in the car, while attractive, won't hold my interest for long.
The only thing she holds is the key to Isabella's survival tonight. It's like she's gripping it, begging me to turn in, to unlock what she can give me.
"Don't keep me waiting, Edward!" Her face moves into my view as I flick the butt over the car.
Emmett isn't even off the street before she's in my lap, trying her best to seduce me.
"You seem so angry." She's kissing up my chest, and all I can think about is how her blood will look against leather; will it splatter or pool?
"How would you like to play a game?" I pull her back with a rough tug, making her look at me.
"You into the kinky shit baby?" Her smile is sloppy, an effect from the alcohol swimming in her system.
"You have no idea." She gasps as the locks engage on the doors, her eyes growing wide.
"What is this?"
"I like to call it, how bad do you want to live?" I pull my jeans up over my boot and slip my hand inside. I smile when I feel the knife Isabella's father gave me when I asked for her hand in marriage.
"Let me out!" She scrambles back, beating on the partition between us and Emmett.
"He won't help you." I say slowly, as I smile down at the blade in my hand. "Don't be scared. I told you it was a game. Maybe you'll survive it." I lie.
"I'll do whatever you want, just don't kill me." Her knees are pulled to her chin and all I can see is Isabella in our bed.
"Strike one." I inch closer to he. My once shaking hand is still as ever, ready to strike out at the whore before me.
"No!" She crawls across the leather, trying hard to get away from me. I catch her by the ankle and drag her onto the seat before buckling her in.
"Be still okay?" I push the knife into her throat and she stiffens. She chokes back a sob as I wrap her wrists in the other belts beside her.
"I don't have money." Her tears puddle against my arm and I push the blade harder against her.
"Do I look like I need your money?" I laugh in her face as I look around the sedan. It's not my money at work here, but it's not as if I'm hurting enough to kidnap a whore to get any.
"Please."
"I fucking loathe begging." My teeth clench as I drag the knife across her neck just enough to break the skin. "If you beg again I will jam this in your throat. Then poof. No more god damned begging ever again."
"I won't. I swear. I won't." She's no different from the others. Her tears, her pleas, her screams. She's exactly like them. Ordinary, fake.
"I've had a really bad day, you'll have to excuse my manners," I say looking down at the makeshift restraints. "Normally I'd have you on a table, decorated in plastic, maybe a little candlelight, some music. Gotta set the mood, you know?"
"What the hell kind of sick freak are you?" She spits at me and I laugh, the sound is terrifying.
"I get asked that a lot." I scratch my head with the knife as I lean down between her legs. "Thanks for noticing, by the way."
I know I'm rambling. I'm always like that when I get excited. I just can't keep anything in.
"Now I need to know something." I run the knife down her leg, tearing at her fishnets.
"Anything."
"Would you give your life for someone else's?" I wonder if she'll surprise me. I might actually let her go if she does.
Rosalie was almost that lucky.
"What?" Her eyes scrunch and she takes a deep breath as I dig the blade in a little harder.
"Would you die so someone else could live?" I run it over her knee, watching as her eyes follow it. I enjoy seeing her fear as tears fall down her face.
"Yes," she chokes as I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss her palm.
"That's very noble of you, Maria." I smile up at her, licking my lips.
"Are you going to let me go now?" She's trembling, fear shining bright in her eyes as she looks at me. I close the knife pushing it in the back of my jeans as I watch her body relax.
"I will." I kiss her wrist as I undo the belts around them.
"I've never met anyone who liked this kind of kinky shit." She's rubbing her hands over the marks on her legs as she peeks at me through her hair.
"Strike two," I whisper to myself. I sit back in my seat with my hands behind my head, watching her every move.
I wonder how far she'll go, if she'll keep pushing me like Isabella does. If she'll keep talking, keep reminding me of her.
I want her to.
"Now where were we?" She slides over to me, her hands already rubbing over my cock, and all I can focus on is the blood on her neck.
There is something intimate about it. Something so appealing. Erotic.
I fist my hand in her hair, pulling it out of the way, so I can watch as it moves down her neck.
Her fingers wrap around me, trying to make me hard, trying to convince herself that she's turning me on.
"I have pills," she whispers as she moves closer.
"Shhh." I place a finger over her lips as I let thoughts of Isabella consume me.
Her blood smeared on the table, on the mirror. Her eyes watching me as I fuck her from behind.
I think about the first time I ever had her wrapped around my cock. How she screamed my name. The look in her eyes when her body came undone because of me.
When Maria's lips touch mine, I snap.
She hasn't even undone my pants, but the feel of her connecting with me, touching me makes my blood run cold. It's like a shiver running over me. Telling me, demanding me to do it. To show her who I really am.
"Next time don't get in the car with strangers." It's the light in their eyes that drives me.
It gives me power, makes me feel as though I could do anything.
Life is precious. It's tangible. You can hold it in your hands, feel it's pounding heart, touch it's beating blood. It's a high I'm always chasing, always needing.
When I look at Isabella all I want to do is open her up, inch by beautiful inch, and touch what makes her breathe. I want her heart in my hands, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.
And then I don't.
Instead I only want her. Her mouth, her body, her eyes.
That's why when I look in Maria's eyes all I see is another day with Isabella. Another night. Another smile, a kiss. Pleasure and pain. Hate and love.
It's why as I hold her jaw in my hands I smile, dark and devious.
I can't help Isabella for what she does to me, for what she makes me do for her.
"Thank you." I tangle my hands deeper into Maria's hair as I move her closer to me.
It's that moment when realization clicks in her eyes that I crave.
She knows she's going to die.
Maria squirms beneath me, fighting as hard as she can to get away, and all I can do is smile.
I close my eyes, remembering that look, locking it away so I can play with it later.
I let dark brown eyes, long wavy hair, and long pale legs devour me. It's her breath against mine, her hair over my face.
It's her, always.
Seconds pass and I let all my anger, all my fury release at once and snap her neck, watching as she collapses onto the floor.
Emmett rolls down the window, his eyes catching mine. There is no anger, no real emotion, but I see his question.
"She broke my first rule." I look down, disappointed that she didn't put up more of a fight.
"You have rules?" He chuckles quietly.
"No kissing." I shrug as I push her away from me and look out the window, wanting nothing more than to go home to Isabella.
XOXO Nerdy