A/N: Edward is an absolute asshole. He has his moments of empathy and then it's quickly washed away when Bella does well anything at this point lol. I promise the soft side of him will eventually come through more heavily. Give my boy some time!

It's going on day 3 of Bella being in that closet. I'm at war with myself whether I'm doing it to punish her for smacking me or because I'm struggling with my reasonings for keeping her. The logical part of my brain thinks it's useless to keep her. Feed her and dump her like you do all the rest. But there's this nagging feeling I have never felt before. I can't explain it but it pushes me to keep her. The thought of not having her around, not tasting her, it drives me mad.

"Edward please let me out." She rasps.

"Why should I? That's twice you've smacked me across the face Isabella. I've been too kind. You've taken advantage of it. I should leave you in there until you take your last breath." I chuckle darkly.

Her soft cries are all I get back. I huff as I yank the door open. She looks a mess. Her hair is knotted and in disarray. Those full lips cracked and dry from days without water. Her clothes stained in sweat and soiled. The smell of her blood hits my nostrils. I look at the door to see she where tried clawing her way out to no avail.

Not for the first time do I wonder what's going through her silent mind. Then I think to myself that it might be a blessing in disguise that her thoughts are out of my reach.

"Can you walk?"

She just continues to cry. I quietly scoop her up, dumping her in the bathroom. Her eyes blink slowly adjusting to light after being locked in a dark room for so long.

"Shower." It's a demand.

I leave her then, waiting just outside the bathroom door. I hear her sniffles as she cleans herself. If she didn't bring this upon herself I might have felt guilty. The constant testing of my patience will only result in her getting hurt further.

"Done?" I'm in the bathroom the minute the water shuts off.

She bows her head, not replying. My eyes darken as I drink her in. She didn't even bother to cover up. My gaze follows a water droplet as it rolls down in between her breast, over her navel, and finds home in the sparse hair right above her-

"I'm cold." She whispers.

My eyes snap back upwards as I hand her a warm towel. She covers herself up, shaking.

"There's warm clothes on the counter. I'll turn the heater on for you. And there's a lasagna warming in the over. You should eat."

I say nothing else, busying myself getting her food ready. I'm about to enter very dangerous territory.

"You're lucky it just finished." I say as I hear her soft steps.

No response. That's to be expected. I kept her locked in a closet like a fucking prisoner for 3 days. I turn to look at her and she's hunched in on herself.

"Are you hungry?" My voice is soft.

"I can eat. I don't remember the last time I did."

I flinch but her words are flat. There's no malice behind them. I feel like shit and I can't understand why.

"I'm-"

"Don't you dare apologize to me. You're not sorry." She hisses, fury in those chocolate pools.

I sigh, sliding the plate towards her. She takes it quickly, scarfing the lasagna down. I lean towards her, studying her features. She looks much better now. I should be more careful with her. Humans are fragile and I won't be able to feed if she's not in perfect condition.

"What are you looking at?"

"You." I hum simply.

Her features twist in confusion. "Umm why?"

"Has anyone told you that you're attractive? I've never had a woman before, but I guess I'm glad it's you."

Her fork clanks down on her plate. I gaze up at her face, trying to decipher her expression.

"You disgust me." She breathes haggardly.

"Join the club sweetheart. You're not the first and certainly won't be the last to be repulsed by me. I think I'll live." I deadpan.

"Why can't you just let me go? I'm sure my father is out there looking for me. I want to go home." She mumbles petulantly.

I lean close to her, twirling her long strands with my fingers. "I already told you that you belong to me. Mine to do with as I wish. Do you understand?" My tone is smooth, seductive.

Her eyes dilate as she stares up at me. She parts her lips, her sweet breath intoxicating me. I knot my fingers into the back of her head pulling her face closer.

"I can't stay away from you. I don't want to. You drive me crazy, overwhelm my senses. It's taking everything in me to not have you in every way I can take you." I groan, our lips brushing together.

Instantly she recoils from me. I let her, knowing that if I didn't allow myself some space I might lose control.

"I… I need to go upstairs." She yelps.

I tilt my head at her. I open my mouth to say something snarky but the scent of her arousal hits me like a freight train; musky and potent. I clench my jaw, my teeth grinding together as she flees.

I run outside. I need fresh air and I need it now. The smell of her is embedded in every fiber of that house. I stand outside until the cloud of lust goes away, taking my aching erection away with it. What the fuck is happening to me.

Poor Bella and poor Edward. Both of them dealing with feelings they've never felt before (in Edward's case he's never felt these feelings for a human)

This Edward is definitely not the virginal vamp we're used to I'll tell you that much o.o