By: MrsTheKing

Prompts: spicy, sparkle, spank

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Rose headed towards the mall for another signing. Dr. Carlisle Cullen knew her by sight now. It was a feeling that made her giddy and a bit afraid. She was drawn to his good looks and obvious humor, but there was a hint of danger under his preppy attire.

She had noticed he was so very careful, not letting his skin ever touch anyone else's during his appearances. His time on Oprah had made him a huge hit with the ladies. Twitter had many, many tweets trying to predict his bedside manner.

At the last signing, when his eyes twinkled with recognition, Rose forced herself to trip.

If he saw a woman falling towards the floor, he would have no choice but to grab her.

When she fell, she planned to try and grip his hand to steady herself.

The time came and she forced her connection with gravity to falter. He was there immediately. His hands so expertly placed, the touch she was counting on was avoided. The moment had been disorientating. He had moved far quicker than he should have. Given simple physics, he should be in front of her, but instead, he was behind her, speaking softly into her blonde waves, "Lovely Rose, I would hope to get through this signing without having to treat an actual patient."

"Of course, Dr. Cullen, please excuse my clumsiness." She had turned her head to look into his deep, butterscotch-colored eyes. His breath was so delicious; his lips must taste like dessert.

At this next signing she would find out what made him tick. There was something she couldn't quite put her finger on when she was around him. The air felt better around him, was lighter, easier to breath. It went far beyond just a friendly give and take relationship between a book buyer and fan pleaser.

Today's encounter had to answer some questions for Rose.

When she pulled into the mall parking garage she looked at the desolate place with confusion.

Hell, there were usually camera crews and tour buses.

She dug through her purse to consult the e-mail she had received straight from Harpo Studios.

"Ms. Hale,

You are cordially invited to a VIP greeting with TV personality and world-renowned physician, Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Please fill out the enclosed survey about the sexual practices of women like yourself in detail and arrive at Forks Mall at 11:00 am on Tuesday for your All Access encounter.

Thank You, Public Relations."

Rose could hear herself swallow. In the spot farthest from her car she could almost make out what looked like an expensive foreign car.

She bit her lip. Common sense told her to leave. She held the invitation in her hands, smoothing it. Rose had made sure her long hair smelled like coconuts and her black dress was pressed. She hated to miss the chance of a lifetime.

She left the comfort of her car, walked across the garage and put her effort into pulling on the glass entrance doors.

As she pulled on the locked doors, she never heard the presence behind her. The icy-cold grip around her throat made her shiver and gasp at the same time. In the reflection of the glass she was almost calmed by the familiar face of Dr. Cullen.

It all clicked at once, the cold touch, the fast motion, the odd colored eyes. He was far from human.

"Rose, I hate to do this to you, but I saw the knowing in your eyes. I can't be compromised at this point in my career." His voice was so close to her ear, she could smell his sugary-sweet breath.

"Carlisle Cullen, don't blame me for what you are." Rose was a lot of things, but a wimp was not one of them.

"Don't you see?" He moved her hair away from her neck, trailing one finger over the faint blue ribbon that marked her lifeblood, "For all the reasons that make you special, I must claim you. If you can't beat'em, join'em, right? I can't beat you Rose, so you'll have to join me."

Rose tried to run, but his grip was a cement confine on her. He licked her neck gently, like a cat with a new kitten, before he bit. His teeth slid into her skin like it was made of hot butter.

There was pain, but Carlisle was adept at counteracting it with pleasure as he reached under the hem of her dress. Hot blood and ice cold fingers sent Rose into tortuous pleasure as she took her last gasping, tingling breaths.

Within a week she was awake and in Carlisle's waiting arms, glistening with perfection.

She smirked as her consciousness was returned to her, "You made me a vampire?"

Carlisle pulled her chin closer, "Rose, you brought out the man in me, it's only fair I bring out the monster in you."