Note: I usually refrain from posting on this website. Due to how some users can be mean. However, I do want to share my bellisle works.I wanted to write an unhinged Carlisle and the prima nocta prompt. Safe to say, I did kinda shittily.

That aside, I'm still posting it because I can't be the only one to suffer, yea?

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It was rare. Her marriage was. Unlike her parents and her other relatives who married out of necessity, her marriage was borne out of love. Many could not afford such luxury but her mother had always told her that she would marry well. She was eighteen when she met Edward Cullen, a son of a Baron of East Sheen in London in her third season. It was almost love at first sight. She was drawn to him, dazzled, and by the time her season ended, she was engaged.

Her parents were overjoyed, particularly her mother who told everyone in town that her only daughter was marrying very well. After all, not every gentleman's daughter attracted a passing member of a peerage. Edward Cullen was indeed the most favorable of men, even the handsomest, Bella thought blushingly. With his reddish brown hair and tall, stately built, she deemed he was perfect. Her friends congratulated her for her fortune enviously.

After all, how could she have caught the attention of such an important man? Dull, and odd bluestocking Isabella Swan with few to recommend herself. Somehow, Edward had seen something in her. Something even she couldn't have seen in herself. He made her feel something other than the monotony of her home. In the next month, after enduring a 3-month courtship, Bella Swan was now married.

Isabella Cullen , she whispered to herself. The thought made her smile happily. They rode to his family home that same night. It was a grand castle with seven hundred years of history. When they arrived, they were met by a few servants though there was no sight of his esteemed family. 'They shall meet us inside."

She held his cold hand and smiled at him. Inside the castle was dark. The windows were closed, heavy with dark drapes that did not allow any sliver of sunlight to pass through. There were candlelights in the walls and the carpeted floor was crimson. Bella shivered at the coldness of the interior and the temperature. Everything inside was quiet, except for their footsteps and the occasional door slam somewhere in the house.

She felt his thumb circle on her hand. Edward comforted her with an easy smile. That charming, boyish smile that made her forget about the sinking horror that this castle brought.

And then they stopped in front of a large double oak door. Edward swung it open as she stood behind.

"Father." He greeted.

Bella's gaze landed in the middle of the room. Behind the large mahogany desk was a man standing by the window. He was ... young, she realized with a start. Too young for a man to be called a father. Especially, by a man as old as Edward. The moonlight illuminated the man's pale, handsome face. For a moment, Bella stood there before she realized Edward was calling her.

"Father, this is my wife, Isabella. My love, this is my father Carlisle."

Bella lowered her eyes as she felt Edward's father's gaze on her. She gave a pathetic curtsy and she felt her cheeks flush red as she almost tripped in a fit of nerves. He was a handsome man. More so than his son. More so than every men she knew. Oh heavens, what was she thinking?

"My Lord, I am pleased to finally meet you."

"And I, you." He bowed with a kind smile. "You have to excuse the others." His voice was sinful. Bella lifted her eyes to meet the golden gaze of Baron Cullen. "My family are out on a hunt. Edward should have sent a letter to inform us prior a day or two that you will head here after the wedding."

"Apologies, Carlisle, but I wanted you to meet her." Edward gazed down at her affectionately. "And I ... I cannot stand to be in society any longer. I endured four months to manage my control. I believe I am capable enough."

Bella felt somehow lost in the conversation. She looked between father and son. She was glad her puzzlement didn't show plainly in her face.

"Your wife must be tired, Edward." The Baron commented, casting a calculating look on her. "I shall lend the castle to you for a night if you desire a wedding night privately." Bella felt herself blush profusely. "Before that, however," His jaw ticked in anger. "I must speak to you in private."

Edward's eyes narrowed before he acquiesced and followed his father in the other room. He dropped a quick kiss on her head as he left. Bella was left alone inside the Baron's office. Bemused and out of her element, she sat. She observed his office. There were shelves filled with thick tomes of books. In his desks were files of parchments. A bottle of opened red wine and wine glass was perched in the middle.

Bella did not quite know what made her do such impertinence but she reached for the wine glass to soothe her nerves. She drank and spat it just as quickly, choking at the taste and the viscosity of the liquid. The taste of the wine on her tongue was metallic and heavy. Bending down, she cupped a hand on her mouth as she gagged, her white dress stained with red. She looked at her hand in horror, watching the wine trickle through her fingertips down to her skirt.

The smell made her stomach churn. This was no wine, she realized as her blood turned cold. Edward's golden eyes flashed to her mind. His coldness and his refusal to call upon her during the afternoon and on bright days. The man she loved in such a short amount of time … Bella's mind spun. She barely registered the sound of the wine glass shattering. She knelt on the carpeted stone floor as she convulsed.

The door slammed open. Her head turned to see the Baron rush to her in a speed she couldn't comprehend.

"Edward-" she gasped as she clawed her throat. Where was her husband?

"Slow breathes, my dear." Lord Carlisle told her, half-kneeling. "Breathe through your nose. Focus on my voice." He grasped her wrist, making her concentrate solely on him. He breathed through his nose deeply and slowly to show her.

Bella felt fat tears escape through her eyes. She must have looked a fright in front of her father-in-law. With blood in her mouth, hand, and dress. Everything was dark. She couldn't handle the dark very well. The castle and the stranger before her — Edward! She needed Edward!

"My husband." She demanded as she breathed. "Where is he?"

"He left to hunt." The man said grimly. "Foolish boy. Bringing a human wife just because she's his singer-" Lord Carlisle turned away as he brushed a hand through his hair.

"Hunt?" She squeaked, wiping tears from her face. She didn't quite believe herself when he first mentioned hunt. She's even more bewildered at the fact that this man had just referred to her as Edward's human wife. As though he wasn't one. "I-I…" she stuttered.

"I'll have to send you away, I fear. You are only in danger here."

"Please," Bella choked. "No, please. I do not know what's going on. I need Edward. I cannot go."

Lord Carlisle looked at her with an unreadable expression. He stalked towards her. Bella leaned back as he leaned close to her person. He lifted her chin, turning her head sideways. He pulled his cravat and dabbed her blood-stained mouth and tear streaks. "I see you have tasted sanguis leonis. It is an acquired taste."

At her blank expression, he sighed.

"He's left to hunt for your wedding night, my dear." He threw his cravat down to his table. "You are his singer. He cannot control himself when he takes you. There will be blood. It will not be a pleasant sight. By the morning, you will be dead with your throat ripped open."

Bella remained on the floor with a horrified expression.

"I sent him away." Lord Carlisle offered his hand to help her up. "I shall send for a carriage…"

She grasped his arm. "My Lord, please, I beg of you. I cannot go away. I love him!"

He stared at her. "Despite his true nature, you-?"

"Yes." She nodded with conviction, her voice almost desperate.

"Do you even know what we are?"

"I cannot say it out loud." She whispered. "I refuse it."

She was startled by his loud, booming laugh. His handsome face was full of mirth. Bella knew she should be afraid. But he looked like an angel. "Carlisle Cullen, my lady." He reached for her soiled hand and gave it a kiss. She almost missed his tongue darting to taste the wine in one of her fingertips. She gasped as she pulled her hand away. "7th Baron of the Cullen Baronetcy. Head of the Cullen Coven."

She was mesmerized by his beauty. The same way she was mesmerized by Edward's. Lord Carlisle gazed down at her. "He has dazzled you and made you his wife. Poor thing."

Bella lowered her head to avoid his penetrating gaze. "Dazzled?"

"Indeed. It is our way to seduce." He inclined his head. "To entrance, manipulate, and deceive in order to catch our prey."

"My love for Edward is sure." She argued. "I have never felt this way for another."

He only gave her a pitying gaze. Bella's cheeks burned hotly. A knock on the door was heard and a servant emerged, carrying a tray of hot tea and scones.

"Lady Isabella is exhausted from her journey. Lead her to her quarters and make sure my son is barred from it." Lord Carlisle waved his hand dismissively. "Prepare her a warm bath."

Bella hugged her knees close to her chest as the servants filled the ivory tub. They gathered her hair in a knot and proceeded to scrub every inch of her body. Numbly, she allowed them. When she was all wrinkly from the bath, they hoisted her up and patted her dry. They then dressed her in a nightgown of a fashion that she had never seen before. The fabric exposed her collarbones and shoulders. The hem was short and hung a few inches above her knees. The cold draft of the dim chambers gave her goosebumps. Shuddering, she hugged the silk robe close to her body.

She did not expect this kind of wedding night. She did not expect Edward to abandon her on their wedding night to hunt. But she knew she had been a fool, too. She had been blinded by her love for Edward to never notice his aversion to attending day gatherings when the sun was hot and high up. To never notice he never really ate or drank when she offered. To ignore the absence of warmth in his touch. Bella grabbed the cup of tea from the tray and washed her mouth with it, willing to forget the taste of Lord Carlisle's wine. Willing to forget his pink tongue catching the droplet of wine in her fingertip.

She fell into deep thoughts, wondering about the truth of the Baron's word. He called himself the head of the Cullen Coven. A distinction she was not familiar with. The word coven was associated with witches, that much she knew. But Edward and his father were not witches. They were creatures from obscure books her father Charles hid in the farther part of his study. Hunted and feared for centuries by their bloodlust.

Dazzled, Lord Carlisle had described her.

Bella covered her face as she stopped the onslaught of tears threatening to burn her eyes. Could it be possible? That Edward had dazzled her into falling in love with him? She was far from her friends and family now. She was in a dark castle where her vampire husband had brought her. She had nowhere to go.

Bella laid on the plush, queen-size bed, curling into a position as the servants exited the room.

Despite her mind's protests, her body eventually fell into a deep slumber.

She whimpered to the sensation of cold lips on her neck. Her eyelids fluttered open and she met a pair hooded, golden eyes gazing down at her. Bella arched her body as the creature above her covered her body with his. Through the dimly lit candlelights, she could appraise the broadness of his shoulders and his blond hair.

His hand caressed her bare legs, taking advantage of her racy nightgown. Bella's eyes widened as she felt his fingers on her core. She moaned brokenly. The hand which lifted to push him away grasped greedily at his lapels, torn between shoving and pulling.

"What are you doing to me?" She cried. The man descended on her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss that spoke of a cruel promise. Bella found herself reciprocating.

"It is my right." He whispered, breath fanning her lips. "It is my right to take the first night."

He tore her clothing with a single motion, baring her to him. Bella cried out and reached for the blankets but the vampire was faster. His hips thrusted forward and broke her barrier.

The pain was nothing compared to the sensation of his teeth buried in her neck.

"It is now my venom that will turn you. Not his or anyone. You are mine."

Bella's eyes flew open. The canopy of the bed stared right at her. She glanced at the time and saw she had only slept for three hours. She brushed a hand through her mahogany hair. Her heart pounded rapidly in her heart. Her dream … goodness . She shivered as she recounted the images. Despite the shame and terror she felt, she recognized the unmistakable wetness between her legs.

Lord Carlisle … her husband was not entirely gone for goodness sake! It was truthfully more of a nightmare. She clutched the blankets closer. Still, she felt the ghost of his touch in her legs. Her lips ached and felt swollen.

Once Edward returned, she would demand that they leave for another home. It would not matter where or what kind of home it was. She would follow him anywhere. Just not here. Bella sighed ruggedly. Her head turned when the door creaked open. Though fearful, she rose from her bed and hugged her robe around her body in a deathgrip.

She stepped back upon realizing it was Lord Cullen. In spite of the dread clenching her stomach, she found him beautiful. Bella curtsied. "It's the dead of the night, my Lord. Has there any news of Edward returning?"

"My son has not returned and will not be returning until tomorrow."

She could not help but cry, "Why has he left me here?"

Lord Carlisle sat in one of the chairs, assuming a serious expression. "Edward has left for things I have discussed with him. He is still young in this new life. His control for blood is inadequate. When I sent him to London to sharpen his resistance, I did not foresee that he would be bringing a human wife."

"You have forced him to." Bella said blandly.

"I suggested that he re-consider the decisions he made over the past few months." He corrected her. "I do not agree with this marriage. It was reckless of him."

Bella's eyes pricked hotly. His eyes seemed to soften. "It does not mean I do not approve of you. You are a beautiful young woman, Isabella. In different circumstances, I would have been glad to meet you." He shook his head. "But … what's done is done. You are a Cullen. I can only welcome you into the family."

She nodded distantly. "Thank you." She muttered in hesitation.

"The fact remains, however, that Edward will tear you apart in the middle of your consummation."

"I can wait." She said defiantly.

"How brave." He chuckled. "But a vampire's control is not developed adequately over the span of a human lifetime. An eternity isn't even enough to defy the temptation of human blood. You cannot simply wait. "

"Then I shall be turned." She followed with a weak resolve. "I offer my soul to him."

"Is that what you really want?" Lord Carlisle challenged.

No, her mind protested. She wanted to make love as she was. To feel the warmth and exhaustion seep through her bones. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of mulling over the option of making love as something other than human.

"Then," she looked away. "We shall never be husband and wife."

"That is why I am here." Lord Carlisle rose from his seat. "I claim droit du seigneur by right as head of this coven."

She stiffened. Droit du seigneur. An alleged right by a lord to have sexual intercourse with one of his subject's brides. Bella stumbled backwards, the back of her knee hitting something. She was saved before her body hit the floor, a pair of arms spooning her. She gaped at Lord Carlisle whose eyes had darkened.

It was almost playing like her dream earlier. His right to take the first night.

"For tonight, you shall be my wife and I your husband." His words were like a caress as the gap lessened.

"I…" Bella felt dazed by his scent and beauty, a feeling similar to whenever Edward gazed and spoke to her. Dazzled , Lord Carlisle's voice entered her mind. "I cannot… I cannot do that to Edward. That is dishonorable."

"He has permitted me to claim my right. Edward is regretful that he cannot make love to you." Lord Carlisle let her go, turning away as he sat back. Bella felt righteous anger boil in her blood. "I shall be in his stead."

"He's given me away?" She asked, incredulous. "To lay with his father?" She started to giggle at the bizarreness of the situation. Bella wheezed while she recalled her wedding earlier, surrounded by her friends and family. How Edward looked at her with dark eyes. She had looked forward to their wedding night with great apprehension. It seemed like a distant memory even though it was only hours ago.

Had she known Edward was looking at her as food and not as a wife, she would not have … Bella bit her tongue to stop her laughter. Perhaps, she had finally lost her mind. It's not everyday that one's husband introduced his wife to his father so they could be bedded.

"I would have appreciated that he came to me to talk of this before he left me alone here, my Lord." She said as she calmed down.

"Edward is young." Lord Carlisle answered, looking at her oddly after her fit of laughter. "He is a victim by indecisions and his own instinct. It's not your fault. He is still learning though," his voice trailed off. "I am worried about his control."

Bella twisted her hands. "How good is his control for … blood?" She blanched. She was surprised by her reaction to all this. A sane, normal human woman would have been screaming and running for dear life. She was uncertain of the kind of response she'd receive if she did go running and screaming. But again, people did often think her a bit strange.

Once when she was a child of nine or ten, she had a fever that almost took her, a physician from London attended her. She could vaguely remember the details of her illness but she could recall his soothing voice, the sensation of suction in her wrists. A memory long forgotten and buried in her mind. Bella touched the scar on her wrist out of compulsion. Since then, she seemed to be too pale, too stiff, and even deemed creepy by some older children.

"Awful." Lord Carlisle admitted. "But I am proud of him for maintaining our diet. He struggles with animal blood. He does not like it but it hurts him more to think of hurting a human."

That made her smile.

"And yours, my Lord?"

He appeared to be surprised. His lips curled into a half-smile. "I have had a hundred and ninety two years of enduring it. My control is better than most."

192 years, she thought with a wide-eyed blink.

Bella regarded the man before her.

"Have you a wife, my Lord? Edward never told me about his mother. Only you and his siblings he spoke of fondly."

Lord Carlisle's smile was kind. "I am only Edward's father because I am his sire. I turned him and he joined my coven. As for his mother, there is none."

"Oh." Bella nodded. Of course, it made sense. He looked too young to father a man who looked close to be his age. It was strange to hear Edward call this man father. "Why,..." She bit her lip. "why did you agree to droit de seigneur ?" She blushed heavily.

"Agree?" He tilted his head. "I did not agree, my dear. I demanded it of him."

"What?"

Lord Carlisle rose from his seat, walking across to stand in front of her. Bella was frozen as he held her chin in his fingers . She could hear her own heart pound in her ears.

"Mia Bella, as the head of the coven you are now a part of, I demand my right to claim you." Bella's breathing stuttered. Her head swam and she knew … she recognized the dazzle he warned her of. She fancied herself half-in love with this man already and she met him only just three hours ago. Edward … her husband had tricked her. Duped her into thinking she was in love and whisked her away. She was deluded that it was love.

She was not so fortunate after all.

Furious and heartbroken as she was, Bella gazed into the eyes of the man her husband called father. Her pale, shaking hands, in spite of the protests of her nerves, climbed to his chest, fingers slithering up to settle on his shoulders.

"Will you dazzle me too?" She whispered.

He let out a shaky breath, his own gaze wide and stunned.

"No." He answered, voice faltering. "Never again."

Her hands moved to interperse behind his nape. His own wrapped around her hips, gathering her in an embrace. Edward had never dared to touch her like this. "Are these feelings I feel in my heart artless, my Lord? I am afraid."

"They are real and only yours, mia Bella. " He whispered.

She looked up at him calmly, lust carefully hidden in her eyes. "I accept your right, Lord Carlisle." She pulled his head down for a kiss, reminiscent of how her marriage was sealed so easily. The vampire tilted his head to deepen the kiss. She parted from him for a moment to mutter through the dance of their lips, "claim me."

Her murmur of assent was not a greater sin compared to Edward's deceit.

Lord Carlisle detached himself from their kiss to let her breathe. He kissed his way down to her jaw, and neck, down to her clavicle, sharp teeth grazing her soft skin. Bella wound her fingers on his blond hair, pulling it as her lungs recovered. She let his hands wander her body, flushing deep red as he squeezed her derrìere.

She pulled him back to kiss her again. Bella did not expect the delicious sensation of this stranger's lips and tongue on her. Lord Carlisle lifted her effortlessly, winding her thighs for him to accommodate. His hands enveloped underneath her securely, depositing her into the lush bed. He covered her body with his. He wasted no time trailing wet, sensuous kisses on every inch of her skin as she moaned softly.

"I want to lick you all over, my sweet." Lord Carlisle whispered. He used his sharp teeth to remove the straps of her flimsy nightgown. Her breasts were bared to him. He kissed the round flesh, sucking her teats to his mouth in reverence.

Bella whimpered, twisting and putty under him. "My Lord, I-"

It was her dream all over again.

"Thy body is a work of God, mia Bella ." He moaned as he kissed her soft, flat stomach. His hands remained to fondle her breasts. The blush on her face was high but the ecstasy on her face was apparent. "I plan to pay my worship to it however you permit me."

She was enjoying this … despite her initial reservations.

"Yes…" she hissed, her mouth hanging agape as his mouth reached to lick her core. Her hands threaded his golden hair, yanking it. He paid no mind to her forceful pulling, making no signs he was pained. "My Lord,.. y-you need not do that."

She arched her body at his continued licking. His palm flat on her stomach as she writhed. Bella screamed as he sucked her pearl, eyes rolling the back of her head. Lord Carlisle licked his lips as he returned to level her body with his. She captured his lips in thanks, uncaring of her taste. The beautiful man tangled his tongue with hers, his hips rolling against her wetness.

"Call me Carlisle, my sweet."

She traced his lips with her tongue. "Carlisle,... my Lord Carlisle … that was …" she blinked in bemused satisfaction. "you have a talented tongue."

His lips curled and he kissed her. "I am glad you enjoyed it."

"Will you take me now?"

Bella's question was left unanswered as leaned back to lift her long leg, placing it on his shoulder as he smiled. His hand reached for her hand and he intertwined it just as he connected his hips to hers. Bella cried out and clenched his hand. She moaned at the sensation of his pelvis flushed between her legs, his throbbing length thick inside of her. Tears slid down her temples at the gloriousness of it all.

"My L— Carlisle , please move." She whimpered, rolling her hips. "Do not be gentle, I beg of you."

Lord Carlisle's dark eyes rolled to the back of his head as she continued to move her hips. His control was held by a very thin thread at the moment. Bella's tightness was pure heaven. Her folds clung to his length that made venom pool in his teeth.

When he started moving, both of them gasped. Her gorgeous brown eyes sought his golden ones, holding his reverent gaze as he thrusted in and out of her. Bella clenched the blanket under her as she moaned brokenly. Her long , mahogany hair stuck to her face and down her back from exertion. The vampire kissed her ankle, his other hand occupied with her breasts, moving the pads of his thumbs over her nipples.

"Beautiful…" he hissed. "Tell me that you feel it too, Isabella."

"Yes-" she nodded frantically.

" My mate ." Carlisle began to pound frantically. Bella's hand on the sheets dug further, her nails sinking into the fabric as she cried. This vampire … this beautiful stranger who was taking her like an animal — Gods, how she loved him. She adored his beauty, his truth, the way his body fitted with hers.

"So good." She babbled deliriously.

Edward would already be at the back of her mind by the time this affair ended.

The coil in her stomach unfurled and she moaned in ecstasy, pulling down Carlisle for a kiss. He continued to push his hips into her, prolonging her pleasure. He locked his pelvis as he released, wrenching his mouth from hers forcefully. He bit the pillow beside her head. His hips moved in a staccato as he came to a stop.

They stayed connected for a while. Bella panted heavily, her eyes closed. It took her ten minutes to recover. And another set of minutes to realize what she had done. And yet the regret was missing. She briefly recalled Edward and the distant memory of him and her wedding.

She was broken from her dazzled state and now what she felt for him seemed to be a mere phantasm, a thing crafted from a fantasy by a stranger she called her husband. And then there was another beautiful stranger whom she gave herself to. It was scandalous behavior — one expected from a harlot. But well, this was a vampire. She had often attracted such oddities. It was something she should be used to by now.

"Is it always like that, my Lord?" She asked once she finally caught her breath.

"Was it satisfactory?"

She blushed as she recalled her wantonness. "You were wonderful." She bit her lip. "I … I must thank you. This was a wonderful wedding night, truly but I realize it to be a waste."

"A waste?"

She sat up and clutched the sheets close to cover her nudity. Her gaze locked onto Carlisle. "A waste as I no longer want my husband." Her voice was hushed. "This morning … I had been more than happy to marry him. I recited my vows like I was the happiest bride in all of England. I cried and laughed. He was perfect. And all of a sudden he was not and I was simply in a trance."

Lord Carlisle stared at her before he turned away and nodded. "We can obtain an annulment from the Parliament." He rose from the bed, walking naked as he picked up his trousers. Bella buried herself under the covers. "And then we marry."

"What?"

He took her hands in his, looking into her eyes. His eyes remained dark, hungry.

"My Lord-"

"Carlisle."

"Carlisle," Bella repeated, gaze shy. "That is honorable and all but my family believes I am married to your son. Not you. It would be a scandal. I cannot put my parents in such a spot."

"Then," he threw his nightshirt on unceremoniously. "what do you suggest?"

"I-" she opened and shut her mouth, blushing. "I do not know."

"I can turn you." The vampire crossed his arms as he leaned over the wall beside her canopy bed. "Stage an accident where you perish. Your marriage shall be annulled then as death do you apart."

"My Lord?" She asked incredulously.

"A mere jest, mia Bella."

"Well," she tucked the blankets in her armpit as she made herself comfortable sitting without compromising her nudity. Carlisle watched her in fascination. "The Parliament sounds safer. However," her voice dropped. "I would like to be with you as well." Her cheeks flamed. "You are a stranger to me but you have touched my body and spoken to my soul. You have earned the merit to be called my lover."

An angelic smile curled in his lips. "Thank you." He appeared to perk up, brows rising. He moved from the wall. "The rest of my family have returned from hunting it seems. I'll send a servant right away to attend to you, Isabella." He bent down to capture her lips and tangled his hand through her hair. Bella's eyelids fluttered. "You shall be introduced."