A/N: Photo/Word Prompt. This is just a little tease for a plot bunny I had. Things are still in the early stages of development, so I can't say where you'll find this section until I can focus on it and figure it out myself, lol.

Fandom: Twilight

Rated: T-M

Genre: Mystery/Suspense

Edward POV

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight; SM does. No copyright infringement is intended.

I Bite

You Bleed

You May Fight

But I Must Feed

~TaT~

"I bite, you bleed. You may fight, but I must feed." I hear whispered from somewhere around me as I start to wake up. When I fully realize that I'm in a dark room with only the moonlight shining into the middle, I start to freak out. I try to scoot back to the wall, only I'm already there.

"I've had many handsome and beautiful toys, but you … you are by far my favorite to look at." A woman says. My adrenaline picks up a bit more at her musical, yet evil voice. I look around for the unknown source, but it's so dark. "May I have a taste? Just a small taste. A finger prick would do." When I don't make a move or sound, she laughs. "There's no way out, handsome. I will have what I need from you whether you fight me or not. Now, stand up and give me your finger. It won't be as bad as you think."

Once standing, I lift a shaky hand, palm up, and wait. I want to close my eyes, but my curiosity has the better of me. The need to see what my captor looks like also equals the fear of it. I finally see a feminine hand reach out and I brace myself. When her hand touches mine, I'm stunned to feel that it's soft and light, and oddly soothing. Her hand closes three of my fingers into my palm and gently pulls my index finger into her mouth. It's then that I see the outline of her face, but more importantly, her eyes. The red irises are locked on mine, and they quickly turn black when her tooth pierces the skin of my fingertip. The feeling is odd. I can't say that I felt the piercing, but it's more of a pressure, and then numbing. She slides my finger from her mouth and backs away with a moan.

"You are delicious," she says.

Because I'm intrigued, and stupid, I ask, "How do you compare the taste of blood to you?"

"You mean, compare it to human food?"

I nod.

"Think about your absolute favorite food. How does it taste when it touches your tongue? How does it make you feel when you smell it? How would you feel if it were to disappear?" She pauses, then starts to circle me slowly.

I didn't realize I moved far enough away from the wall, I thought.

Running the tips of her fingers lightly over my chest, shoulders and back, she begins to speak again. "I've heard that chocolate is an aphrodisiac to you humans and the taste is best described as … orgasmic." The last word is whispered into my ear from behind and makes my heartbeat jump into high gear. I'm unsure if it's out of fear because of what she's said or out of the unsuspected arousal I just felt.

"Oh, the fun I'm going to have with you."

I swallow, hard. "Fun how?"

She laughs mischievously, "The best kind."