A/N: When I wrote the first chapter of this story, I completely forgot Bella was supposed to be in school so pumping three times a day with the amount she's producing would be difficult. So, I went back and fixed it. Nothing changes, it just says when she pumps, she produces a gallon of golden liquid. My bad.
In this story, Bella moved to Forks in August and started her junior year at the beginning of the term in September instead of January as it says in the books.
– Bella's POV –
This fruit salad is delicious and packed with yummy, juicy fruits. Strawberries. Kiwi. Blueberries. Pomegranate. Sweet mango. Raspberries. And banana slices. Drizzled with the honey I bought at the farmer's market. I added a dollop of creamy Greek yogurt, sprinkled with a few chocolate niblets. Added a little zest of lemon and a squeeze of orange juice.
Mmmm. Delish!
Another change, I've noticed. My diet.
I've never been a picky eater or had any dietary restrictions. Until recently.
About six months ago, I suddenly developed an aversion to meat. That shit is revolting. It smells like rotting, dead flesh. I can barely stomach cooking for Charlie.
I'm not sure what you'd call my new diet. I suppose I'm a vegetarian. I still eat cheese, honey, yoghurt, and cream. I just can't tolerate packaged carcass.
Eww.
That sounds gross.
Eggs are iffy. If they're in something, like a cake, then I'm obviously not going to say no to a slice of cake. I'm picky, not crazy. But eggs in an omelet or sunny side up, no thanks. They smell as bad as meat! Which is a bummer. I used to love a breakfast of fluffy scrambled eggs, a couple strips of bacon, and some avocado toast. Now, the only thing I could stomach is the avocado toast. Not that it's a bad thing, I mean, seriously? Who doesn't love avocado toast?
I'm not sure why my body is changing or what it all means. It's not like I can ask my parents.
I figure, for now, as it's nothing harmful to me or anyone else, I wouldn't worry too much. The changes are . . . strange and confusing—lactating tits, anyone?—but I haven't sprouted a tail, scales, wings, or a couple extra heads, so it can't be anything too bad. Right? Maybe I'm just growing up. My body is changing, just like any other ordinary teen.
That could be it.
Right?
I think so . . .
Maybe.
I'm not sure.
I don't want to think about the alternatives . . .
Not yet.
Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow sounds better.
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So, shall we continue with my life's story?
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We're getting to the juicy bits.
Beyond my educational frustrations and my shitty home life, there was a boy.
Of course, there's a boy. There's always a boy.
This boy though . . . well, have you ever met someone and thought, 'well hell yeah, you're drop-dead gorgeous and, oh wow! you're interested in little ol' me?'
I have.
His name's Edward Cullen.
I met Edward and his strange family when I began attending Forks High. And no, it certainly wasn't love at first sight.
Edward and I had a rocky start, but I was intrigued by the unusually beautiful boy. We clicked on a superficial level. I'm not gonna lie, I was attracted to him and his family. But then, who could blame me? They're all exquisitely beautiful beings. Edward, for a while there, seemed to be the most beautiful of them.
My initial reaction to him was . . . well, unexpected.
The moment our eyes locked across the cafeteria, something wild and dark within me burst to the surface. Every instinct I had wanted to pin him to my bed, tie him up, and have my wicked way with him. I wanted to rub my naked body all over his. Bite him. Lick him. Mark him. Claim him and make him mine forever.
I've never felt anything like it.
And, shocking me further, my reaction to the rest of his family was no less powerful.
I wanted all of them.
Beneath me.
On top of me.
Beside me.
Inside of me.
I wanted them marked and claimed.
I wanted my scent smothering theirs, laying claim to them.
Having never felt anything even remotely similar, and feeling very uncomfortable with the idea of biting and laying claim to someone, I did what any normal person would do.
Yes, that's right. I ignored it.
It wasn't easy.
For the most part, Edward was the only one who interacted with me. At least in the beginning. When it was just him, it was easier to ignore the new voice—I swear I'm not crazy!—in the back of my mind, demanding we make him submit to us and use him for our pleasure.
This new part of me—whatever it was—was a relentless, mewling, preening bitch and I'm pretty sure she's constantly in heat!
The normal side of my brain—the side that really should remain in charge at all times, lest we strip naked and tempt the entire Cullen clan into a family orgy—figured, maybe there'd be some substance to Edward. You know, beneath all that pretty, maybe he'd be . . . interesting.
Unfortunately, the more I got to know him, the more I realized there was not a lot going on beneath the surface.
I mean, if you're into classical music, Hemingway and Shakespeare, the piano, the Victorian era, rules up the wazoo, never being able to date without a chaperone, a possessive male telling you what to do constantly, no open-mouthed kisses, no touching of any kind, and absolutely no sex, Edward Cullen is your guy!
Me?
Eh. I'll pass!
I found him a little . . . stiff.
And not in a good way.
I was ready to pull the plug on Edward when things changed.
Picture it, Forks, Washington, 2021.
Yes, that was a Golden Girls reference. Don't you just love the Golden Girls?
Anyway, I digress . . .
Picture it, Forks, Washington, 2021. I was the new girl in school. Still getting used to Forks and the harsh weather of winter. Harsh to me, at least. I come from somewhere that's constantly sunny. Snow is a whole new concept to me. And, after slipping on my ass, I wasn't enjoying the new experience.
It was freezing. There was a layer of white fluff on the ground and slush on the roads. Not ideal for teen drivers.
Enter Cocky Jock in his mother's ugly ass blue van.
Where am I, you ask? Ah, well, little ol' me is standing by my ancient red, beat-up truck—admiring the snow chains someone, Charlie I assume, put on my wheels—just waiting for an accident to happen.
Of course, that's about the time Cocky Jock enters the school parking lot, and takes the turn way too fast. Slides on black ice, and comes hurtling toward me and my beast of a truck.
Typical me.
That's when Edward Cullen swoops in and saves my ass by stopping the van with his bare hands.
His bare hands!
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His bare hands!
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This is a boy who couldn't weigh more than a buck thirty, dripping wet. Had no muscle, that I could see. And he stopped a freakin van with HIS BARE HANDS!
All would have been fine and dandy if I hadn't seen him.
But I did.
That one moment, as I watched the metal bend beneath his grip, changed my life.
I wish I could say that was the start of our beautiful, epic romance.
It wasn't.
I soon found out Edward Cullen is a manipulative, self-centered, borderline abusive little cockroach.
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Yes. I might have a few unresolved issues.
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After the accident, I was carted off to the hospital where I met his gorgeous father, Doctor Carlisle Cullen. My god, that man could be a movie star! Tall, blonde, with flawless alabaster skin, soft pink kissable lips, and eyes the color of runny honey. He was dressed impeccably. White lab coat. Light blue shirt and tie. Black slacks that seemed to fit a bit too snugly across his hardening manhood.
Unlike his son, I seemed to have an effect on the good doctor. And that was making my inner beasty purr in delight. She enjoyed his eyes on us and ached to see more of his flawless alabaster flesh.
As he examined me, his icy fingers brushed across my exposed flesh, making my whole body shiver and tingle as goosebumps spread over my skin. He was gentle, caressing the back of my neck, running his fingers through my long hair as he examined my head wound.
I can't say I didn't enjoy every second! The iciness of his touch felt great against the bump on my head, but his temperature did pique my interest.
Why is he so cold?
Should a person be that cold without being dead or stuffed into the deep freeze?
You know how doctors always have cold hands? This wasn't anything like that.
His touch wasn't cold.
It was glacial!
Dr. Cullen's fingers felt like he was caressing my bare skin with ice cubes. And, I gotta say, it isn't as sexy as it is in movies or books! I was fuckin' cold!
Now, his scent, on the other hand, was a different matter. I thought I was going to combust when he came closer and my face was pressed into his chest. He smelt like chamomile and warm vanilla. It reminded me of a hot, soothing bubble bath and the thought warmed me up a little.
Without lifting my face from Dr. Cullen's chest, I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. I could feel a low, rumbling in his chest. Like a purr. From the darkening look in his eye, Dr. Cullen was moments from taking me on the gurney when Charlie interrupted with a question about my injuries.
Cool as can be—ha! excuse the pun—Dr. Cullen stepped away from me to speak with my father, though his dark gaze flickered back to me as they spoke.
Once I was dismissed, I found Edward lingering in the doorway. That was the first time I got a glimpse of the real Edward. A two-faced lying, possessive bastard.
He was angry about something. I don't know what. I wanted answers because who the hell wouldn't after seeing what I did? At first, he blamed what I saw on me hitting my head.
Uh, no!
That was not about to fly.
How dare he blame a little bump on the back of my head!
Did he think I was stupid?
Little bumps on the head do not make people hallucinate average high school students turning into superheroes!
For crying out loud, he had his own Captain America moment! Did he expect me not to question that?
When I argued, pushing for answers, he snapped at me to be grateful I'm alive, thank him, and get on with my life.
I did thank him.
After all, he did save my life. I was grateful. Of course, I was. I just wanted to know if I was going to school with a superhero.
Superhero or not, the boy could do with an attitude adjustment.
Once I'd thanked him, he snapped at me again about not letting the subject drop and hoped I enjoy disappointment, then stormed off in a huff.
Well, he obviously doesn't know me very well. I'm not your average highly-strung, emotional teenage girl. I'm used to disappointment. That wasn't going to deter Bella Swan from finding out the truth!
After the hospital incident, the childish silent treatment began.
What are we, twelve?
It went on for months.
October passed . . .
Then November . . .
December . . .
January . . .
In the one class we had together he ignored me, sometimes outright refusing to even acknowledge my presence. He never spoke a word. Even when we were forced to work together on assignments. He'd do the work, shove the answer sheet in my face—as if he thought I couldn't figure it out for myself—and then go back to ignoring me.
Now, I can put up with a lot.
Not to toot my own horn, but I've got the patience of a freaking saint!
Or, maybe that's stubbornness, I'm not sure.
Either way, if he thought I'd break first, he had another thing coming.
With a mother like mine, I'm used to childish behavior. It's nothing Renee hasn't pulled before. Sometimes, she'd go months without speaking to me, too. Hell, my father went eight years without speaking to me.
I'm not sure what Edward thought he was accomplishing here, and to be honest, I don't care either.
Been there, done that.
If Edward Cullen couldn't be a mature adult and speak to me like one, I wasn't interested in having him in my life.
Superhero or not, gorgeous or not, this little boy and his attitude were not worth my time and energy.
So, I moved on.
I made friends with Angela. Began hanging out with her and Jessica. Continued studying and learning all I could learn outside of school. I got a part-time job at Newton Outfitters and another at the grocery store.
I lived my life.
I worked hard.
Studied harder.
I even contemplated dating.
Mike had been sniffing around. Tyler Crowley—aka Cocky Jock—and Eric Yorkie too. They were cute. Though I had to admit, Lauren Mallory and those emerald eyes intrigued me more. Her attitude needed adjustment, but I could work with that.
I was making plans to ask Lauren out when all of a sudden, Edward Cullen's talking to me again.
We talked for a while. Got to know each other a little better. I found him rather boring. I think I said something to insult his precious sensibilities because for a while he went back to not talking to me again.
Talk about whiplash! He couldn't make up his fuckin' mind. His personality changed more than I change panties.
The boy was a drama Queen of epic proportions.
But there was still that draw to him. A pull I couldn't resist. An attraction.
Yes. I wanted him. I won't deny it.
Physically, he's gorgeous. An Adonis.
I had visions of bending him over my desk, yanking his trousers down, and taking him hard in front of the entire classroom.
There was something in me that wanted, more than anything, to dominate him. To take him and make him mine.
I've never felt that way before.
It was a little . . . okay, it was sexy. But it was also a little unnerving.
It's not like I even have anything I can take him with!
I may be a horny bitch, and I'm pretty sure whatever this darkness is inside of me, she's in heat, big time. But I don't walk around with a strap-on dildo in my purse, just in case! And my body may be going through some unusual changes, but I have not yet grown a penis.
Oh.
Good.
God.
What if I suddenly sprout a penis?
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Breath Bella.
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You're not going to magically sprout a penis.
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You can easily dominate a man without a dangling appendage between your legs.
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Sorry. Small freak out there.
It's all these changes.
They're making me crazy.
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Where was I?
Oh, that's right. Edward.
Physically, he may have it going on. No woman could deny that. Or man. The fact is, Edward Cullen looks like the epitome of a Greek God.
And, I was pretty sure—Greek god or not—he was a superhero. And, let's be honest, who doesn't want to fuck Captain America?
Although . . . Thor might just be sexier . . . plus, he's got the accent. I'm a sucker for an accent . . .
Sorry, I digress . . .
Unfortunately, I soon found out, Edward is no Captain America.
I thought if I could just tape his mouth shut—possibly strap on a ball gag, if he's into that—and have my way with his body, that would be fine but, then he touched me.
It was innocent enough.
Our fingertips brushed. That was it. But the moment his hand met mine all hope I had of riding the Greek God to orgasmville shattered.
Edward Cullen is as icy cold as his father.
It made me wonder, what else of his is cold . . .
And why are they so cold?
That can't possibly be normal!
As time passed, I began to realize the extent of his temperature. Or lack of a temperature.
In class, we sit next to each other and I can feel the cold coming off him. I wear multiple layers, and my jacket, just to stay warm when I'm sitting next to him.
It isn't a pleasant experience!
His body seems to radiate a cold aura. But, touching him, feeling him touch me, it's worse. It goes deeper, sinking into my very bones.
Imagine, opening your freezer to pull out a few ice cubes. You can't hold the ice for very long. It becomes painful. Your fingers start to tingle. And then ache.
Now imagine covering your body, head to toe, in ice. Imagine an icicle penetrating you . . .
I'm sorry but, no. Just no.
The moment he touched me, and I realized how cold he is, any thought of ever having sex with the icicle formerly known as Edward Cullen was obliterated.
But it also made me curious.
Why do he and his father have ice-cold skin?
That's not normal.
I figured, maybe it was a medical condition.
I was curious. I'm a nosy bitch, sue me. Edward wasn't going to answer my questions, so I'd have to do it myself.
I began researching, first medical books, though there wasn't anything there unless they were corpses and I was fairly sure I could rule that out. So, I began looking into their other differences.
Their strength.
Their speed.
Their pale skin.
Their strange eyes. One minute they're golden. Then they're back.
The hard texture of their skin.
Their potent, alluring scent.
They don't eat anything.
Or drink anything.
And then I found it.
The only interesting thing about Edward Cullen is his species.
Turns out, the Cullens aren't human.
They're vampires.