NOTE: Scarier Edward is in bold, his most vampire self, and soft, true Edward will not be. Italics are for emphasis as usual regardless of who's speaking. For Edward, it denotes rumbles in his voice, growly. It's not a perfect science so notes on that can be accepted. Is it best left to the reader or is a bit of guidance alright?

Also, consent will be assumed or hinted at. But if certain scenarios are uncomfortable, this is kinda obviously a 'dark fantasy'. A guilty pleasure read.- It got a little descriptive at the end so this will now be marked as Mature Audience.

Previously...

"It'll be a miracle if anyone marries you." I said to myself as soon as we were out.

"I know. Get in the car." He waited until I got in. I didn't think he'd hear me, let alone agree. Then again, his parents were married and his siblings were together. He was the only one alone.

The Underground

Chapter 3

He drove deeper into the park which confused me, but it turned out the cabin-inn was a cabin rental place where each one sat in its own area, and they lay scattered around the park.

He pulled up to ours, a log cabin, built like a tiny home, with a large, blue lake next to it. It looked beautiful. With a few trees close to the cabin, the sun touched the soil a bit. I wondered if he'd be set on fire if he walked through that. But I wasn't sure I'd like to see that.

"Come on." He gruffed.

I got out of the car with a loud sigh. It felt good to stretch my legs but sleeping and being in the car for so long did some damage to my back. I watched him as we got closer to the patch of sunlight. It was quick, I almost missed it, but his skin glittered just like the water did under the sun.

"Keep walking." He said. I didn't even notice I stopped.

If he wasn't even human, then was my plan of running when I had the chance pointless?

When I opened the door, I caught a big whiff of wood smell and past fires in the fireplace. I've never been in a cabin before. It was just the bare necessities. A dinette, a small stove, a couch and I'm guessing just a bed in the room. I doubted there was much running water.

The door slammed shut making me jump. So did him, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face into my neck to get another 'fix'.

"Get off!" I tried to squirm out, my arms held underneath his, but I didn't budge.

"I've been so patient…finally!"

"NOOOO! Get! OFF! Gargh!" I screamed.

"Don't. Be. Difficult! I'm not going to hurt you!"

"I don't know you! I don't trust you!" Did he really think I'd take his word for it?

"Bella, STOP!" He roared. I froze.

"God damn it!" He suddenly 'disappeared'. Wind whipped around the room and then he was in front of me, tying up my hands.

"Because you're being difficult, I'm going to tie you up to keep you from going anywhere. It's your own damn fault. Now move it!"

He pushed me into the back room which was the bedroom like I thought and tossed me onto the bed.

"I know you don't trust me but you're going to have to," He said more softly, trying to make this easier for me.

He pulled my arms up to tie my hands to the headboard. From there I saw it was the curtains from the living room, torn and twisted.

Then the phone rang. My eyes lit up. He scoffed. With a hand over my mouth, he picked up the phone.

"He-" Immediately someone was yelling at him, someone that sounded a bit like him. The voice had a similar 'perfectness' to it.

"I haven't been answering my phone because I tossed it, Rosalie." He tossed it after all? When did this happen?

"She's fine Carlisle." He said more tensely. Almost slightly ashamed. Before he was just annoyed.

"Don't lecture me, I know what I'm doing. I just have- I only have this much control, not enough to-"

"I know."

"No. I'm not taking her back. Not now. Not ever." He corrected. Whereas he seemed unsure of what he was doing, this likely being his first kidnapping, he was certain of this.

"Catch me if you can." He said and hung up the phone. He disappeared again and was now tying my feet.

"That was your family?" I asked after a beat. I lied still, perhaps because there was a chance his family was looking for me.

"Yes."

"Are they…mad?"

"Worried." He answered. I was a little surprised. This was the first time he was ever willing to converse, the first time we had anything like a 'proper' conversation.

"Sounded like…he was worried about you…" I said gently.

"Don't even try, or I'll gag you."

"S-sorry. I'll be good…Charlie?"

"Fine. Worried, like a father should be. Heh, he's sure I'm the one who took you away and is ready to shoot me dead." He laughed.

"Can't he?" Would he reveal any vulnerabilities?

"Do you want him to?" He challenged, looking straight at me.

His voice was a little hard, but his face was so young and weathered. Tightening the makeshift rope around my ankles, it looked like he sat on that line, between the two 'personalities'. He was making a mistake. I almost pitied him. It wasn't too long ago that we were just high school students.

"…no…I don't want that to happen."

"Why wouldn't you?" He asked.

"Because…I'm just not like that. Did he say anything about my mom? She's a worry-wart and-"

"I don't know."

"…what did your family say?"

"It's none of your business. You're going to be fine," He added. That dominant voice dripped into his sincerity. He sat on the side of the bed and smoothed down my hair.

"I am sorry for doing this, but I really couldn't help it. Just like I can't right now…"

He was staring into me, the flecks of butterscotch in his otherwise dark eyes twinkling. I couldn't breathe. I've forgotten how.

"Be nice to me…"

When he started leaning in, getting closer, I closed my eyes and willed myself to stay still.

His upper body practically laid on top of me, but he kept most of the weight off, and he listened to my heart.

Boys always made me uncomfortable. I wasn't the prettiest. I was used to being ignored, so any small interaction made me shy. Kidnapper, or not. Human or not, he was still a boy, a man. A very handsome man with an amazing smell...

It was like a cool, sunny day in a meadow. Fresh, flowery, and comforting. My breaths were ragged, and stress sweat started to prickle my skin.

He ran the tip of his nose over my collarbone, his lips touching my skin every so often, till he reached the inside of my neck.

"Eegh…" I squeaked when he licked the skin there.

He moved his hands to put it under my neck and waist and lifted me closer to him. I finally understood what he was.

I fisted my hands tightly, nails digging into my palms which would hopefully distract me from the pain.

"Are you afraid?"

"Will it hurt?" I whispered. He said he wouldn't kill me and that he wanted to keep me around so I figured I had to be kept alive. Though how long I can last being a blood bank, I had no idea.

"Not for long." Then without warning, he bit into me.

I screamed but then a wave of pleasure and excitement washed through my body through my nerves; the areas in my body that were bundles of nerves sent it through my body again. It was unlike anything I ever felt. When I took care of myself it didn't feel quite like this.

What's happening-what is this?!

I felt like I was falling or floating, similar to when reaching a climax, and small clusters of muscles spasmed involuntarily. Breaths went in and out like ghosts, like breezes.

He caressed my neck lightly, tickling me. I couldn't describe this feeling. I wanted him to be closer, our breaths the same.

I rubbed my thighs together, wanting this sensation to be over but not wanting it to end at the same time. I moaned in irritation when he stopped. A part of me meant it and the other was glad I could be myself again. He licked the wound to seal it.

I opened my eyes to see him wide-eyed, a bit of blood trickling over the corner of his lip that he caught with his tongue. Maybe my expression was the same.

I couldn't help but stare at those eyes. They were dark but clearly a crimson red.

"…amazing…" He said.

That made me squirm in my bonds. My body was responding, calling for more. I wanted it to shut up but I wanted the same thing. His gaze fell to my chest, then down my body.

"Don't…" I mumbled. I wasn't myself. I wanted it to be my choice.

He pulled his hair, arching his back.

"It's different, very different. I don't know why..." He said quickly and left the room.

I looked at Robert Pattinson's pictures from when he played Cedric in HP for reference. He was about 19 years old and looked like such a baby! I imagined this is the Edward Bella saw, looks-wise. But a little gaunt so he's young but also looks older at times.