A/N: this is a new thing im trying where everybody is killed in some way... i think it's kinda funny, but PLEASE NO FLAMES!!! if u dont like stories where people die, then dont read my fic. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, bla, bla, nor do I own Cadillac.
P.S.-Check out some of my other fics, McDonalds Breaks Your Bones, The Bookbag, Edward Scissorhands: Twilight Edition, and a poem called Love. Tell me what you think about them please!
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She looked stunned, and said quietly, "Jacob."
Edward POV:
"Who's Jacob? Is he your ex-boyfriend?" I looked at her, wondering what she could have possibly done wrong.
Slowly, she said, "Yeah. He was way crazy. He wanted to have...sex...with me and it hadn't even been one day after we had started going out. But I refused him, and he was calling me a slut and a bitch and he was being really mean..."
She trailed off with tears in her eyes.
I wanted to go over to her and hug her, but I didn't know how she would react, so I just sat there, watching her trying to calm down.
She suddenly said, "Hey, what's your name? I'm Bella."
I said, "I'm Edward, and I already knew your name." I smiled at her, and she blushed.
Bella sat quietly on her bed, and I sat quietly in her rocking chair, but the silence quickly turned awkward and sour.
We were looking anywhere but each other, but then she looked up at me and stared. Not knowing what to do, I stared back. Just sitting, looking at each other was kind of weird, but she really was beautiful.
Bella POV:
I heard him coming up the stairs, and I whispered furiously to Edward to hide in my closet.
"Bells? I'm gonna go fishin' with Harry Clearwater today, and I'll be back around 8, okay? I'll see ya later, then," Charlie spoke into my door. I said back, "Okay, dad! I was just gettin' up to take a shower. Have a nice time!"
I was so worried, but then I listened for his retreating footsteps, and they were going away. I sighed in relief, thankful that I was saved from that awkward moment with Edward, and Charlie finding anything out.
I said quietly, "Edward, my dad's gone, you can come out of the closet now." Then I burst out in hysterical laughter as I realized the double meaning to my words.
He stepped out of the closet, laughing too. We just stood there, laughing at my little joke, until we collapsed onto the bed, still laughing.
Then he was kissing me and I was kissing back, but it seemed so natural and right to me. I didn't even know Edward, but here we were, on my bed, kissing, when I had found out that my ex-boyfriend wanted me dead and Edward was the person who was going to kill me. Nope, doesn't matter.
So, when kissing melted into taking clothes off, I still didn't care. He was caressing me all over, and I was writhing in need for him. We had sex, and it was amazing, but afterwards, it was a little weird.
He wanted to know everything about me, and I told him. I wanted to know everything about him, and he told me. And to think, just hours before, he was going to kill me.
I paid no heed and pushed it to the back of my mind, knowing that I was falling for my killer.