"Bella? Bella, wake up." Charlie? As I came to my senses, I noticed I was in my bed.
"Dad? What happened?"
His voice was concerned. "You lost consciousness at the beach."
"Where's Edward?"
"He brought you here, but I told him to leave."
"Dad! Why?"
"There was no reason for him to be here. He was very upset, so I told him to go home. He said you tripped over a log and passed out when you fell. Is that true?"
"Yeah Dad. I'm fine though, just give me some space."
"I will, but when were you going to tell me you were dating a boy Bella. I told you to find friends, not start dating!"
Oh lord. "DAD! Stop it! I'm not dating anyone. Edward is my friend, and there is no rule saying my friend can't be a boy."
Charlie eyed me carefully, "Well, I'm just saying, some boys are trouble. You need to be careful, Bella."
If he only knew.
"OK Dad. Just, please give me some peace."
Without another word he left me alone. I didn't know where to start. I felt like everything I ever knew was a lie. I used to eat vampire cereal for breakfast as a kid. I remember being a vampire for Halloween; how the hell is there such a thing?
I needed to talk to Edward, but where we stood was a mystery. I was afraid to see him; how do you approach a vampire? What do you say, "Hey, thanks for telling me you're inhuman, how about the weather?"
I went to stand up, but my knees were still weak and my head still felt light. I laid back down in my bed. My eyes went heavy and I eventually feel asleep.
A knock on my window awoke me; I looked over at my clock, it was 3:00 in the morning. I slowly got up and drifted toward the window. Without looking, I opened the window as if It were a routine. I made my way back to the bed and laid down. I didn't notice, but I had been sweating heavily; I pulled my shirt over my head and turned toward the window. A tall statuesque figure was watching me. All I could see was his pale skin almost glowing from the moon light that came through the window. As I stared at the figure, he slowly walked toward me. Step by step his features came into view. The yellow eyes, the messy bronze hair- Edward.
I didn't flinch as he sat next to me on my bed; his eyes were full of lust. His fingertip came up and touched my collarbone where beads of sweat accumulated. He slowly drug his fingertip down, between my breasts, down further toward my stomach. His hand reached further and grabbed my hip; his head moved toward my lower stomach. I could almost hear my heart humming. I closed my eyes and gasped at the cold sensation that lightly grazed my skin. Edward was caressing my abdomen with his lips. The coolness of his touch sent goose bumps all over my body. His light caressing turned more aggressive as he made his way up to my chest. He was now hovering over my body; I could feel his icy skin cooling me off.
He began lightly kissing my chest, but my desire overthrew me; I pushed his head into my breast; he understood what I wanted and began sucking my nipple. I moaned will pleasure; the sensation was pure ecstasy. I only wanted more. I found the zipper of his jeans, pulling it down. He broke contact with my breast and finish what I had started.
The way the moon light lit up his naked body made me tremble. There was no words to describe his alluring beauty. As if he read my mind, my panties were off within seconds; there was nothing between us anymore. My overheated body against his hard cold body was enough to give me an aneurysm. My urges grew with every moan or movement we made. My center was begging for friction, so I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his torso. I felt his hardness graze my core, which at this point was overwhelmingly wet.
"Edward, I want the rest of you."
His lips turned into a deviant grin that was unlike him. His mouth pushed into mine, and his kiss grew harsh and aggressive. I felt his hands move to my hips; he moved me right where he needed.
His hard cock pushed into me; my entire body ached as my back arched in pain. The pain was immense, I looked for his face, but I couldn't find him anywhere. His expression was dead, like he was catatonic.
"Edward, stop, you're hurting me!" He didn't listen; he kept thrusting into me, harder and harder.
"Edward! Look at me, stop!"I began to panic, and fight, but I was no match against his strength. I began crying loudly for him to stop. Just when I thought the pain couldn't get worse, I felt a sharp tearing sensation on my neck, followed by a terrible burning. His teeth sank into my flesh, his animal instincts took over; he was gone. The pain started to deaden and so did I. The flashes I saw in between screaming and fighting were of my blood, pooling down over my breast, down my abdomen. When he pulled away, he was covered in my blood. I was barely holding on to what consciousness I had left. My sight was blurry and quickly fading. Even covered in my blood, he was beautiful; he sat up, looking at me. There was no sign of regret on his face. He was still staring me in the eye when I took my last breath…
KNOCK! KNOCK! My body shot up as the knocking woke me. The first dream I had ever had about Edward, and he rapes and kills me. Lovely. If this was my subconscious telling me to stay way, I had to admit- it was creative.
"Bella?" Ugh, it was too early for this.
"Yes Dad?"
"There is an emergency over in Piedmont; I'm going to be gone for the day, and probably the night. You think you'll be alright?"
"Yeah, I think I can take care of myself for the night, Dad."
"Well, just be safe Bella. You never know what's out there."
The irony of that statement wasn't lost on me.
"Bye Dad."
This wasn't healthy- me and an empty house with my mind still in a state of shock. I went down and ate something. I went and sat on the couch, thinking of what I could do to preoccupy me so I wouldn't drift into fictional character land.
I found a flashlight and turned it on and off, which led into making shadow puppets. I got really into it and put up a blanket and had a show. If someone was to walk in on me, they would think I was a psych ward patient. I was pretty aware of how desperate I was to get my mind off Edward.
Knock. Knock. If there was ever a worse time for a knock at the door…it was now. My heart dropped; I didn't hear a car pull in.