As always: Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings. No harm is meant by it.

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"Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and I could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer, nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart."

~Chapter Three, Jonathan Harker's Journal, Dracula, Bram Stoker

Chapter Two: V is for Vampires

Bella snuck into her first R-rated movie when she was eleven, dragged along the entire way by Edward. This had been another of his crazy hair brained schemes that he spontaneously thought up since his first—the great Crayola scandal in the first grade, which involved matches, several boxes of their classmates Crayola crayons, and the school's plastic jungle gym. So much for being the quiet little boy he made everyone believe he was. On more than one occasion, her parents, thanks to Edward's schemes, had reamed Bella, but that's not to say that Bella hadn't gotten Edward into some trouble with the nonsense that she's masterminded. Nevertheless, Edward's ideas were usually far more elaborate, far more devious, and if she was being honest with herself, his ideas were always genius…at the time at least.

It was a cold November afternoon in Port Angeles in 1994, and Edward had successfully tricked Bella into thinking that they were going to the movies to watch The Lion King, which after five months was still showing in the tiny theater in Port Angeles. They had paid for tickets to see the popular Disney flick, leading Bella to believe that that was what they were going to see until Edward had started to drag her toward Door 4, the red flashing ticker above reading, Interview with a Vampire slated to start in fifteen minutes. Bella had protested the entire twenty feet to the theatre door, complaining and murmuring under her breath about how they were going to get caught, how they didn't look a day over twelve, how that there was no way in hell that the security guards were going to let them just walk in, but Bella had been wrong.

Luck had been on their side that day or perhaps Edward was had just been that slick. None of the security guards had been anywhere near Door 4, and they slipped into the already dark theater, swiftly and quietly, much to Edward's surprise. He had figured into his scheme the likelihood of Bella falling and causing a scene, which would lead to them being caught. He had dragged her by her hand to the two seats he spotted in the back. He had even gone so far as thinking ahead and had packed snacks and some of those fifty-cent cap top juices, even remembering that the only flavor Bella liked was strawberry. He even managed to score two bags of the Potato Stix chips that Bella so loved. She only liked the ones with the potato lounging on a beach chair on the bag.

She had paid absolutely no attention to the previews, too damn afraid of the security guard who had just walked in but once he left the small room, Bella seemingly relaxed as the movie's opening began.

To say that Bella had been fully engrossed in the movie once it started would be an understatement. Not once did she dart her eyes away from the silver screen. She watched mesmerized as Louis de Pointe du Lac, played by the devilishly handsome Brad Pitt, gallivanted across the scene pre-transformation and after. And when Kirsten Dunst gets to kiss him, she nearly fell out of her seat. Why couldn't that be me? She thought.

That day sparked her obsession with vampires, bloodsuckers, vrykolakas, nasfaratu, strigoi, cold-ones, whatever you want to call them. So, when out of the hat on the ominous little white slip of paper the letter V stood boldly, it was an immediate response for her, though she tried to think of other things, she really did try, but it was pointless.

Bella spent most of Sunday thinking of different things with the letter V. She looked up different positions like the Viennese Oyster, and the Victory position. She thought of Victorian-esque role playing and naked volleyball, though that didn't sound very fun in the cold March weather, but the word vampire kept resurfacing, and she knew that Edward would figure it out Friday night when he asked what the letter was. It would be an instantaneous reaction for him just as it was for her. She would present the letter, he would do that weird squinting thing he did when he was thinking, and then once he figured it out he would smile that fucking crooked smile that made panties drop, and he would groan in annoyance, just for the hell of it.

Edward knew of Bella's obsession with vampires; it was his fault after all. After watching the movie, she had dragged him to the bookstore to buy the actual book. He had had no idea that the movie was even based on a book. All he was concerned with was the fact that there was nudity. He had overheard some teachers talking about it during recess and he knew immediately that he had to go see it, because hello, boobs! Vampires boobs! Who knew he would be creating a new obsession for Bella. And that's exactly what it was, but to be frank, it was way better than her crush on Joey McIntyre of New Kids On The Block.

It started with Anne Rice's Interview with a Vampire and it escalated into anything and everything vampire related, be it Bram Stoker's Dracula to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. From that day on, it became a quest for her to get as much vampire paraphernalia as possible. For Christmas that year Edward used the money his grandparent's sent him for his birthday on a limited first edition of Dracula for Bella, which to this day, Bella would still smile whenever she opened and read the inscription from her then eleven-year old best friend.

To the coolest best friend in the world, Bells,

I want you to do me a favor. Never stop being my best friend. You're the coolest kid I know.

Oceans of love and millions of kisses-(haha see I read the book, I said I would- your best friend,

Edward A. Cullen, Esq. (SHUT UP!)

So, Bella knew that the moment she told Edward that she pulled the letter V from the hat, he would instantly know what the task would be, and though it bothered her that the element of surprise would be lost for the first letter, she was excited, and that was another thing that was bothering her. The fact that this crazy scheme wasn't bothering her was bothering her. It made no sense, but she knew she should stop this before it even gets started.

When she went to bed on Saturday night, she had actually been nervous and excited, all at once. Nervous at the prospect of having sex with Edward again after almost ten years. They're first time had been just to get it over with and it had definitely not been good for her, and Edward had come quickly, but that was expected. She had heard from some girls in her class that boys always came quickly their first time. (They weren't kidding; she could tell you how long it took on half of one hand!)

She sat in her bed Sunday morning still thinking about the game, and oddly enough she saw nothing wrong with it, and yet she spent two hours arguing with herself because she was supposed to find something wrong with the game. She was supposed to be the level-headed one in their relationship—the voice of reason, but here she was going along with another of Edward's scheme's that always got them into trouble, and that was the only reason why on Wednesday night she contemplated all day at work about calling off the whole thing before it even started.

Bella worked at a publishing house in the heart of Seattle, which has had great success publishing some of the very well know bestsellers that appeared on the New York Times list. She loved her job, no bull shitting. Books had always been her passion, and being able to say she had a part in a bestseller's success was just the icing on the cake because the best part of her job was being paid to read.

Monday and Tuesday passed by relatively quickly for Bella. She had hardly even seen Edward those days; he was busy working on a proposal for work.

She hadn't even thought about the game, but when Wednesday came about and she still hadn't really decided what the task would be, she started panicking in the middle of her office. She was so fidgety that her secretary had asked her what was wrong, and that was something because that girl was in her own world. Question after question, what if after what if passed through Bella's thoughts.

What if Edward didn't want to dress up as a vampire?

What if she didn't level up with the girls he had been with, the girls who were actually adequate?

Did Edward still want to do this?

Why the hell did I agree to this?

Damn, Edward that stupid fuck!

By Thursday night, Bella was tempted to call the whole thing off. Hell! She had even gone as far as raiding Edward's bedroom to find the hat, and for forty minutes she contemplated just lighting the sucker on fire, but she stopped herself. The prospect of getting laid, and getting laid properly after months of involuntary abstinence, sounded good, really good, really damn good.

On Friday night, she hit up the local costume shop and bought everything she needed for herself and Edward. She bought a Victorian costume for herself to keep with the theme of the letter V and bought Edward all the necessary pops along with his costume. Everything was reasonably priced. However, when it came to the fangs, she definitely splurged because she didn't want to use those fake plastic ones that wouldn't allow Edward to speak. She wanted synthetic enamel ones that he could glue on to his teeth for the time and then take off with warm water, and when she found them she bought them, not worried about the price.

Driving home from the store, Bella nearly ran a red light because she couldn't keep her mind off of Edward's potential reaction. And still, five days after establishing this nonsense, she still wasn't apt to quit, and it was still shocking her. Why wasn't she stopping this? Things like this never ended well. Why would she subject herself to it?

None of it mattered though because as she soon as she walked into the swanky loft apartment she and Edward shared in the heart of Seattle, she was greeted with an eager and waiting Edward in the kitchen. He had ordered their meal from the Chinese restaurant a few blocks away.

"Hey, Bells. How was your day? Come! Sit! Eat! What's in the bags? What letter did you pick out?" he rushed in the end as he practically ripped Bella's coat from her shoulders and tossed it in the general vicinity of the coat rack. It didn't reach.

"Geeze, Edward, relax. I'll tell you. My day was good. I finally finished reading that transcript I told you about last week. I just about cried a river when I finished. I can't wait for the general public to get their hands on it. What's in the bags pertains to our task tomorrow," she replied, purposely taking a bite out an eggroll. She was playing with Edward, and he knew it. She was going to make him wait for the answer to his last question. She just loved to torment him.

"Bells! You didn't answer my question!" he whined like a little boy as he stuffed a mouthful of Singapore Mei Fun into his mouth.

"I know!" she chuckled, smirking in a very Edward-like manner. Edward huffed and continued eating. He tried to peek in to the black bag by Bella's feet, but she promptly kicked him the shin.

"Aw, come on Isabella! I just want to know what we will be doing for out "horizontal mambo"," he griped irritating Bella in more than one way.

"First! Don't call me Isabella, you know I hate that. Why must you disregard that fact? And really? Horizontal mambo?"

Edward chortled. He knew, of course he knew how much it grated Bella when anyone called her Isabella. He had done it on purpose; it was the only way she was going to tell him the plan for tomorrow night.

"What would you prefer I say? Hanky Panky? The bone dance, eh? Bumping Uglies? Baloney bop? Bit of the old cunning linguistics? Hmm?" he suggested seriously, and Bella nearly fell out of her chair from laughing.

"Oh, man! How many of those you got?"

"Um…let's see? Doing the nasty. Banging headboards. Hiding the weasel. Bit of the old humpty dumpty?" he rambled, racking his head for more.

"Enough," Bella stopped him, shaking her head in disbelief. "You are aware that you're twenty-five, right?"

"Stop stalling, Bells. Tell me. I'm dying over here. I've wanted to know all week! What the hell is the letter?" he pleased, practically on his knees before Bella.

"V!" she answered, and Edward smirked. Damn him, she thought. She knew that would be his response.

"Is it safe to say that in that bag, there are a pair of fangs?" he asked, eyebrows raised and eyes wide expectantly. Bella tightened her lips, suppressing a smile and looked away. Edward groaned just she knew he would.

"So you want to role play? I can be a very convincing vampire, Bella."

"Good. And for the love of God, please don't put on a stupid accent!"

"No promises!"

=x=

When Bella stepped out of her bedroom, draped in a classically styled Victorian dress she found at the costume shop, corset included, she was met with more than she could have expected.

The living room was lit up by tons of vanilla candles. It was intoxicating, everything about it, not just the smell, but also the ambience of it.

"Bella," she heard Edward call from the kitchen. He had said it in a deep raspy voice, so much richer than his voice sounded. She walked up to him slowly, almost frightened. She knew it was just Edward, but at the moment Edward was a blood thirsty vampire who lusted after her.

"You look radiant my beauty. Please sit and dine with me?" He bowed his head down as she walked by him and sat across from him. On the table, he had made a feast of a meal. There was a large bird, possibly a turkey that he roasted, potatoes, greens, and two large glasses of fine red wine.

"Eat my love," he drawled in that sexy raspy voice. Bella had never heard him sound like that. She kind of really loved it.

"You'll need the energy," he said, suggestively as he sipped slowly at his wine.

"Are you not going to eat?" she asked, taking a piece of a potato into her mouth; it was delicious.

"I will have my meal later. Don't worry, love," he remarked, smirking as he stared straight at her.

Edward looked incredible. Bella was not ashamed to admit that her best friend was a good looking man. He always was. He had a strong jaw line, great hair, and a smile that dazzled anyone, but at this moment, he was the personification of sex, and of her wildest fantasies. He looked like he stepped straight out of one of those secret vampire erotica books she had hidden in her closet, away from Edward.

He wore the costume she bought him, well. The collard white shirt lay across his broad chest perfectly. He had left the top three buttons unbuttoned, allowing her little brief glimpses of the smooth, strong chest that lay beneath. The black trousers fit him snuggly, and the fangs. Oh god the fangs, she thought. She couldn't wait to feel those on her body.

"How is the meal, love? Is it to your liking?"

"It's marvelous," she answered, earnestly, taking another bite out of her meal.

"I'm glad to hear that," he answered, not taking his eyes off of her. It was incredibly sensual. Bella could feel herself getting heated by it. Her body felt like it was on fire, and he hadn't even touched her yet.

He continued to stare at her, and it stilted her movements. She was hypnotized by the gaze, so much so that she almost didn't notice when Edward lunged out of his chair and over the table. He crouched down before her, still on the table, reaching his hand out to touch her face.

"Why did you come?" he asked as if he were in pain as he stroked her face, his eyes fluttering from the softness.

"You invited me," she answered, defensively. Edward hopped off the table and stood behind her chair.

"Why?" he whispered, crouched down by her ear, causing all the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.

"You invited me," she repeated again, through her gritted teeth. Edward growled frustrated and kicked the chair out from under her. He caught her before she touched the floor. He held her with her back to his chest allowing him a view of the very tops of her breasts. Bella was startled to say the least. She had no idea of the strength that Edward had.

"Mhmm, beautiful," he whispered mostly to himself. "You smell absolutely delicious, my love. So delectable. May I have a taste?" he asked, taking a long, languid lick up the side of her neck, latching his mouth to her ear lobe. One of the fangs pierced lightly at the soft flesh and she winced. He just merely hummed, the vibrations resounded louder than anything Bella had ever heard. She took a sharp intake of air as she felt Edward blow cool air against the wet trail his tongue had left.

"You taste amazing…here," he teased, nipping lightly at her neck. The fangs scrapped and pulled at her skin deliciously. Bella couldn't get enough of them.

"I can't wait to taste you everywhere," Edward growled, firmly biting her collarbone. She moaned in ecstasy and pain. He was going so slowly, slower than she had ever gone, and it was amazing. So fucking amazing. Her body felt like it was on fire, and all he had done was lick and bite along her neck.

"My beautiful mortal girl. What is it that you want from me? A monster? Why do you come here and torment me every night?" Bella smiled glad that she had her back to Edward so he couldn't see. She loved how he was so in character. It was only making her hotter. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, soon it would start to fall down her thighs and she couldn't wait.

"You, I want you," she whispered harshly, through labored breaths. Edward groaned in appreciation, pushing his hips into Bella's back. She could feel how much Edward wanted her at that moment.

"Foolish girl. You know you shouldn't want that." He bit down harder at her collarbone, his fingers playing and untying the strings on the back of the corseted dress she was wearing.

"I know," Bella whispered, submissively, her breathing even more erratic.

Edward moved his kisses to the other side of her neck as he successfully unlaced each tie in her corset. He gently pushed the top of her dress down to reveal the tops of unclothed milky white breasts. He gasped as how luminous they looked in the eerie glow of the candles. Bella felt the shudder that passed through him and smirked, still glad that Edward couldn't see it.

"Exquisite," he murmured into her neck as he pushed the dress down to her waist, leaving it to sit there, for the time being. All Bella could do was moan as he massaged her breasts, never straying his mouth from her neck.

"So supple, so soft," he groaned, gently groping her breasts, his hips moving against her involuntarily. The friction felt amazing. He couldn't help just rubbing against Bella.

He stopped the kisses on her neck, and pushed her away from him, and Bella suddenly felt cold. She loved what he was doing, and though she would wake up with her neck looking like a leopard, she liked it. She really fucking liked it.

"We must stop, my love. I could hurt you," Edward painfully acted out, as he took deep breaths in and out.

"No," Bella shouted out, her breasts bouncing as she ran up to him. "I do not care. I need you."

Edward groaned, and violently picked her up and walked toward his bedroom. Edward had decorated the room just like he had the living room. He threw her down onto the bed, once fully inside.

"Why must you tempt me so? Do you have an idea at all of what you do to me?" he asked, manically, grabbing her hand and placing it in his lap. He was hard, rock hard, and Bella took a firm grasp of him, loving the animalistic growl that he emitted. She rubbed him up and down, just on the outside of his trousers. It had been almost ten years since the last time they did this, and God bless time, she thought. If she'd of had to lose her virginity to what she was feeling now, it would have hurt so much more than it already had.

"Stop," Edward half moaned and half scolded, pulling both her arms above her head as he fully straddled her waist. He was sitting atop her just close enough for them to feel the heat that radiated from one another, but far enough so she didn't feel the brunt of his frame.

"Don't do that again!" he chided, his eyes blazing as he stared down at her. Bella felt hypnotized. There was something so dangerous about the way he was staring down at her. It was such a dominating look. He looked as if she were his prey, and he was about to attack.

"But Ed-" she began, but he cut her off by roughly yanking down the rest of her dress to find that she had been nude under her gown the entire time.

"Must you tempt so," he groaned, his face leveled with her stomach. He gave a long, graceful lick around her belly button, causing her body to shiver. He kissed up her stomach to just below the underside of her breasts, and placed a kiss below each before taking her left nipple in his mouth.

Bella called out his name in ecstasy, arching her back to get closer to his mouth. He sucked, licked, and bit gently at her nipple. With one hand massaging her hip, he took a firm grasp of her other nipple with his free hand, tweaking it until it matched perfectly with the pearl his tongue sinfully teased.

"You taste just as scrumptious here, but I wonder how you taste...here," he slyly said, maneuvering his hand so it cupped her sex. The heat felt marvelous on his cold hands, and even without parting her, he could sense how wet she was. Bella pushed her hips up into his hand, begging with her voice and movements for more. He smirked down at her as she writhed against his hand that still just rested above her.

"Please touch me," she pleaded, her voice desperate, her body writhing just as desperately. Edward let his finger slip between her wet folds, and both he and Bella moaned. She was so wet, and she ached. She moved her hips into Edward's finger and he chuckled. He halted her movements.

"Allow me," he teased as he rubbed his finger up and down her sex, teasing her in the best way. She moaned, taking deep breaths. He stopped his finger just above the hard bundle of nerves that she desperately wanted touched. He looked up at her from between her legs, and instead of touching her, he gave a swift lick, causing Bella's entire body to shudder.

"Oh, God," she let out, grabbing onto the bed sheets around her as Edward began to feast on her. He nipped at her clit with the fangs and it just caused her body to spasm even harder. He knew what he was doing and just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he slipped two fingers into her, causing her to arch her back off the bed.

His tongue worked slowly and meticulously, stroking every inch of her as his fingers pushed into her slowly, curling up expertly to reach what he was looking for. The moment his fingers curled, Bella's body lifted off the bed.

"Edward," she called out, breathlessly as she began to push her hips into his face, pulling on his hair tightly. She could feel the tingling in her stomach first. The sparks of pleasure were starting to shoot up her legs to her arms and suddenly her orgasm ripped through her body. She cried out his name as her body shook violently on the bed. Edward didn't stop his mouth as he drank from her. He eventually stopped, prying his mouth away from her. He removed his shirt, exposing his chest to her. He looked down at her. She was stunning. Her body was layered in sweat, flushed red, and absolutely beautiful. He couldn't wait to have her. Bella let her hands touch his broad chest, as she reveled in how smooth the planes of pectorals were. She scrapped a nail across one of his nipples and he moaned, quickly taking a hold of her hand.

"My love, this is about you, not me," he said, starting to unbutton his pants. He slowly slid them down to reveal he too had opted to go without any underwear. He hissed when the cold air hit his erection once it sprang free. Bella couldn't take her eyes off of him. In any other situation, Edward would have said some witty, sarcastic crack, but right now he remained quiet as Bella just gazed at him. She had seen her fair share of naked men, but none of them compared to Edward. His body was beautiful, every single part of it.

She made an attempt at grasping his cock, but Edward swatted her hand away.

"My love, what did I say? This is about you."

Edward grabbed at the condom he left on his nightstand before starting this whole charade, quickly slipping it on, before lining himself up with Bella. He looked down at her, and at that moment they were no longer in character. It was a silent question being asked between the two: Are we really doing this?

Bella nodded and Edward slipped into her, the two groaning at the feeling. She was so tight and he was so much bigger than any man she had ever been with. It was delicious sort of feeling for the two as Edward started a slow rhythm. In and out, he went and Bella matched him tit for tat. When he thrust in, Bella thrust up.

"Bella," he groaned as his movements sped up. Bella just cried out his name in return, pulling at his hair as she slipped her hands down to his shoulders and used them as leverage.

"Edward," she called out as she felt herself spiraling out of control the harder he thrust in. It's like he could read her mind. She didn't have to tell him faster or slower, harder or softer. He knew what she wanted, and he delivered.

"So close," she gasped as the familiar tingling started to travel up her body starting in her toes. Edward's thrusting became frenzied as he gripped onto Bella's hips and thrust harder and deeper each time. They both moaned excessively, as pleasure bombard them. Their bodies crashed into each other with each thrust. The headboard slammed nosily against the wall, but neither of them could care.

"EDWARD!" she screamed as her body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her. Edward followed suit soon after, panting out her name as he came, Bella constricting him from within. He dropped his head onto her shoulder as he slowly let himself come down from the post-coital high.

"That was incredible," he stated, breaking character, but Bella didn't care. She had gotten what she needed from him, as awful as that sounded.

"Thank you," she responded, causing Edward to laugh.

"You're welcome, I guess," he chuckled.

"Shut up. I was thanking you for staying in character so well. And yes, you did an amazing job with the other parts of tonight as well."

Edward chuckled and rolled off Bella removing the condom and disposing of it in the trash bin beside his bed.

"So, do I get to pick my letter now?"

"It's not Sunday, yet!"

"It's two in the morning!"

"Stop being a baby. You can wait until tomorrow morning," Bella scolded and Edward pouted. He looked adorable.

"Bells come on. I really want to know."

"Just shut your trap, and go to sleep."

"Party pooper," Edward scoffed, he and Bella chuckling.

Bella stood from the bed, Edward flipped down the corner of the comforter and he, and Bella slipped under, still nude.

"Goodnight, Edward."

"Goodnight, my beautiful mortal girl," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe with the fangs, not able to contain his laughter.

"Take those things off before you swallow one and shut it."

"Goodnight, Bella!"

"Yeah, yeah," she responded, dozing off quickly.