The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 07
Pen Name: twilly | Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella | Rating: M | Word Count: 461
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Into the Woods
He picks up speed, jogging slightly before cutting through some trees, doubling back to come up behind her.
"Why are you following me?" The vitriol in his voice startles her.
"You heard me?"
"Are you serious? You tripped like four times."
She shrugs, biting her lip.
"Isn't your dad the Chief of Police?"
"Yeah."
"And he's okay with you following strangers into the woods at dawn?"
"You're not a stranger. We go to school together."
He laughs bitterly. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean we know each other."
"I've seen you looking at me."
"Maybe that's because I'm shocked at how reckless you are."
"I'm not reckless!"
"Uh...you kind of are." He twists around with his arms open wide. "Remember, fog, woods, stranger."
"I'm not afraid of you."
"Maybe you should be."
"Why?"
"I don't know. What if I'm a serial killer?"
"You're not."
"How do you know?" His tone is lighter.
"I just do. You're good at everything, so you're confident but not overly confident. And you're a little too good at using that smirk of yours."
"They say Ted Bundy was very charming."
Her mouth twists in a wry smile. "Are you Ted Bundy?"
He snorts.
A moment of awkward silence passes before he tugs on the sleeve of her shirt. "C'mere. I want to show to you something."
He leads her up the hill, where the fog and trees are thicker.
"You know, you really should be careful. For all you know, I lead girls out here so I don't have to drag their bodies so far."
She snickers. "I thought you said you weren't Ted Bundy."
"I'm not. He was executed in the electric chair at Raiford Prison in Florida before I was born."
She's slightly taken aback by the detail he recalls off the top of his head, but she shakes it off and continues to follow him.
"Here it is," he announces, and she looks around, confused about what she's supposed to see. He steps behind her, and her heart starts to race at the feel of his breath on her neck. "You were right before," he whispers into her ear. "I was watching you at school."
He drags his hands down her arms, sending excited thrills through her body. "I like watching you. You're interesting."
She smiles at him over her shoulder. His eyes are greener than she's noticed before. He drags a finger down her cheek and whispers once more in her ear. "Have you heard of the missing cheerleader from Port Angeles, Rosalie Lillian Hale?"
She nods, too lost in the way his hands on her wrists feel to care about the oddness of his question.
He nods forward, indicating an area where the ground looks slightly disturbed. "That's where I buried her."
Um…
Do you think I can write two more today?
Love to Geeky for helping me, I'd follow her into the woods.