Bella's Point of View
With the vampire's threat looming over us, Edward prepared for us to leave. He felt it was too risky to stay here. Although there was a chance that this was just a trap. I could see Edward's reluctance and overall stress at this moment. He wasn't confident with any decision that we came up with. Drew's suggestion was just to lay low, here with the maka tribe, they would outnumber the vampires in question. They would be able to defend us. But Edward didn't want to put this pack in danger either. They weren't skilled fighters. That was something that their current Alpha had neglected to teach his members.
This most likely would be our last night here, all our bags are packed and sitting at the door. Zoey and her boyfriend Evana had stopped over for some dinner and drinks. It was nice to have some time to get to know both of them. I felt that maybe I would end up making a connection to my sister. I hoped at least.
We were sitting around the living room, watching a movie. Edward and Evan were knocking back the beers. Evan was clearly a bit intoxicated, but Edward seemed to remain sober and in control. However, he loosened up a bit. I'm sure the stress of the situation we were in had taken a toll on him.
Zoey and I sat together, chatting about our childhood. By the sounds of it, Zoey had a pretty rough time. It was a bit hard to hear.
"It's honestly like living in a nightmare, over and over. If she drinks, she gets mean, abusive and unpredictable. But if I get her to sober up, she is suicidal. She will lock herself away for hours, not eat, not bathe, not even get herself up to use the bathroom. She can't function while she is sober."
"That's awful, and it's all because of her imprint with Charlie?"
Zoey shrugged her shoulders. "That's what she has always told me." She blames him for everything. I don't even know how she would react if she saw you. She would probably try to kill you or something. She hurt a boy, a long time ago, just for appearing similar to Charlie."
Sounds like I didn't want to meet this woman at all.
"She must have gone through a lot, I just wonder why Charlie never seemed that miserable. He was always quiet, you could never tell what he was thinking. But I've never really seen him… sad, or in pain over something or someone. Even when he and Rene got a divorce. He never really showed any emotion towards the situation. As far as I can remember."
"He is a heartless bastard, I can't for the life of me understand why you want him in your life." Zoey sighed, frowning a bit.
"You would have to meet him to understand."
She blinked a few times, before folding her arms across her chest. "Alright fine," A cautious smile came to her face. "I'll go with you guys tomorrow. Maybe I'll get the chance to meet him."
I took note of the slight eagerness in her eyes. She tried to remain aloof, but I could tell this must have been something that she wanted to do. I couldn't blame her for feeling that way. Charlie was her biological father and she never met him. She must have questions.
"I don't think so. You aren't going anywhere little lady. You are staying home." Evan turned to give Zoey a look of disapproval.
"Mind your own business Evan, I'll do what I want. You can't stop me." She grumbled.
Evan didn't like that response. He stood up now, staggering as he did, to hover over Zoey. Attempting to look threatening. A can of beer was crushed into his fist. "Don't you dare talk back to me. I am the man of this relationship. That means you listen to me." His words were slurred, but easily understood.
"I think you have had enough to drink today. Just go home Evan. Sleep it off." Zoey said, shrinking back away from him slightly. I saw her carefully watching where his hands were. As if preparing to avoid getting struck. That thought angered me. But I wasn't sure if it was really my place to get in the middle of them.
Evan threw the can down harshly, before jabbing a finger in Zoey's direction, just inches from her face. "Listen bitch, you don't tell me when I've had enough to drink. I'll drink as much as I want."
Zoey flinched back from his hand, but at the same time my hand came out to roughly slap Evan's hand down away from her. "If you're going to be a jerk, leave." I growled at him.
Evan's glare twisted into a smirk as he looked me up and down. "Not surprising, the older sister is always the hotter of the two."
Edward was up now, taking Evan by the collar, a hard look on his face. His eyes were dark with anger. But he remained controlled. "Time to leave Evan. If you are still coming along tomorrow. Be back here by six." He walked him to the door and practically threw him outside. Edward locked the door behind him.
Zoey sighed warily, hanging her head for a moment.
"Why do you always go back to him, Erza?" Edward asked with a sigh.
Edward was the only one that she would allow to call her by that name.
She didn't even make a comment on it. Instead, she lowered her head even further. "He has always been there… you know… from the very beginning… you were gone. He was there. We would run away together. Escape our shitty lives. His dad is an alcoholic too. Evan has it bad, just like me. We would sneak out together, when our parents were unbearable."
"I just don't think he is a good person for you. He may understand you, better than anyone else here… but does that mean he has the maturity to treat you right? Does that mean he will make a good boyfriend? Because, he talks to you like trash. It's unacceptable." Edward said as he took a seat next to me. His hand rested at the top of my thigh.
Zoey glanced at him sheepishly. "Maybe so, but the sex is great. Shouldn't that count for something?"
Edward gave her a look. "Erza,"
"It's Zoey," She insisted gently. "Look, I know what I'm doing Edward. I promise. Some day, I'll find my imprint. And I can finally be free of Evan. I just can't let him go yet. He is a comfort to me. As long as he is around, I'll never be alone. Even now, he is just sitting outside, cooling down. I guarantee that he didn't leave."
He probably didn't. When Evan was sober, he clung to Zoey closely. He worshiped the ground that she walked on. She was his queen. But after some alcohol, it started looking like a completely different story. He had no respect for her, when he was drunk. The comments he made were cruel, hurtful, no one deserved that kind of treatment.
"Is it safe, if I let you walk him home for the night? Or should I?" Edward asked sternly.
"No, it's okay. He has probably calmed down." Zoey insisted, standing up to make her way towards the door.
I reached out to grab her wrist. She stopped in her tracks, staring at me with surprise. Her eyes widened, fear clouded her expression. The way she was reacting was so strange to me. Maybe there was more to her childhood than she was willing to tell me. I quickly let her go, sensing her discomfort.
"Please, just stay here for the night. Let Evan go home by himself tonight."
She seemed even more surprised by my words. "Bella, it's fine, really. He wouldn't actually hurt me."
I shook my head. "Just because he hasn't yet, doesn't mean that he won't in the future. I'd just feel better if you hung out here with us, just for the night."
An unreadable emotion danced across her face, before nodding stiffly. "Alright, as long as Edward is alright with it."
"Of course, I'll get some extra blankets, I'm afraid the only place for you to sleep is the couch. I hope that's alright." He commented as he casually walked from the room.
"That's fine," She muttered, glancing at me. "I don't get it, why are you so concerned about me? You barely even know me."
"Well, we are family. Even if I don't know you as well as I'd like. That means we look out for each other." I gave her a smile.
She smiled as well, her eyes filling with tears. She didn't comment, just turned away to hide her face. Her voice was strained, after a moment of getting herself under control. "Is that right? Well, I guess I'll have to try to get used to this whole… family thing."
By the sounds of it, Zoey doesn't have much experience with this kind of relationship. Her mother practically ignored her existence for the past sixteen years. Drew has been looking after her for most of her life. But he wasn't the most affectionate person. It was clear that he cared for Zoey and Edward deeply, as if they were his own children. But he was very reserved with his emotions. It was something I've noticed more and more. Both Edward and Zoey tended to keep their pain and burdens buried deep under the surface.
I was committed to the idea of digging it all up. Not to hurt either one of them. But to share in their pain. Understand their trauma. Become something positive. If I knew what was causing them to suffer, maybe I could become what they needed. They deserved to be happy and understood.
Edward and I gave Zoey her privacy. She wanted to get ready for bed and I was getting pretty tired myself. We made our way down the narrow hall to the only bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind us, Edward captured me in a passionate kiss. The lingering smell of alcohol on his breath reminded me that Edward was in a slightly looser state of mind. He wasn't quite as tense and uptight. It showed in the way his hands danced around my body.
Our lips molded together, his hands ran down to squeeze my bottom. Gentle but firm. He hiked me up into her arms. My legs wrapped around his waist as he backed us up. He let me down gently on the bed as his kisses spread down my neck.
My heart was beating wildly in my chest. Our lips broke apart for a moment as we made eye contact with each other.
"Should we?" His voice was breathless and strained. He looked at me under his eyelashes, dark and seductive. His lips returned to my neck, trailing down to my chest.
I nodded eagerly, lifting up my top, to reveal my black lace bra.
Edward's eyes regarded the garment with delight. "As lovely as this is. I don't think it's necessary, do you?" His fingers traced the snaps on the back of the bra.
"Would you like to take it off?" I muttered quietly.
"Nothing would make me happier," He purred, and with just one flick of his wrist, he unclasped my bra. I felt it fall from my body in an instant. I didn't have any time to cover myself, I didn't want to. I was ready for him to see me, for who I was.
His eyes seemed to get darker as he ogled me. "You are beautiful," He whispered with a tender smile. He lightly pressed his hips down into mine, pinning me in place. His lips went back to my neck, to move down to my breasts. My entire body buzzed with pleasure as he sucked on of my nipples into his mouth. My back arched in anticipation.
Without thinking, my hands went to his pants, unzipping them hastily. My hormones were in complete control now. I hadn't felt ready in the past, but tonight, it just felt right. I would make love with Edward.
Edward seemed to be thinking the same. He quickly tossed his pants to the side, and gently slid his erection up and down, between my legs. My panties were damp, friction was building up steadily. I lifted my hips so he could pull my underwear off completely. His eyes never left my exposed body. His sights swept over every inch of me for a moment.
I was beginning to feel self conscious, but that feeling melted completely away as Edward moved his member into view. I forced myself to not overreact. But the sheer size and girth of him was concerning. Would it all fit? Was this going to hurt?
He eyed me hesitantly, chewing his bottom lip. He was hovering over me, with trembling in his legs. I could see his restraint was challenging him at the moment.
"Are you okay with this…" He whispered, leaning down to press a few heated kisses against my lips. There was so much emotion in each kiss, it left me dizzy.
I nodded, letting my arms wrap around his neck. I pulled him closer. "Take me, I am yours."
His eyes danced with eagerness. Slowly, carefully Edward's hips lowered until I felt him slowly push inside of me. At first the feeling was so foriegn and awkward. I struggled to relax myself. Edward fumbled a bit as well, but after a few minutes, we got into a rhythm. The awkwardness began to melt away. There was a stinging feeling for a while, but after some adjustments, the pleasure rapidly filled me, until I could barely breathe. I had to remember that Zoey was in the other room, so we couldn't make a lot of noise.
But I couldn't hold back some of the noises that Edward was bringing out of me. It felt earth-shatteringly good. My toes curled, my fingernails dug into his back as I rocked up hard against him. Sweat and other bodily fluids coated the sheets. The smell was something I couldn't describe, but it only added to my arousal.
Edward grunted as he hammered down against me. The sound of clashing thighs, skin clapping against skin. Pleasure. Delight. Bliss. His breathing was unsteady. Each thrust was getting deeper and harder. It felt like his body was going frantic, trying to get closer to me. His mouth was glued to mine.
Our release was almost at the same time. It had taken Edward by surprise. He hadn't noticed that he was that close, until he was already empting inside of me. His hips twitched as his body went completely still. He looked down at me with a look of panic. I could feel the spurts of his seed pouring deep into me. He didn't pull out, in fact he pressed himself down a little harder.
It took a few seconds until he was finished, but I was still holding onto the waves of pleasure I was riding out. He rolled off of me with a concerned look. "Bella, I'm so sorry… I didn't intend to… I mean… I should have picked up protection… I didn't expect that we would be here… I should have pulled out… but I couldn't get myself to move. I felt locked in place. It just… felt right. I'm so sorry." It sounded like he was begging.
I shook my head, pulling him close to me. I curled into his side, getting comfortable. "There is really nothing to worry about. I'm on birth control."
"You brought it with you?" He sounded relieved.
Realization hit me. "Well, I have been religiously taking it since I was fifteen. But we left La Push in such a hurry. I haven't taken it in a while."
Edward's eyes widened as his pulled me close, resting his chin on the top of my head. "Maybe everything will be alright. Some couples don't get pregnant right away when they aren't using protection."
He was right. Rene mentioned that it had taken months of trying for her and my father to have me. The chances of this turning into a pregnancy was slim. I wasn't even worried about it. I smiled easily at Edward, hoping to calm his nerves.
"Either way, I'll be happy."
His eyes brightened, before a smile tugged at his lips as well. "As long as you're happy, I'm happy." It was a simple comment, but it meant the world to me.
It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep. All that activity had really worn me out. I knew that I would be achy in the morning. And we would be getting back to traveling in the morning. It was going to be a long day tomorrow and I couldn't think of a nicer way of preparing for that. Making love with Edward was beyond anything I ever could have experienced. I wanted to do it again and again. Never stop.
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