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(Carlisle Point of view)
My words were interrupted with the buzzing of my phone, my vampire hearing sensitive. And I know the rest of the room could hear.
Pulling it from the pocket of my trousers, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. It was an unknown number, they were not unheard of with the countless others - old friends finding the need for a new life, several always reaching out whenever they take their leave.
I peer up to the rest of the room, Alice encouraging me to answer.
I take the call, "hello." Cringing at the concern and confusion lacing my words. There was a sniffle on the other side, my protective instincts taking over for whomever it was. "Hello, are you there?" I try to coerce the other person to talk.
It worked when I hear my name whispered from her lips, causing me to stagger. I call for her, the attention of the room on me. "Bella are you there?" I ask, before I know it, the predator inside me wanted to squash whatever problem was there. "Are you okay?" She sniffled again.
I'm to my feet and across the house before anyone could protest. Closing the door to my study as Isabella tells me the reason for her call. A growl breaks out that I wish no one could hear, least of all the women on the other end of the call.
Fury burns through my venom coated veins at hearing Edward had left her stranded. Resisting the urge to throw something across the room. Hell throwing something across the house, letting it smash through the walls - I was on the verge of slipping from my control.
I ask her what she means, hoping that I misheard her. Already opening my laptop to pull the location of her phone up. After the terrible event with James, that she had left. I couldn't help but place my own version of a tracker in her phone before Edward had gifted it to her. Her phone didn't have any signal, inwardly cursing my own stupidity. She would've called from her own phone if she had it. I re-evaluated and inputted the number that she was calling from.
On the cusp of confusion, my insides fray further. Untangling unnaturally from any human anatomy that I knew of. I sigh in relief when that dot pulls up her coordinates that were in the city centre. Good, then I'm on the right track. Sending a quick message to a contact I had at a nearby hotel, not so far away from the city centre. Praying that Bella was able to make it there with no harm coming to her.
I try to comfort her, she was quietly whimpering, sniffling as I hear her silently sob. She was always so resilient whenever she was hurting.
Momentarily taken back to the time I watched her peering out her window, she was frozen in time - so much like my own self and my family. But so different, not wanting this life for her, wanting her to enjoy every interactions that she had. Yet there she sat, broken, heartache etched every line of her face.
Only when the moon over casted the sky and night taken over the land. I could hear her scream for miles only to be woken by the Sherriff, she comforted him while he tries to calm her down.
"I'm going to send coordinates," there was a message returned asking for details. "To a hotel I want you in." A rumble vibrating in my chest.
I checked to see if she was on an actual cell phone. No good sending information to a pay phone. She tells me so; I quickly send off the information I want her to write down and delete. Not wanting any evidence for someone else to follow.
It was a level of paranoia that resonated inside my whole body and mind through the many years I have had on this forsaken Earth.
"Thank you, Carlisle." I suppress the urge to preen at how my name sounded on her lips.
"Of course, Bella." Schooling my own predator from scarring her, the fury sizzling underneath my skin. "Now," I look around the room, my hearing picking up the soft scuff of heels on tile. I softly demand her to write down the information, always best to refer back to especially in the scattered mind I know she was in. Loosing Edward was one thing, but in a city she didn't know. In another country, she didn't know. It was past reckless and more than betrayed her trust that I was surprised she had given after the first time he had left her.
With her repeating the instructions I give her - pride bubbling in my chest, that was so very different than the buzzing and the growling that I had known for so long. She thanks me again before we hang up the phone.
Watching the dot momentarily before I call my contact at the hotel, giving over the details of the stay for Bella. It was a short call, that I was able to get everything set before Bella arrived. Knowing it could take up to an hour in the city centre commotion.
I stay in the study, the family knowing not to disturbed while the door was shut unless it was an absolutely emergency. Which from my growling that erupted from my own chest, they knew this was an emergency.
During the time that I wait for the call from Isabella, I book the airway, a private plane to take off within the next hour and a half.
I exit my study, only briefly to inform who to pack their bags for travel. Avoiding Esme's troubled expression, not wanting to deal with whatever conflict I know will be there when talking with her. There had been trouble for years, even with trying to make it work, the hours spent together in a remote bed and breakfast during the reprieve of heartache the family had been through with James, with Edward leaving Bella and a shortly lived battle with the New-born army that was more than concerning.
There was a few protest from Rosalie that was snuffed out when I tell her Edward had left her stranded. She said no more, the whole family pausing in their movements at the news. With a command to move, they were out of the room before I could blink.
I knew Rosalie had a problem with Isabella, cause her inability to see that we were truly damned, and being very gracious on what we were. But she didn't realise the dedication Isabella had towards us.
By the time she calls, I am on the plane, already at altitude. Wishing the plane would go faster, so I could be there for Isabella. Suppressing the urge to wrap my arms around her, the monster inside me needing to comfort her, to hold her.
I had briefed the others in on what the plan was. Trying not to showcase my eagerness to be by Isabella's side. "And what are you doing while we are out hunting?" It was Rosalie. A sarcastic twinged her words, I knew she was still annoyed with being uprooted. Her protested had continued on the ride over to the airstrip. "Protect the human while we get our boots dirty slinging the sewers?" The snideness dripped off her words.
She did have a point. I peered around the cabin. Jasper and Alice were sitting together while Rosalie and Emmett sat together. Rubbing a hand over my face, the worry was seeping out, the control I had cracking. "She's alone in a city she doesn't know." It was a growl that I hadn't ever used towards them. Surprising my own self with my protectiveness, my justification for my need to be there by her side.
Out of all of them, no one had ever come close to my affections for Isabella. Alice only hinting at possibilities with her visions. She never insinuated anything of the like though, for all her meddling, she was stand offish when it came to my affections towards Edwards mate.
I shake my head, an internal struggle inside me. His mate. My own mind snarling at my thoughts. He had left his mate, the one that he had just pledged his life to - his forever with. What had my first born, my first companion in a life that had seemed so dull and lifeless. Losing its meaning, on the verge of giving up my own mortality.
I stomp down my thoughts before they turn down the wrong street of darkness. There was no time to wallow.
But I couldn't help my mind flying back to "why?" Why'd he leave her? It had to be something more than him just leaving. It had to be.
I enter her room, closing the door softly behind me. Not wanting to wake her, to scare her with someone entering her room. I had worried her enough over our call earlier, for the both of us. I sighed, feeling the warmth of the room, the soft breathing my ears pinpointed immediately.
Inhaling deeply, her scent filling my every pore, surrounding me. Calming the buzzing in my chest as her warmth enveloped me whole. I take my time while moving through the room, taking in every breathe that flown through her lips, in through her nose.
I turn towards the bed, staring down at her – my thoughts only briefly chiding in if she woke up right now, then she would probably scream. I ignored it though. Wanting, no something deeper inside me needing to watch her sleep. She seemed so peaceful, the lines that normally were etched on her face was nowhere in sight.
My mind wondering through the last 48 hours, where everything had been good. Happy. I was content knowing that she had found her mate, her forever in what I considered a son. Something inside me, not truly understanding the deep gnawing sensation inside my gut when I watch them kiss and say their I do's.
My thoughts were briefly interrupted when I hear a huff. It was low, from the women under the sheet – that did little to hide her curves from me. The connection my eyes have to her body, unbreakable, being pulled in. I plant my feet, not wishing to break the level of trust she has for me.
I exhale when I see her turn over, resting on her front. A silence strangled breathe when I noticed the sheet that had thus far been covering her breast, was barely covering her lower half. I bit my own lip, if I had been human, I knew I would have drawn blood. I could see the sheer sheet sliding down when her leg pulls up towards her. It wasn't a cradling position like most female humans tended to lay while sleeping but a better position to lay flat. A more comfortable position if I could say so.
Slowly, I walk to her, my eyes on her legs. Wanting nothing more than to slide my fingers up her skin, feel the warmth that radiates off of her and up to the most sensitive spot I know a women to have. Flexing my hands, I clutch them to my side. Holding my urges back, the monster inside me growling at me to take, take, take.
When I sit, a smile spread on my lips when I feel her leg instantly line up against my back. Seeking comfort.
Digging my hands into my thighs, the nails digging in. Supressing a groan, I stare at my feet. Building the courage to wake up the woman that I am currently sitting in bed with. Her warmth from her leg seeping into my ice-cold skin, through my trousers.
I turn towards her, relishing in the sight, puffs of breaths as a few strands blowing off her face. I swipe my fingers across her temple, removing the hair from her lips. I couldn't remove my hand. Already seeping into her own warmth. Getting it together Carlisle! She had called you because she needed your help, she is in love with your own son. This is her wedding night. Stop this! I chid myself, needing to get my thoughts in order before I do something I truly regret.
My hand slides down her cheek, having a mind of its own. I watch the path that my fingers trace over the curves of her skin. My hand resting on her shoulder, I lean closer to her. Her leg pressing more firmly into my body. Still suppressing the groan and the urge to take her here, right now, I give a tentative shake.
She murmurs something intelligible. I chuckle at her sleeping form. I shake her more firmly. A grunt breaks her lips. I watch as she rubs her face into the pillow. And if she couldn't be even cuter, I was surely mistaken.
When she turns towards me, I'm struck speechless. Her chocolate brown eyes boring into me, something deeper than her sleep deprived mind was right then. When she smiles, I refused the need to swallow my own tongue. And when she speaks, her voice still raspy from sleep. I damn near have an aneurism even if I was a vampire. "You made it."
And all I could think of then was, you called.
Her scorching heat engulfs me, making me nearly come undone on the spot. I was only lucky when I felt her hitch in breath, her freezing. I instantly still above her. Unmoving. I knew I needed a moment before this was all over, her warmth overpowering me.
Never have I had felt anything so purely warm and secure against my own skin.
I lean closer into her, kissing her cheek. I could feel her loosen up fractionally. Slowly, I kiss to her ear. Telling her to breathe. Mimicking the motion to have her breath, with me. Instead of against me.
She goes with my instruction, when I praise her, wetness pulls that damn near drags me over the edge within seconds. I hold myself. Holding on, not wanting this to be over too soon. I knew it would be a disappointment on Isabella's end. Gritting my teeth, a growl escapes my lips, that was on the verge of being a moan. Her reaction spreads warmth through me, comforting me in my own self-conscious nerves that built ever since I had asked her to repeat that I am important to her. To someone. The need to be anything, and above all to Isabella Swan.
I slide fully inside her, resting against her thighs. Heat and slickness slide down my balls that does other worldly things inside me. Meeting her eyes, I watch the uncertainty there. The doubt. I kiss her nose, my walls dropping down to showcase everything I felt inside. Needing her to understand my affections. To know she is more than worthy of love and being loved. She only plays with the pieces of skin above my non-beating heart. When I catch her eyes again. I see it. The clarity there. Her brief acceptance.
When she nods, I nearly implode. I had forgotten about moving inside her tight heat. So far engulfed inside her warmth, not wanting to leave it even with pulling out.
I pull out, groaning. My head collapsing to her chest. Her fingers digging into my hair that sends another spike of pleasure down my spine.
Starting a slow pace, one deep, agonising pace that I knew would be more sensational for her first time. It had felt like my first time. With her giving all of her warmth to me, her tightness closing around me, her walls flexing with each thrust inside. A flicker of fire inside my chest erupts. Building, and I knew I was already gone. My lips having a mind of their own, my voice guttural that I could feel do hot things to Isabella. Not fully aware what had slipped through my own lips. I kiss along her neck. Feeling her body mould with mine. Letting my own body go on instinct, my fingers dancing down her leg. Pulling it over my own thigh, smiling internally when she pulls me closer inside her. I couldn't help my hand sliding back down her outer thigh. Pulling her with me, gripping on to her hip as I met each thrust. Holding her against me as I let our passion build and tell the story of our beginning.
I feel her walls tightening, gripping hold of my own orgasm before it's ripped through me as she takes me with her off of the chasm and to the abyss that I willingly followed her down.
I lay there, Isabella on my chest. Her body engulfing my own, trying to get closer than she had been. She had fallen asleep just after she had asked me not to leave her. And how could I, after what she allowed me to have? Even though, I know she is far from love, she cares. Something deep inside my chest speaks for her. Wanting to hold her, and that is what I do.
I hear a buzz from the floor, a vibrate that continues. Cursing lightly, peaking down at Isabella. Hating to wake her, but I know that was Alice calling to give word on whatever they had found. I move slowly, with only a few grumbles and her hand clutching tightly on my side. A tightness swells in my chest at the sight.
I wiggled out from underneath her, watching her as she tucks in on herself. Within a few seconds I have my phone, sliding on my trousers when I hit answer. I wait for the other to speak. There were only a few words spoken that had me clenching my jaw. "The trail has dried up just outside of Jacarepaguá."
Shit! Alice continues her run down on everything that they had found. "We started where we heard Bella was, found a lady that swears up and down that she had given Bella her phone to call you. And went west from there…" I turn back towards Isabella, not caring enough to correct Alice for the use of her nickname. She had probably already seen what we had done, no worth denying it now.
Heat pools in my lower belly as I watch her. Only half listening, getting the key words that was said. Trail lost…
I clear my head, the monster trying to take over me, wanting to take action first before any plans are made. That wasn't my style. Far from it, the only exception – granted, I made plans a few steps ahead, was here with Isabella. Whipping a hand down my face, watching her for a moment as a plan formed in my mind. It wasn't much of one, obviously.
"We'll stay for a few days, see if we can catch the trail again. Alice, you, and Jasper take the jet." She interrupts my directions. Informing me of her plans to head out to the Voltari, the exact instructions I was about to give her.
We needed to inform the Voltari of the separation of my eldest born from the coven. There would be more news coming soon but nothing more could be said before we have any more information to give. And I hoped this trip that Alice takes to them, will not have a target to be placed on our heads before figuring out what is going through Edward's head.
We take turns guarding Isabella for the days that come. I can see the antsy nerves under her skin for wanting to leave. To get air outside of the hotel room. Yet still without any clue on what was happening with Edward, we were forced to stay close until Jasper and Alice return.
We are on the plane heading home, more mentally exhausted than before. It was getting closer to the time for us to hunt. I could feel my control slipping further. The coldness spreading through my veins, washing over me.
I lean back in my reclined seat, my eyes closed as I take in the sounds around me. The breathing coming from the women that I chosen to lay down my life for. There was a clicking, my head twitching at the over sensitiveness from the sound. My eyes snapping open, looking towards the intrusion to my grounding exercises.
It was Jasper, tapping a pen against the table.
I groan towards the heavens. This was going to be a long flight.
(Bella)
I was lying flat on my back, on a desk that had half of the contents spread on the floor. My legs were spread, my feet resting on the hard surface as my hands grip the edge above my head.
"Hold on tight." The velvet of his voice commanded me. He was standing between my spread thighs, his hands resting on the top of the desk, his forearms resting against the front of my legs. Pinning them to him, just the thought of how we look sends heat spiking through me, pooling at my core.
He looked up to me, down my stretched body, spread for his fingers to ravish. "Still so wet for me." He inhaled. Rubbing his clothes covered cock over my entrance. He was hard, harder than he had all day. "You have teased me ever since we arrived back home." The words washing over me, him saying we and home, sent warm butterfly's fluttering in my chest. "Especially with this skimpy," one of his hands lifting to rest against my inner thigh, "little dress." A growl erupted from somewhere near his chest. His hips rocking against my entrance, a wonderful glide that I needed more of. My head falling back, arching at the sensation that spasms through my body, down my back. "That's right my little mouse," he rocked his hips against me again, "you're going to hold on to the edge of the desk while I slide my cock into that tight little pussy of yours." I nodded jerkily, knowing fully well he didn't ask a question.
There was a smile at my response but the next thing I knew, he removed his hands - no, no, no! That was the opposite of what I wanted.
I sigh in relief when I hear the clinking and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered.
I didn't realise my eyes were shut when Carlisle commanded me to open them, I snapped them back open to look at Carlisle. He was standing there, between my legs, one hand had come back to rest against the table while the other gripped the base of his erection.
His fingers sliding over the length, I looked up to watch his features. He was staring straight at my core, feeling momentarily embarrassed, I tried squashing the feeling knowing he has seen me completely naked. "I have never seen anything so perfect." He leaned in, sliding himself along my lips in a slow, torturous glide. Him sliding without trouble against my wet pussy.
A moan escaped my lips, causing Carlisle to repeat his actions. Cursing at the feel, feeling more foul mouth by the minute. I just needed him inside me, to be connected.
(Carlisle Point of View)
Edward shows up exactly three months after the night of their wedding. Barging through the door without care if someone was on the other side. I resist the urge to sigh but run a hand through my hair to calm the nerves inside, with the fight I know will take place today. If it wasn't the fact that Isabella was in some corner reading a book – that I knew would throw a right hook if she saw him then it would be if he read my thoughts on my affections for her.
My fingers flexing where they rested on my bended knees. I was in the family room, Alice and Jasper had joined me shortly after an early lunch for Isabella. I smile at the reminder of her embarrassed expression when she was joined by all of us at the table. Her being the only one that ate, the slight tinge to her cheeks and I knew she had been self-conscious.
Edward takes up Jasper in a hug while Alice shoots daggers into the back of his head – she had always been on his side, being the other family member with special abilities. Standing next to Jasper, my manners overriding whatever feeling I was having in the moment. When Edward released Jasper to turn to me, my venom covered veins turn cold. Nothing burning my insides, turning a few degrees colder.
There stood Edward, as normal as when we occupied the same space. But I knew the signs from anywhere. His eyes a shade too dark. The merge of the colour when going from a human blood diet to an animal diet.
I was frozen still when Edward engulfed me into a hug. It was stiff and unlike anything we had shared in the last century. "What's all…" Isabella's voice rang out. Inwardly cringing, I trying to keep my thoughts of her, out of line of sight for Edward. "Carlisle?" She calls for me. I hear in her voice, the wavering of it.
Edward releases me, turning towards her. I repress the growl that wants to break through. I watch her, taking in any signs of discomfort. Her eyes dart from Edwards to mine. A question in them. The one that I knew well. Why didn't he love me enough to stay? The protective side inside me wanted to throw myself in front of Isabella to shield her from any hurt that was bound to happen with Edward being here. But I knew she could handle whatever happened.
She hesitates before she starts walking further into the room. Bypassing Edward completely and glides by me. Her fingertips brushing against my hand before she takes her warmth with her. Taking a seat, in the area that had become strictly hers since we have come back from Rio.
I take residents up in my normal spot besides her, with a little bit more distance that hurts me to put between us. I didn't need Edward attacking Isabella for what news I knew would undoubtably come. "So…" Jasper speaks, breaking the tension of the room. It was weird, normally it would be the others when it came to tension that Jasper creates. "Welcome back." He emphasizes the words. It was his way of joking, that didn't reach his posture. I could see the strain in his seated position. He was ready to attack if needed.
Turning my attention back towards Edward, he was pacing. Another sign of straying from the vegetarian diet that our coven had. It was as if he was in a cage, an animal trapped. I move to the edge of my seat. Ready to throw myself in front of Isabella if needed. With each moment that passed, it was more likely to happen.
Edward brings his hands into a clapping manner, before bringing them up to his lips. Wiping his mouth before turning towards the group. We watched him in silence. "I saw the Romanian coven." He started, in explanation that I wasn't sure where it had been going. "They had reached out to me before the wedding." I see Isabella flinch, my gaze going to hers. She was staring at Edward, a frown on her lips. Edward started pacing again, back, and forth before he continued. "The Voltari had come to me to warn me of our promise that was being past each day. Each day without her being turned was a day too late." His eyes were glued to the ground. One arm wrapped around his centre while the other rest on his arm and had a thumb in between his lips. Mulling over whatever he was going to say next. "They threatened our coven. So, I had asked Bella to marry me, even convinced the Voltari that we had a timeline that we were upholding." His steps were long, on the cusp of being too fast. "But when I had gotten word from Vladimir and Stefan, about a rebellion against them. I had to go with it." His hand thrusted down as if to prove a point. "It was only convenient that they were in Rio."
Isabella was on her feet before I could blink, rivalling vampire speed. "And that's why you left me in Rio." I was to my feet, my hand reaching out for her. I stopped myself, stomping my protective side to pull her back. She needed to get this out, her anger. I hang back, hoovering between the both of them, in case of any signs of a fight.
I didn't know this Edward very much, if at all. I wasn't sure what triggers would make him snap and lash out to attack Isabella.
She stomped forward, me right behind her. Still keeping my distance, Jasper joins me on her other side. "You go on some vigilante mission and leave me alone in the middle of a street waiting for you to return?" Puffing out a breath, her fight leaving her all of a sudden. I peer to Jasper, and I know he had something to do with her mood changing. Clenching my teeth – he thought he was being helpful, but he didn't know that this right here was what she needed.
"It wasn't some vigilante mission; it was a mission in order to get the Voltari out of power." He glanced between each one of us as in finding someone that had agreed with him. "I did this because I believe the Cullen clan should be the voice of reason." His eyes still going between us.
There was a commotion at the door when Rosalie and Emmett ran in. Their speed unmatched against each other. They stop in the door frame, shock radiating off of them both.
I didn't catch whatever Edward said, when Isabella throws herself forward, catching Edward off guard. Her fist connecting with his cheek. Immediately after, she's gripping her hand in her other. A cry breaks out before a growl. I am at her side, holding her hand in mine. Shaking my head, she didn't learn her lesson from spraining her hand when she punched Jacob.
I test her wrist out, moving it from side to side. Deem it as a slight crack but won't know more unless I have x-rays taken. Alice breaks the commotion of the room, having everyone take a seat to calm down. Ever the optimist. I take my seat back, closer than I had been before. Forgoing my notion of hiding my Isabella from anyone.
Isabella finds my knee, rubbing circles that calm the monster inside me. Heat spreads through me at her calming touch. She always knew what I needed in these moments. I smile towards her as she meets my eyes. She squeezes my leg before taking her hand back to her lap.
My gaze meets Edwards, he had a scowl on his face. "That's my wife, you know?" It was filled with sarcasm and disgust. The latter I knew fully well.
I shot back quickly, "you surely didn't think so on your wedding night." We were at each other's throats, growling at the other, before I even realised what I was even doing. I don't even remember getting to my feet and across the room, nor do I remember Edward doing the same.
"Stop it the both of you." Isabella demanded, pushing herself in front of us. Hands splayed against my chest that sent sparks through my centre. Her other hand pushing Edward back at arm's length. Edward was still growling, shoving Isabella out of the way with force. I catch her before she can knock into anything. Not wanting to live through that dreadful night again.
Faster than before, faster than any of my family has ever seen me. I am back, slamming Edward against the wall, snarling in his face. A side that I didn't know I had. "You ever lay a finger on her again," my teeth showing, growing as I deliver each word. "And I will rip you apart myself." It was lower than I had intended, more menacing than I had thought. Edward mocked cowardness as I held him to the wall by his throat, my fingers digging into his skin. His skin cracks where my fingers dug in. Rage pumped through my veins, my vision blurring as the creature inside me starts taking over my every pore.
It clears only when I hear her voice, her calling out for me. Calling me back to her, to not hurt anyone. Telling me, this isn't me, that I'm more than what Edward had become. I come back to her, breaking through the hazy fog that was casting over my vision. I see that Edward was crouching from how I had him gripped at the throat, not realising that I had been snarling. Red hot rage had taken over, that I worked every day to overcome, to squash that feeling. "He's done nothing but hurt you, Isabella. Why do you care?" My head tilting, slanted towards her, I ask her. Ignoring the painful stares with my voice deeper.
"Because he was your first companion." It was that simple. Nothing more, and she was right. He was my first companion, the one that I had changed myself to stand by my side. A small part of my mind rounds that question of does she still love him? I drown it further inside me. Not letting that thought live past anything.
I released my grip on him, only realising then on how strong my hold was. He coughed, rubbing at his neck.
"There will be no fight." My voice commanding, speaking in both topics of the night.
"But I thought," Edward coughed again, I really had almost snapped his neck in my grasp. Flinching back, guilt immediately spread through me. I was better than this, this animal that didn't see anything other than the blood.
Warmth ignited when I felt her hands on me. Calming my troubling thoughts from my mind. I turn, grabbing Isabella's hand in mine as I move us both back towards the couch. Her spot calling her name as mine calls for me. I needed to settle myself before anything else was spoken. If I was honest with myself, I needed Isabella body against mine as she held me before anything was spoken. But that wasn't going to take place now. Suppressing the grumpiness that I knew that wanted to break out, down for later. I would have time; I knew I would have Isabella in my arms later.
I see Edwards ears twitch as if hearing my words spoken aloud. Inwardly cursing, I shielded my thoughts as much as I could from him. There was a smirk as he strolled to the other side of the couch. Alice and Jasper in their normal spots while Rosalie and Emmett hovers on the other side of the room. Clearly not wanting to get in the middle.
I speak before Edward could say a word, "this isn't our families place to decide anything. We aren't the ruling factor to decide what happens when someone breaks a rule." Isabella scurries closer to me, what I could only hope that she realises that I need her now more than I have ever needed anyone else. Her hand finds mine that rest on my knee. Still flexing open and close. Sighing at one of my knowing tell.
I was briefly distracted, my senses still taking inventory of the room in order to know where the next threat was. "I bet she spreads her legs nice and easy for you." I snapped his gaze back towards Edward, watching the words come out of his mouth. "I could also bet she had done that only after she heard you would turn her." He chuckles, "that's all she ever cared for, whoring herself out to do it is a new low. That I didn't think she could do so I'll give her that." I was frozen, stuck while my mind went a mile a minute. I couldn't help where my mind was going through each question. The main one being was that true or not. Immediately it was stomped, I knew in the look of Edward's eyes. The one that I had seen countless times in other patients that had entered my E.R, looking for their next fix. They were junkies, but humans all the same that needed my help.
Surprisingly enough, it was Alice that was on her feet, gripping Edward by the back of his neck – like a dog in trouble as she carried him out the room. I was grateful for her in that moment because I didn't think I could even move to kick him out of this house myself.
Isabella was on her feet next and to the door before I could bring my attention back to the present. I'm out the door before I make any decision. She was slamming her door of her truck when I'm in the passenger side. I needed her by my side even if she didn't want me with her. She seems to realise that because she doesn't protest my appearance.
I guide her towards some cabin rentals that outlook the river. It had always been a calm place of mine. When I would retreat back to, away from my own responsibilities. I continue to guide her, knowing the direction off the top of my mind.
I needed it since my mind was going a mile a minute. Going over everything that had happened tonight. And against all odds, I needed her warmth right now. Instead of the coldness that I have come to know with my life. Her skin, burning underneath mine, as she warmed my soulless body.
She pulled into the driveway, the cabin rocking a bit before she comes to a stop. I pull my phone from my pocket, shooting a quick text to the co-owner of the cabin – informing him that I have arrived and wish not to be disturbed. It was a commercial property with some sister cabins surrounding. This one was on just under two acers of land that given enough privacy.
I was only lucky that this property was only rented during the winter and winter months, it wasn't profitable during the other times, and that's if we had anyone inquiring about it. We had a booking a months' time from now that I was sure that we would be gone by that time.
I'm around the massive truck and pulling Isabella into my side, tucked under my arm while we walk towards the entrance of the cabin. Isabella was quiet as she scanned the building, with the front porch, large enough if any family wanted to have a barbeque. Or even take their coffee in one of the wooden chairs off the side that I knew first hand caught the sunrise.
With her still under my arm, we move towards the front door, something that I had seen a hundred times since we had them built. I couldn't keep the smile from my face when I hear the gasp from Isabella's lips. She turns to me once we're inside, a smile on her lips. "And how many properties do you own?" There was a glint in her eyes with an undertone of astonishment.
I shrug a shoulder, truly loosing count off of the top of my head. "The main house just on the boarder of Fork," shortly taking inventory. Walking us over to the one of the bedrooms, it was at the end of the cabin once through the sitting room and family room. "This cabin, and a house that's North-West of Mansfield, Connecticut." Smiling down at here when she lights up at that. "I'll take you there one day." Leaning in to smell her scene, nuzzling against her temple. "It's beautiful during Christmas." A plan already forming.
We herd towards the bed, as I drop to the edge. Pulling Isabella into me, my face resting just below her chest. Her softness sends warmth through me, calming my nerves.
"I apologize for scaring you, Bell." I whisper into her clothing. I wasn't sure if she had heard me but found out she had when her hands slide into my hair. Tugging lightly. I know what she wants, and I couldn't dare look into her eyes now. Embarrassment and dread wash over me. A painful wave of self-hatred spreads down my spine as images of tonight's events run through my mind.
She only allows me a few minutes before she is tugging at my hair again. I go willingly this time.
