Magic Bullet
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Ch. 7: The End is the Beginning
BPOV
Up until Thursday, the rest of my first week at Forks High School passed the same way as the first. Rosalie and I kept up the tap dance of trying to one up each other with our teasing until it crossed the line into soft-core porn. So far, we had limited our game to the school. We both realized that we wanted the anticipation to build, if we started teasing out of school then we would both have caved. Not that that would be bad, it's just we were getting off on the foreplay.
By Wednesday, we had each made it to second base in the backseat of the Peacock's Volvo. Maybe if we started to call it his Vulva, he might clue in and realize that closets are for gowns; it was time he came out of his. The last time the idiot preened at me, you could tell that he channeled his inner Queer Eye.
Charlie had been amused when he heard about my first day of school. The reactions of the other students were the usual mix. Some were scandalized, but most just accepted it and moved on. Mike Newton reacted like the dumb jock he was; he thought that all we needed was a good hard cock and a hard fucking to turn straight again. Lauren Mallory was pissed because she finally got up the nerve to Come Out and the two hottest members of the Chick Nation weren't interested in her. The most surprising reaction was Angela Webber's; it was speculative. That was filed at the back of my mind for future consideration.
Friday, the sun decided to make its presence known. The Peacock conned the rest of the Cullens into going on a hunting trip up into Canada for the weekend. That gave me plenty of time to plot how to tease Sparkles even harder. I needed to go on a shopping trip if I had any hope of getting the blonde vampire to cave first and beg me to make her cum.
I invited Angela to come shopping with me in Port Angeles. While there, I intended to feel the other girl out on the whole same sex thing. If she wanted, Rosie and I would make sure her first experience was perfect. We both had a soft spot for the shy girl, and remembered what it was like to be a lesbian virgin. The fact that she was a physical virgin as well only complicated things more. Unfortunately, she couldn't make it because she needed to babysit.
When the final bell rang, I jumped into my car and had driven to Port Angeles on autopilot. My mind consumed by things I wanted to buy as my other baby, a hunter green Hummer, ate up the miles. With Charlie being a cop, I cruised at a responsible five miles over the speed limit and made there in fifty-five minutes.
Port Angeles was the typical down on its luck harbor town turned tourist trap. The prices in all the shops would be at least twice what they would've been in a major city. From the moment I left the Hummer, I felt that itch between my shoulder blades that meant something was wrong. My eyes scanned the area but there was nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual mix of tourists and townies. I pushed it to the back of my mind so that I could get the task at hand completed.
At the end of each stage of my shopping, the itch intensified. I tried to force it to the back of my mind again, but it just wouldn't be ignored. My senses were stretched to the limit as I attempted to find the source of the wrongness. Every thing took on an all too familiar quality; Death. Death moved through the town. Not supernatural, because the tenor of it was off. No what prickled at the edge of my senses was subtle, but not subtle enough to be a supernatural threat; but too subtle to be caused by average person.
I dropped my bags off at the Hummer and just walked in a random direction. My body language was relaxed and each movement was meant to lull observers into the belief that I was just another tourist out site seeing. Like a ditz, I wandered away from the normal flow of traffic and wound up in a seedier part of town; one filled with rundown or abandoned warehouses. In the distance were the sounds of cargo being offloaded in the still active part of the Port.
Eventually, a sound came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder; three men stumbled drunkenly behind me. If I were a normal person then I might've bought it. Beyond the service, their movements had been too precise and coordinated. They were sheepdogs sent to herd me somewhere out of the way. These were who I was looking for, or at least some of them; the feeling of Death flowed from them.
I faked panic and let them maneuver me to an alley on the other side of the warehouse next to us. Two more men waited there. Five to one odds; it hardly seemed fair…for them. I haven't had any decent exorcise since just before I moved to Forks. This would be fun. The fools closed in a ring around me. It had gotten dark while I had been fishing, so I switched my eyes over to night vision. They watched me with eager eyes, and anticipated a quick victory. The first idiot moved and it was on.
Not wanting the fight to be over too soon, I moved at human speed. Human speed enhanced by seventy plus years of martial arts training. Of all the different styles I had learned over the years, I settled on Mui Thai; Thai kickboxing. I side stepped the first attacker and drove my right elbow into his chin with enough force to hear the crunch of his broken jaw. A knee to his groin dropped him. I doubted he would rejoin the fight anytime soon.
When it dawned on them that this was a real fight, the battle became serious. I knocked out my third opponent and turned to face the remaining two. The one to my left swung a right hook at my head, I blocked it but a soft pop followed by a stinging sensation brought me up short. The guy on the right shot me while I had been distracted. The cheating bastard!
"No," I heard Rosalie scream. I fell into back into her arms. I knew that I would be dead soon. The last thing I heard was before the end was the ringing of her cell phone.
RPOV
I had opted out of the hunting trip because I wanted to plan for my next encounter with Bella. Besides, Edward was still under the misguided assumption that she wanted him. There was no way I could spend the weekend listening as he prattled on about how steal her heart and her innocence. Anyway, I needed to come up with a way to get her to beg me to stop with all the foreplay and just fuck her.
It was around 6 p.m. when Alice called. "Rose, you need to get to Port Angeles…now! Bella is going to be attacked. There are five of them and they are looking for someone just like her," she cried into the phone.
That was all I needed to hear. I rushed out of the house at vampire speed and ran to Port Angeles. During the ten minute journey I prayed that it was not too late. Only after I got to town did I remember that Alice hadn't told me where the attack happened in her vision. If I were a rapist/monster, where would I want to do the deed?
I ran for the more rundown part of the warehouse district. Seconds later, I found the alley that Bella had been herded into. Of her five attackers, only two were left standing. The others littered the ground with various broken bones and possible internal injuries. She had just blocked the attack of one of the remaining attackers. I was about to attack the other one when I heard a soft pop and smelled blood. The fucker had shot Bella; he shot her in the heart!
"No," I screamed and flashed to her. The dieing brunette fell back into my arms. As her eyes fluttered closed and her heart took its last beat; my cell phone rang. I numbly pressed the Talk button and held it to my ear.
"Rose, I'm so sorry, that guy made a last minute decision to shoot Bella and I didn't see it," Alice sobbed on the other end. Carlisle and Esme offered their condolences in the background. Then Edward spoke.
"She might as well come here. There is nothing left in Forks for either of us. We can find a new place to live," he commented heartlessly.
Alice was about to say something else, when somebody grabbed the phone from her. Jasper's calm voice filtered through the other end. "Rose, you must take her back to her house. It is important that you do that. Come back to us when the time is right," he commanded. Then the call ended. I picked the dead girl up and held her close to me as I ran all the way to the Swan home.
Charlie opened the door and didn't say a word, just led me through a hallway door down to the basement. I noticed the door was steel that was covered with a faux finish to look like wood. There were no windows so the only light came from an exposed bulb that dangled from the ceiling. Underneath the light was a medical exam table. Along the rear wall were a series of cabinets. Charlie directed me to put Bella's limp body on the table.
A beautiful First Nations girl in a black teddy and a robe came downstairs. Charlie looked at her and gave a small but grateful smile. "Baby, could you bring me four steaks and the two units of antelope blood from the fridge," he asked. The girl nodded and went back upstairs. She came back with the requested items and placed them on a cart near the table; then retreated back upstairs.
He directed me to explain what happened. I told him everything I knew from the moment I arrived in Port Angeles. The look he gave me told me that he knew I'd edited the story, but accepted it. He then moved over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a scalpel still sealed in plastic. With the skill of a trauma surgeon, he used the scalpel to remove the bullet from Bella's heart and handed it to me. He gave me a wink then went upstairs and closed the door behind him.
I was in shock, the older man's actions made no sense to me. In fact, they pissed me off. Bella was dead and acted as if it was nothing to stress over, like it was an everyday occurrence. I forced my gaze from the basement door Charlie had gone through, back to body on the table. My eyes were drawn to the open wound that had ended the life of my love.
The wound slowly closed itself. A few seconds later, her heart started to beat and lungs sucked in air. She sat up with a scream and her eyes flew open. Bella's normal chocolate colored eyes and turned an icy blue and her canine teeth had extended into fangs. Curved claws sprang from her fingertips. I watched in shocked silence as she fell on upon the raw meat and bags of blood. Her head cocked to the side and she scented the air.
Hunger danced in her danced in her eyes. Before I could react, she pounced over the table and landed in a hunting crouch in front of me. My tense posture eased when the Hunger changed to playfulness. I had been wearing boy shorts and a half tee, about to paint my toenails, when Alice called. I reacted without considering my state of dress.
Bella used that to her advantage. She leaned forward and rasped her rough, cat-like, tongue in a long, slow, lick across my bare stomach. The sensation made my eyes roll back into my head; knees buckle and a low moan pleasure bubble out of me as I nearly came on the spot. Her arms locked around my waist and she sprang backwards, twisting us in the air so my back landed on the table she previously occupied. A couple of swipes of claws and my ensemble and the remains of her own were shredded.
With a playful growl she lowered her naked body onto my own. She kissed me with more heat and passion than I'd ever felt before. My tongue brushed across her bottom lip seeking entrance. She parted her lips and it shot inside. On impulse, I stroked one of her fangs with my tongue. Bella purred in pleasure and crushed her mouth harder into mine. She broke the kiss to take a much needed breath.
Her tongue danced across my naked flesh, staring with my neck; then worked its way down. Each lash of that deliciously wicked organ brought me closer to the brink of ecstasy. She took her time; slowly swirling it around one breast, then focusing on the nipple; before she moved to the other one. Twenty minutes later she worked her way down my stomach to the point just about the apex of my thighs. Then down the outside of my right leg, and up the inside just to my thigh; followed by the same treatment on the left leg.
Finally she ended the torture and lowered her head between my thighs. Bella ran her tongue from root to tip along my dripping slit. My clit throbbed and ached for attention. Her fangs sank into my marble flesh just above my clit as her tongue worried the engorged nub. I had been worked into such a frenzy that came in seconds as one orgasm after another hit with rapid succession. Then she lowered her head once more and snaked he tongue into my soaked pussy.
She tongue fucked me to another two orgasms before she stopped. Damn this woman was gifted. Her body curled into mine as she rested her head on my shoulder; but it vibrated with tension that screamed for release. I flipped her over and returned the favor. We both ended up with scars in identical places.
My Kitten fell asleep in my arms. I noticed faint black stripes that radiated from her spine. I heard the basement door open the Indian girl came down with two sets of clothes in her arms. She smiled at me and placed them on another cart that sat in the corner. Spinning on her heel she ran upstairs. A few minutes later the sound of her and Charlie having a good time filtered to the basement. I let out a contented sigh and pulled my lover tighter into me and waited for morning. It had been a strange night and dawn held the promise of answers.