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Chapter 65:
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After that the ball was pretty much over.
Within the hour the villa was cleared out. Carlisle and Esme had been ushering guests along their way, apologizing for the disturbance. Some of the guests retired to their rooms, others left the island by boat or helicopter. Bella had scampered to my side but we didn't have a chance to talk. I didn't know what to say, anyway. Edward was clearly in a state of shock, unable or unwilling to speak, but even just the fact of his trauma spoke loudly against the tale Bella had told concerning that night she was allegedly attacked. I could see it in the way the Cullen's were looking at Bella. Suspicion in their eyes. Betrayal.
Oh, what a mess. Perhaps he had managed to feed on some stingray crawling across the ocean floor or maybe a lobster. Just a morsel but enough to provide him with the strength to crawl out of the deep and come staggering back home.
He had gone directly into his room and closed the door and soon the entire coven of the Cullens and most of the Denali's had gathered outside his door. Carlisle was the only person who went inside. Luckily he was also the only person who already knew the truth, so it didn't matter what the boy told him. The rest of us waited outside in the dark corridor, the windows in the opposite wall looking out over the moonlit gardens. The temperature outside had dropped radically and a low fog was rolling over the island. Moving among the hedges. Slithering over the fountain.
None of us in the corridor spoke. Bella's eyes were cutting about, trying to read everyone else's expression while keeping her own in a look of shocked innocence. Alice was nibbling her lip and looking at Bella anxiously. More than anyone else she knew that Bella was nothing like what she seemed but somehow she seemed more worried about Bella herself than Edward. Esme was pacing back and forth and shaking her head. Carmen was with her and she whispered to the other woman occasionally to try and keep her calm, the two of them glancing toward Bella. Rosalie too was staring steadily at Bella. Glaring. They were beginning to figure it out. All of them. Emmett was standing at his wife's side, dressed in a tux and bow tie, and even he seemed upset with Bella. Jasper had his hands in his pockets, slouched against the wall casually, and he seemed to have not much on his mind at all. Kate and Leah was hovering a small distance away, keeping to themselves, but they seemed to know just like everyone else that the jig was up.
Tanya was there as well but she seemed to have something else on her mind. She stood by the window, quietly, smiling at the view outside in a vague sort of way. Her dance with Jane had been cut short but Jane seemed to have made quite an impression on her.
The silence dragged and after a while there was a low rumble of thunder outside. I suppose there was a storm rolling in. Hardly surprising. How does the old expression go? When it rains, it pours. Alice looked out the window at the sound of thunder but there was no rain and no clouds. It must've been some distance away. She sighed and turned back to the group and the silence must've been very unbearable for her because she was the one to break it.
"But I don't understand," she said, as if we were already halfway through a conversation. "What happened to him? I thought you said he ran away after you fought him off?"
Bella blinked a couple times, her skill as an actress finally failing her, but at least she didn't stammer when she responded. "I don't know," she said. "He must've swam to the mainland and back again or something."
Rosalie had her arms folded and now her glare hardened at the obvious lie.
"Bullshit," she said. "What really happened that night, Bella?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean."
Esme frowned, at both her daughter and the direction of the conversation. "Rosalie, hush," she said. "Not now."
Rosalie ignored her and continued glaring with growing disgust at Bella. "You come here with red eyes," she went on. "With a mate who once tried to kill you. Who's killed hundreds of others. You convince Alice to feed from humans. You murder an entire bathroom full of women. You slut yourself out like a goddamn whore right in front of your own mate."
"Rosalie," Esme hissed, shooting a glance down the corridor.
Yelena was there. A human. She had been hovering in the background, keeping a respectful distance from the family, but still overwhelmed with concern for the man she loved. No one knew how much she heard but her face didn't betray anything but worry for Edward.
Rosalie ignored her and turned back to Bella.
"And after all that," she said, "you expect us to believe that you're the victim here? The poor helpless innocent little rape victim?"
Bella stood there, open mouthed, not knowing what to say. Everyone was looking at her. Rosalie had said what they were all thinking and not even a girl like Bella could talk herself out of this one.
Thankfully she was saved from doing so by the door to Edward's room opening.
Carlisle came out and everyone immediately switched attention to him.
"He's going to be fine, but he refuses to speak to me," he said. "He only wants to speak to Yelena."
Everyone looked toward the maid who stood there halfway down the corridor. She came forward timidly and gestured at the door meekly.
"May I?" she asked Carlisle.
Carlisle nodded and stepped aside. "Of course."
Yelena went in and closed the door again.
Bella frowned. She had really wanted to seduce that girl but it would likely be impossible now after Edward tells her the truth. Perhaps the dear maid will be the one to heal his broken heart and they would live happily ever after. Well, as happily as they could without ever having sex. I doubt the boy had conducted any kind of search for his dismembered penis before crawling out the ocean.
Rosalie was still glaring at Bella and now Bella chuckled awkwardly and started down the corridor, as if to make a hasty escape. Perhaps she expected everyone to stay with Carlisle for news on Edward. But she had no such luck. Rosalie immediately followed her and everyone followed Rosalie. Rosalie wanted answers. I had stuck by my mate's side and we were at the bottom of the stairs in the foyer before Rosalie called out from the top of the staircase.
"Where do you think you're going, Bella?" she shouted.
Bella stopped, there under the chandelier in the foyer. The floor was a domino of marble tiles and there were small pools of champagne and shattered glass. She paused for a moment, her face darkening, and then she turned around.
Rosalie was halfway up the staircase with all the Cullens and Denali's behind her. Bella was down below with me. Thunder rumbled again in the distance, lending the scene an even greater air of theatrics, and Rosalie's voice boomed down like an actress from a stage.
"I want to know what really happened that night," she said.
Bella's own brows were rapidly gathering into a glare. The charade was no longer any fun and she was about to drop it entirely.
"Fine," she said. "You wanna know what happened? I didn't even want to come to this stupid island. I couldn't care less about you or Edward or any of your ridiculous coven. So when I saw an opportunity to have a little fun by half killing him and throwing him off a cliff—that's exactly what I did."
No one had been expecting such brutal truth. They stood there on the staircase, a small group in tuxedos and evening dresses, and no one knew how to respond. Rosalie's mouth was open in shock. Emmett as well. Esme was distraught. Kate and Leah were smirking.
Bella looked up at them and laughed. A dark laugh utterly devoid of any kind of empathy at all. Adrenaline was beginning to move through my veins and I smiled at her in something like awe, wrapped in her pitch black evening gown like a mad witch.
"And none of you knew," she went on. "It really is quite pathetic. Did you love him so little that you would take my word so easily? Did you honestly believe a loser like him was even capable of rape? Edward is more pathetic than all of you combined. He got exactly what he deserved."
Rosalie's body was beginning to tremble from rage.
"You bitch," she said. "You…"
Bella laughed again. "Bitch? I thought I was a whore? Make up your mind, Rosalie. Although if I'm a whore, what does that make you? I lied to you and I fucked you and you were too stupid to know the difference. But hey, at least you got to come harder than you ever came in your life. Sorry, Emmett, but it looks like your wife is a little more lezzy than—"
A sudden roar came out of the blonde woman and she leapt off the staircase and tumbled directly into Bella.
Now it was me who laughed as I took a few steps back to let them fight. It was funny how it all turned out. We had tried quite hard to repair things but I guess it was inevitable that it would all fall apart. People like me, like Bella, would never be able to coexist with people like these.
The two women were rolling on the ground in their evening dresses, hissing and gnashing their teeth. Rosalie had taken Bella by surprise but it didn't take long for Bella and her newborn strength to gain the advantage. Emmett had taken two steps down the stairs but he was paralysed. He didn't know what to do. Perhaps he was simply hesitant to lay hands on a woman, even in aid of his wife, but he was also surrounded by Denali's. Kate had already given him a certain smirk, ready to jump to Bella's defence at a moment's notice, and Carmen as well had clear loyalties to Bella.
I seemed to be the only person in the villa who had no inclination toward violence at all. I only watched and laughed and hopped backward as the fight spilled toward me. Bella now had Rosalie pinned down. Rosalie was facefirst into the marble floor and Bella was straddling her back. Rosalie was thrashing and trying to flip over but Bella grinned and grabbed two handfuls of her hair and began to bash her face into the floor.
Once, twice. Each thud boomed loudly through the villa. Rosalie stopped struggling and went limp. The marble floor was cracked like a spiderweb and caving in. Bella continued to smash her face into it, laughing like a lunatic, and then she stopped and leaned and whispered into Rosalie's ear.
"Be thankful I didn't rape you even worse than your fiancé did," she said.
Then she ripped that blonde head right off its body.
No one had been expecting that. Esme gasped. Kate and Leah grinned. Carmen was poised to leap into the fray if necessary. The battlelines were clearly drawn and I was glad to see them on our side. It warmed my heart and made my adrenaline pump even harder.
Bella stood up with the head and laughed and dropped it to the floor.
Emmett startled at the thud of his wife's head on that solid marble and suddenly cried out.
"Rose!"
Emmett ran forward but Bella put a foot on the head.
"Stop right there," she said. "Or I'll squish her head like a fucking grape and you'll never put her back together."
Emmett stopped. The expression on his square face was shattered with pain and betrayal and the inability to understand what was happening.
Bella kept her foot on the head. The spike of her heel was digging into Rosalie's cheek. All it would take was one swift stomp to reduce the head to dust.
Alice was still up there on the stairs with her family and now she came down a few steps with a sorrowful face.
"Bella," she said. "Bella, how could you? I thought…"
Bella grinned at her. "I know exactly what you thought, Alice. And this changes nothing. You know as well as I do that Edward was nothing but a pathetic loser. And you know Rosalie was nothing but a stupid bitch. None of your stupid family is worth worrying about. But you, Alice. You're different. Aren't you?"
Alice didn't move. Her eyes were huge and red and different from the rest of her coven and they were staring at Bella. Bella smirked at her.
"You know you don't belong with these people," she said. "You belong with us."
Alice didn't reply. Her coven was staring at her in disbelief and she turned and looked at them and then turned back to Bella. She hesitated for just a moment but then she came the rest of the way down the stairs and went to Bella's side. She gave Bella a small smile. Shy. Tentative.
Bella grabbed her and kissed her.
Lewdly. In front of her whole coven. Esme gasped and covered her mouth. Emmett was so upset he couldn't even be turned on. Bella shoved her tongue into Alice's mouth and Alice accepted it with a moan before Bella abruptly broke the kiss and grinned at Jasper.
"Sorry, Jazz," she said. "This time we're gonna have to keep her."
Jasper still had his hands in his pockets. He had been leaning against the banister of the staircase, not much expression on his face beyond amusement, and now he smiled and shook his head and started up the stairs.
Alice was grinning by now, allowing the evilness to excite her, and she noticed Rosalie's head on the floor there. Perhaps she had some kind of repressed resentment for the bitchy blonde because now she kicked the head like a soccer ball toward Emmett.
Emmett took the head, half in tears, and gathered up the body as well.
Everyone watched him go, trudging away with the body of his wife to put her back together again. Esme looked like she wanted to cry. Kate and Leah looked like they wanted to laugh. Carlisle was glaring down at Bella from halfway up the staircase and suddenly he didn't seem so handsome anymore. He seemed weak. Impotent. Pathetic.
Tanya was there beside him and now he turned to Tanya.
"Tanya, I think it's time for you and your coven to leave the island," he said. "As soon as possible."
Tanya smiled and gave a small nod. "I'll begin making arrangements immediately."
Carlisle glared at Bella once more and then he turned and marched back upstairs.
After that the rest of the covens began to disperse as well. Esme followed her husband. Carmen sighed and started toward the kitchen. Leah and Kate came down and giggled with Bella and Alice until the four of them slipped off together, four teenagers, holding hands and sneaking off in pairs.
Tanya watched them all go, still standing there on the staircase with one hand on the banister. I was standing under the chandelier and we were the only two left. She smiled at me from up there and relief flooded my body. It was only yesterday when I had promised, once again, for Bella and I to be on our best behaviour. And now we had decapitated one of her friends and caused ourselves to be exiled from the island. Yet she didn't seem angry in the least. Instead she was happy and lighthearted and smiling as if the night could not have turned out finer.
I was quite confused but I began apologizing right away as she came down the stairs toward me.
"Tanya, I'm so sorry," I said. "I never…"
But she started shaking her head. "It's fine."
I laughed once. The radiance of her smile was so infectious that I couldn't help smiling as well. My own smile in turn seem to amplify hers until she giggled and shook her head.
"I know I should be angry," she said. "Or hurt. Or sad that my long friendship with Carlisle and the Cullens seems to be over. But it was a long time coming. I'm not the same woman he made friends with all those years ago. Now I have new friends. Like you. And Bella."
I smiled and took one of her hands.
"Thank you, Tanya," I said.
She laughed and looked down at the hand. The one I was holding and caressing. She added her other to it and began caressing me in return.
"But more than that," she went on. "I just can't stop thinking about that girl."
I raised my brows. "Who? Jane?"
Tanya looked up from our hands and nodded. Her eyes were alight with something I wasn't sure I had ever seen in them before. Her lips spread into an uncontrollable smile and another small giggle escaped her.
"It was only one dance, but…"
She sighed and looked up at the crystal chandelier above us with that same smile and then back down at me.
"I don't believe I've ever seen anything quite so pretty," she said. "Not in a thousand years. Something about her. I can't explain it. We hardly even spoke, but all it took was a glance. It feels like something shifted in my heart. Something that had been out of place for centuries. And now here we are, being kicked off the island by some of my dearest friends that we betrayed so evilly, and all I can think about is how pretty her eyes are."
I laughed and continued holding her hands affectionately.
"Her body was rather pretty as well," I said.
Tanya giggled again.
"Yes," she said. "She was pretty everywhere."
I gazed at her a moment, the two of us there under the chandelier, and then I released her hands and cupped her face and applied an affectionate kiss onto her mouth. She accepted it with a moan and her eyes fluttered open again as I disconnected our mouths.
She smiled at me and I gave her a wink.
"Then you should at least get her number before we all have to leave," I suggested.
She laughed and nodded a couple times. "You're right. She mentioned she'll be on the island for a few days. Hopefully I'll see her tomorrow."
But I shook my head and pointed toward the stairs.
"Go find her tonight, Tanya," I said. "You've already waited a thousand years to meet this girl. Don't wait any longer."
Tanya looked toward the stairs, her eyes filling with excitement. She hesitated a little bit, not used to these feelings of girlish giddiness, but finally she gave up and giggled and hurried up the stairs to go find jane.
I smiled and watched her go and then I turned and wandered outside.
The fog had lifted but the clouds had come in. They were blocking out the stars and you could see the dark shapes of them rolling across the sky like smoke from a distant fire. No rain yet. No wind. Just the occasional low thunder in the distance. I stood on the patio, among the tall marble columns, and looked up. I was smiling but I wasn't sure why. Everything had fallen apart and yet everything seemed perfect.
The remains of the buffet was still spread across the courtyard on the long white tables but there were no guests or servants. Half eaten plates and half drank glasses of champagne sat on the tables like the remains of some mysterious disaster. There only two people out here aside from me. Irena and Claire. Neither of them had even bothered to come inside during the drama. Instead they had simply relaxed out here.
Irena had fixed Claire a small plate of seafood and now Claire was eating from it like a cat. On her hands and knees in her evening gown, her head bobbing as she nibbled daintily at shrimp or bits of salad. Irena was sitting on a chair beside her, regal in her emerald gown and legs crossed like a countess. I smiled at them and went over.
"Did you hear all of that?" I asked Irena.
Irena nodded with a smirk. "Most of it," she said. "I suppose we're leaving the island?"
"So it seems," I said with a sigh. "Bella has been a little…indiscreet."
Irena chuckled at that. "Isn't she always?"
I laughed and shook my head. Claire was still on her hands and knees and I had to smile at how she poised herself. Exactly like a cat. Composed and delicate. Everything tucked in. Nibbling so cutely at the seafood. A perfect little woman pet.
I sighed and smiled.
"I envy you, Irena," I said. "I'd give anything for Bella to be as obedient as Claire."
Irena smiled proudly at Claire. I bobbed down and petted her hair. Claire stopped eating and sat up with a smile to accept the attention, tilting her head and blinking her eyes, cuter than any cat and far more obedient.
I smiled at her.
"You really are quite dedicated, aren't you Claire?" I asked her.
Claire smiled and swung her eyes toward Irena prettily. "It's easy to be dedicated when you have a mistress who's worth it."
I smirked and stopped petting her. "So what you're saying is that I'm a poor mistress?"
"Not a poor one," she said with a smile. "Just very lenient."
I laughed and stood up.
"That's true, I suppose," I said. "Either way, I'm very eager to finally get off this island. This last year or so has been so full of drama. All I want to do is settle down with Bella. Make love all day and hunt all night. That's all I want out of life."
Claire had lost interest in her meal and now she was resting her face against Irena's lap and gazing up at her with absolute submissiveness.
"Me too," she said.
Irena began petting her hair. Stroking it back with her fingers. Claire smiled and snuggled and she might've purred if she could.
I smiled and began backing away.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone," I said. "I better go find Bella."
Claire gave me a quick smile and then turned back to her mistress.
Back inside the whole place seemed mostly empty. Carmen had returned to the foyer and she sweeping up the broken glass. I smiled at her as I went by and she gave me a sigh and an eye roll. Poor woman. Always cleaning up after her coven. I asked her if she needed any help but she told me to just make sure Bella didn't cause any more trouble tonight. I laughed and said I didn't think it was even possible to cause more trouble.
Naturally, however, I was wrong.
The suspicions came to me when I went into our bedroom and found it empty. I had expected to find her packing. A girl like her wouldn't want to leave all her sextoys behind and we were under strict mandate to leave the island as soon as possible. I checked the bathroom as well but there was no signs that it had been used since before the ball. I frowned and went out onto the balcony to wait and that was when I saw it.
Smoke. Out in the jungle.
I stopped and stared while thunder rolled in the distance. The smoke was dark and only faintly visible against the darker stormclouds. Beneath the smoke was an orange glow deep in the jungle which could only be a fire.
I left the room quickly and went down the corridor and pushed open the door to Edward's room.
Likewise this room was empty as well.
Aside from the dead body of Yelena on the floor.
I closed the door and went in and circled around the corpse. The girl was face down and a small pool of blood had soaked into the rug around her neck. I pushed her over onto her back with my foot. A pair of naked little breasts came up. Her uniform was half torn from her body. There was a gaping wound in her neck and her eyes were open and rigid and staring at nothing.
I looked at the corpse for a long time and then finally I heaved a sigh.
Somehow I didn't think this was Edward's doing.
It wasn't difficult to find the bonfire. I charted a course from the balcony and then leapt down and started across the courtyard at a sprint. Soon I was moving through the jungle and following a vague trail, drag marks in the dirt, the scent of Bella and Edward, vines whipping past my head. Thunder cracked again somewhere in the distance. It sounded like it was getting closer. I hurried my pace. At first I had been mildly worried that perhaps it was Bella who had been attacked, for real this time, but there was no scent of any other Cullens. Just Bella and Edward and there was no way Edward could get an upper hand on Bella.
Soon I could see the orange glow ahead, bright through the black palings of trees. I slowed and came to a stop as I entered the clearing. The fire had grown substantially and the heat was reeling. Bella was there, still clad in her black evening gown, and she was pouring a large can of boatfuel onto the pyre, the flames roaring and feeding and surging upward. Several more empty cans lay in the dirt and dim in the pyre you could see the prone corpse of Edward. He was little more than a blackened husk and ash was flaking away from him and carried upward among the sparks that dimmed and died in the blackness overhead.
Bella saw me and smiled and tossed the can of gasoline to the ground.
"Hey," she said. "Sorry I didn't wait for you, I just wanted to get it over with."
"That's Edward?" I asked her.
She smirked at the corpse in the flames. "It was."
I sighed at her but at this point I couldn't really care less about the trouble this might cause. I was only surprised at her demeanour. She hadn't seemed to take much pleasure in his murder. She seemed to have approached it like a chore.
For a moment we were silent and then she turned to me. The left side of her face was glowing from the light of the fire and the other side was dark. Her lips wore a bit of a guilty smile and she gave a shrug.
"I know I shouldn't have, but fuck it," she said. "We're never going to be good girls, Victoria. There's no point even pretending. This is who we are."
"I suppose so," I said with another sigh. "And what now?"
Bella grinned and took two steps toward me coyly and put her hands at my hips. "Well," she said. "I was thinking we could leave. Tonight. Right now. Just us."
"Just us, hm?"
"Yeah. I already asked Alice to get a boat ready."
I smiled at her, her hands still at my hips. "This is a terrible mess to leave Tanya."
"I know," she said, smiling at me in the blazing glow of the bonfire. "But she'll forgive us."
I sighed again, smiling, and looked toward the pyre. Soon it would attract attention. Others will come to investigate. Then we would have to explain. And apologize. And honestly, I was sick of doing both.
I turned back to Bella.
"So you want to just escape?" I asked her. "Just run away?"
She shook her head as if she objected to the phrasing. "I don't want to run away. I just want to be together for a change. Remember when we first arrived on the island? You said staying here would be like a mini honeymoon?"
"It was you who said that, my dear," I told her with a smirk. "Not me."
Bella shrugged that off as if the exact details weren't important. "Either way, it was bullshit. Let's go have a real honeymoon. Just me and you. We could travel all over the world and then meet up with Tanya and the others in London. What do you think? Please?"
I smiled at her and didn't reply for a moment. She giggled and continued to wheedle me.
"We could even get married," she said. "Find a nice little church. Have an actual ceremony. What do you think?"
I sighed and gazed at her. She was so beautiful in that bright orange glow. So hellish and evil. Like a sexy little demoness here with her hands at my hips and tempting me to do what she wanted. I suppose it was the same ever since I first laid eyes on her. Nothing in my heart but complete and utter powerlessness.
I lifted a hand and touched her face.
"I think you've already made up your mind and there's no point arguing," I said softly.
Bella smirked at me with those red lips. "But would you argue anyway?"
"No," I said, gazing at her. "I guess I wouldn't."
The smile on that ravishing mouth curved even wider and I leaned down and covered them with my own.
A moan of lust came out of her and her hands went around my neck. The pyre crackled behind us and the wood began to break up and cave in. A great cascade of sparks rose up but neither of us glanced twice. Bella grinned at me and offered me her tongue and I took it into my mouth and sucked on it until her hands ripped down at my dress. It came away from my tits and she grabbed one roughly, causing me to gasp with desire, and then the hard little nipple was engulfed in lips hotter than the blaze of the bonfire.
Soon my hands were tearing at her own dress until all we wore were high heels and lace panties. The two of us moaning and making out and stroking each other's breasts while the body of Bella's ex-boyfriend burned in the background. Soon my panties dropped about my ankles, a tattered little lasso of lace, and she knelt down to lick me, lapping at my wet mound until I orgasmed with a low moan. She smiled up at me, kneeling there with her tits exposed, and then she rose and began kissing me again. The afterglow of orgasm had embolden me and I spun her around and gripped her from behind as I began fingering her and kissing her neck. She was facing the fire, her naked front ablaze in orange, and she moaned louder and louder until finally she orgasmed while the body of Edward disintegrated in the fire before her very eyes.
After that it was time to go. We left our dresses and underwear where they had hit the dirt and we did not return to the mansion. As she had wanted we were leaving right now. Without packing any bags or saying any goodbyes. We were leaving together and all we were bringing was each other. No clothes. No money. Nothing but me and her and the rings on our fingers and the heels on our feet.
Alice was waiting at the dock. She had gotten a boat ready for us and she laughed when she saw us naked.
"Did you fuck him before killing him or something?" she asked Bella.
Bella snorted and smirked. "Just passing time while he burned," she said. "Is the boat ready?"
"Yeah, just casting off."
Alice was untying the rope and throwing it on board. Bending over. In her cute little cocktail dress. Bella lifted her skirt and placed a hand on Alice's ass.
Alice giggled and explained how the boat worked.
"Just push the throttle to go forward," she said. "It's easy. When you get near the coat just sink the boat and swim the rest of the way. Where are you going, anyway?"
Bella unhanded her and shrugged. "Not sure. Somewhere. Anywhere. We just want to be together for a while. When you see the others, tell them to go on without us, alright? We'll catch up eventually. You're gonna go with them, right?"
Alice laughed and looked toward the jungle. The fire had grown and it looked to have spread into the jungle itself. You could see the flames swimming against the dark stormclouds above.
"Well, I'm not staying here, that's for sure," she said. "I'll see if Esme wants to come too. Carlisle has taken her for granted too long. She needs to start living for herself. Rosalie can go fuck herself, she'd just drag us down. But yeah, we'll definitely see you again."
Bella grinned and gave the other girl a kiss. A deep tongue kiss, grabbing her by the nape of her neck and forcing her tongue in as far as it would go. Alice accepted it with delight and giggled as Bella pulled back.
Bella smirked at her.
"Thanks, Alice," she said. "I always knew you were the only one who was a real friend."
Alice nodded and licked at Bella's lips lewdly. "Just don't wander around too long. Nobody fucks me like you do."
Bella laughed and released her and began climbing into the boat. "Don't worry, you'll have tons of fun with the others. Carmen will take good care of you. She has a thing for pixiecuts."
So far I had been silent and now I gave the girl a nod to say goodbye. Alice grinned and nodded back. Bella was already at the controls and she was pushing the throttle forward as I stepped into the boat. The motor rumbled to life and she turned and winked at Alice and Alice giggled and waved from the pier as thunder cracked overhead and a sudden downpour was unleashed across the ocean.
The storm had come swiftly and without warning and Bella and I laughed as the speedboat sliced through the black water. The rain and the wind was almost too loud to talk through. Within minutes we were utterly drenched, our hair soaked and clinging to our wet bodies. Bella had set the GPS for Venezuela to the south. It would be a long ride across the Caribbean Sea but we were happy to have the time together. Just us. Naked and wet and leaving everything behind us. The Denali's. The Cullens. Alice. Our pasts. Our histories. All of it. Some of it we would see again. Like Tanya. But for now it was just me and her and I couldn't have been more satisfied as I held her naked body from behind in the thunderstorm and watched over her shoulder as she stood at the controls and steered the boat through the rolling ocean, toward that endless horizon that was pierced with white wires of lightning, black and heaving and tumultuous as our futures were sure to be.
Soon we had the boat on cruise control and we were making love. Wordlessly like animals, communicating through force and lust and displays of dominance. Our moans and whispers snatched away in the storm. Bella pushed me down into the floor of the boat and sat on my face and I ate her vagina hungrily until she flung her head back in a whip of wet hair and orgasmed in a flash of lightning. After that she lowered her mouth to my breasts and licked at the nipples, growling and nibbling at them, before moving lower again until she was between my thighs. I moaned and arched my spine in the floor of the boat, smiling into the rain, the tropical downpour beating hard upon my body and breasts. The orgasm was building and the release was more than physical. An orgasm of the soul, unburden by any anxiety or stress or anything at all other than Bella. My mate. In that moment there was nothing in the entire world but me and my vagina and the hot bath of rain as my lover licked at me in the periodic flashes of lightning that illuminated our wet white bodies.
We made love all through the storm and by morning the storm had cleared as suddenly as it came. The boat had run out of fuel and it was idling in the calm surface of the ocean as the first of the sun's rays began to twinkle across the water. Bella and I were laying in the floor of the boat. Still without speaking much. Side by side, life-preservers for pillows, as we gazed up at the pristine blue of the new sky with not a cloud marring it.
Eventually we took off our shoes and giggled and jumped overboard. From under the sea we punched a hole in the hull of the speed boat and let it sink from sight. We didn't want to leave any trail to follow. Not even Alice knew where we were headed and neither did Bella or I. Venezuela was only our first stop. Bella had checked the GPS one last time before committing the boat to the deep and we set out at a leisurely breaststroke.
We swam all day, hours and hours, taking our bearings by the sun. Bella was a modern girl who had no idea how to navigate but I had been travelling in such ways for centuries. The sun continued it circuit and set in the west and then the stars came out and I followed them instead, plotting a course that tethered us to the pole star, the two of us laughing and treading water and pausing to make love, sinking under the waves with our lips connected and sinking further and further into the cold wet darkness and spiralling and tumbling and our hair spreading about our heads as we stroked at each other's vaginas and orgasmed soundlessly in the deep.
It was dead of night by the time we washed up on the shores of Venezuela. The city of Valencia was spread across the entire coast and we emerged onto the beach like pair of sirens in the moonlight, naked and pale and dripping with wet sexiness. The sand was blue and cool and the entire beach was empty aside from one couple, a man and woman, who had been enjoying a romantic stroll. They froze and stared at us, two women climbing out of the ocean with water dripping from their breasts and wringing their hair. Bella saw them first and froze as well. Then she grinned as she realized there was no reason to be careful anymore. No reason to restrain herself. I gave her a nod and instantly she leapt at the woman and tackled her into the sand. The woman squawked and screamed and her boyfriend barely managed to shout before I grabbed his head and twisted it and snapped his neck before throwing him aside. The woman was struggling but soon her bikini was ripped away and she had two fingers inserted into her vagina and two mouths sucking at her nipples. The woman had no choice at all but to orgasm and she did so with a low groan. Bella and I teased her about it, unaware if the woman even spoke English, and then suddenly the woman sprung to her feet and began running naked down the beach with her tits jiggling and screaming for help in Spanish. Bella laughed and chased her and grabbed her by her hair and cut off her screams by forcing her face into the shallow water that lapped at the beach. The woman flailed and splashed and slowly stilled as she inhaled the water and drowned and then Bella dragged the body back over to where I was reclining in the sand so that we could feed on her.
Afterwards we washed our faces with palmfuls of seawater and backtracked down the beach to try and find something to wear. The bikini was completely torn and neither Bella or I wanted to disrobe the man to wear his clothes. We found nothing but we didn't mind. The moon was high in the sky and we were high ourselves from blood and recklessness. We were alone at last and the entire world and all the women in it were ours to plunder. And so, smiling, we clasped hands and started up the embankment toward the road, naked and sauntering and swinging our hips like true and living whores of darkness as we entered the dark tropical streets of Valencia.
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AN: Whew! Finally off the island. :)
I know some of you guys really liked the island arc, and I did too at first, but it was very stifling to my creativity. Just far too many characters to juggles and too many distractions and so annoying to tiptoe around the male characters. But from here we can finally get back to basics; Bella and Vicky. :)
I think the chapter turned out pretty well. Bella's speech in the foyer was nice and theatrical. I would've preferred to give Edward's death more epicness, but in the end, Bella's dialogue summed up my own feelings; just wanted to get it over with and move on.
The thunder storm was fun to write. I think there was some very nice imagery there. And more importantly, Bella and Vicky can finally be alone for a while. It's been long overdue. I think it's very poetic too. I like when a story comes full circle. The next few chapters will be like when they first met, only this time they're fully in love and fully evil. I'm very excited about it, lol. Hope you guys are too. ;)
Okay, hope you liked the chapter. New chapter soon. :)