And this time, we're gonna get funky... Everybody clap their hands! Clap-clap... No?... Nobody? *Clears throat* Anyways... (I don't own Twilight)
The house was unnervingly quiet, a stillness that seemed to hang in the air. I lay in bed, waiting for Edward to join me after he'd finished discarding my snacks. My eyes remained fixed on the doorway, my nerves growing with each passing second as I expected him to walk through. Time passed and still no sign of him.
"Edward?" I called, my voice trembling slightly, betraying the anxiety building inside me.
The silence swallowed my words, amplifying the unease in my chest.
Had I gone too far?
I couldn't shake the thought. My heart quickened as I reached for the bedside lamp, flipping it on. Slowly, I rose and made my way toward the door.
I was halfway there when the lamp flickered and died. I spun around, my pulse racing, expecting to find him standing behind me. But there was nothing. The room was swallowed by shadows, the only light was the pale moonlight filtering through the windows, casting unnerving shapes on the walls. I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling myself it was just a bad bulb. I carefully made my way to the wall, my steps cautious in the oppressive darkness, and reached for the light switch. Nothing…
The room remained cloaked in shadows. I tried again, flipping the switch several more times, hoping it was just a glitch.
Edward?" I called out again, my voice firmer this time, though it carried a tremor of unease. Coldness began to creep up my spine.
Where was he? Why wasn't he answering?
The silence felt suffocating. My mind raced. I decided to leave the room, heading toward the living room in search of him, hoping to find the breaker along the way. He was still upset from my teasing during the movie, but surely, he couldn't be angry enough to just avoid me, could he?
A pang of regret gnawed at me. Maybe Alice had been wrong, maybe I'd pushed him too far, and now he wanted nothing to do with me. Had I made a mistake?
I moved into the hallway, feeling the walls for support as they directed me to the living room. Just then, I heard a faint rustling. It was a soft sound, almost imperceptible. I spun around, trying to pinpoint the source, but the shadows seemed to writhe and twist, making it impossible to see anything without the moonlight from the bedroom. I felt a dejavu creeping in my mind.
"So funny Edward" I said again, my voice trembling now. "This isn't the time to be playing the Vampire Slasher."
My voice seemed to bounce off the walls, the sound hollow and distant, as if I were speaking to myself. I fumbled with the light switch my hand brushed on the wall in the hallway, but still, nothing happened. When I finally reached the living room, the shadows clung to every corner, mirroring the moonlight darkness of the bedroom. It felt as if the entire house had swallowed the light whole.
A deeper rustle came from the corner of the room, and I turned, squinting into the darkness. Something moved, but I couldn't quite make it out. My heart raced as I took a cautious step forward, the floor creaking under my weight.
"Edward?" I called with more desperation, feeling a lump form in my throat. As I blinked my eyes a few times, the figure disappeared. My annoyance building as much as my fear.
"Stop playing these games, Edward." I murmured, my eyes darting around the room once more, searching for that elusive shadow.
Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze sweep across the back of my neck, raising the hairs on my skin.
"I thought you liked playing games, Bella?" His voice, low and velvety as he whispered from behind me.
Startled, I spun around in a panic, but there was no one there. My heart raced as my wide eyes scanned the room, desperate to catch even the smallest hint of his presence. The air felt thick with tension, and I could hear the rapid pounding of my pulse in my ears. His words lingered in the silence, filled with anger and dripping with sarcasm. I longed to reach out to him, to pull him into my arms and feel his presence close again. But the way he was reacting towards me, it overwhelmed me with a deep sense of sadness. I knew it was deserved but it still hurt, none the less.
I hated the way I handled this. I should have trusted my instincts instead of listening to Alice and just told him the truth. I pushed him to this point, testing his limits, even after he had opened up to me. What I've been doing to him is torture, and this is just his way of torturing me back…
I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, desperately trying to hold it all together. The words were clawing their way up my throat, threatening to break free. The pain in my voice was unmistakable as I spoke. "I need to tell you something..." My voice cracked, and I could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill. I kept waiting for him to emerge from wherever he was hiding, but the emptiness was all I faced. I pushed on, my words tumbling out, raw and trembling. "I know I've been acting distant since we got here… I should've just told you how I was feeling, but I was too scared of how you might react." My voice faltered, and I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself.
"Some time ago, you promised me that we would make love once we were married. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but now it feels as though it was all part of some transaction, like we both got what we wanted from it. But the truth is, I was so incredibly happy when you asked me to marry you. The day of our wedding was the happiest day of my life. I never stopped to consider what would come after."
The darkness still enveloped me as I spoke, each word hanging in the still air, heavy with unspoken truths.
Tears streamed down my face, and I wiped them away hastily, my voice breaking as I spoke.
"But when we got here, I saw the determination in your eyes, and I remembered our promise... and I was afraid. Afraid that you were only doing this because of that promise you made to me. I never wanted to pressure you into anything. I wanted you to want this as much as I do."
I took a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "I lied to you when I said I wanted to wait... I want you, so much. I've craved your touch since we got here."
I blinked rapidly, the tears slowly subsiding as I stared at the floor, trying to steady myself. "I understand if you want to wait..." I whispered, my words soft, but heavy. As I spoke, it felt like the weight of the truth was finally lifting off my chest.
I finally looked up, expecting some kind of response, but nothing came. The silence was thick around me, oppressive in its weight. I waited… My heart pounding, hoping for a single word from Edward. A drop of acknowledgment, a whisper of reassurance. But the quiet darkness remained, enveloping me in the cold room. Anxiety started to fill me, pulling at my insides with every second that ticked by.
"Edward?" I called out again, my voice barely registering as a breath. "Please… just say something." There was only the echo of my plea, swallowed by the shadows.
He left me here…
The panic started to build in my mind. I felt an urgency within me, a desperate need for him to respond. With each second that passed, my heart sank deeper, an ache blossoming in my chest as my arms clung tighter around me. I pressed on, fear coiled in my stomach, twisting and tightening. "I can't keep doing this, Edward. I need you. Please, please come back to me." My tone now raw and pleading.
"There you go begging again…" His voice echoed in the air, low and desperate.
Finally, the stillness shattered. Out of the murky darkness, his figure emerged, tall and imposing, but there was something different about him. He loomed over me with an intensity I hadn't felt before. A sense of power radiated from him, and the air thickened, charged with a dangerous energy.
He stepped further into the feeble moonlight, his expression hard and unreadable. "I'm disappointed, Bella." He said, his voice uncharacteristically low, almost guttural. Fear gripped me as he moved closer, his gaze fierce, wielding an intensity that made my breath hitch. "You think toying with me was the correct answer?" His voice was a growl now, deep and resonant, sending shivers down my spine.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat as he stalked toward me, an undeniable predator. The shadows around him seemed to pulse, the air crackling with his dark energy.
"I've waited," he continued, his eyes narrowing, glinting like sharp knives in the dim light. "I've held back my desires for you and allowed your indecision to shape our encounters." He took another step forward, and I instinctively backed away, fear thrumming through me as I realized just how fierce he could be. "That ends now."
In that moment, all the playful nuances of our relationship seemed to vanish, and in their place stood the stark reality of what he was. It was as if the very darkness I had invited in had turned against me, circling like a hungry wolf ready to pounce.
"Edward…" I began, my voice pleading, but he cut me off.
"Stop," he commanded, each word slicing through the tension between us. His voice darkened, a low growl fostering a burning need that sent more shivers racing down my spine. "You took matters into your own hands. You decided this without me. Assuming you were making the right decision. Haven't we walked this path before?" He took another predatory step closer, and I felt the full weight of his presence engulfing me.
"You want honesty? Fine. I'm done holding back. I'm done with this indecisiveness. You want to know what I want?" His eyes locked onto mine now, fierce and hungry, the predatory glint unmistakable.
"I want to fuck my wife till she regrets every moment she pushed me away."
My breath caught in my throat as I processed his words. The room felt electric, charged with the raw energy radiating from him. I realized that beneath the cloak of shadows lay a fierceness I had only begun to understand. He was dark, dominant, and lacked a lot more control than I thought. I have never heard Edward cuss before. It was the most scary yet erotic feeling I have ever encountered.
With a swift, fluid motion, he closed the distance between us, reaching forward and cupping my face in his cool, strong hands. His fingers brushed against my skin, sending waves of heat coursing through me despite the chill he exuded. My heart raced as uncertainty intertwined with excitement. This was not a game anymore. I could feel the weight of his words, the dark hunger that lay beneath his tender exterior, swelling toward the surface.
Despite the fear, the thrill of surrender to his darkness called to something deep inside. As I stared into his intense gaze, my heart pounded louder than ever, echoing the unspoken agreement between us.
"Please…" My voice soft, coming out in a soft whisper.
His face twisted into a soft wicked smile I had never seen before. Then before I could blink, I was swept away.
Talk about a cliff hanger. At least Bella was able to finally tell the truth for once... We'll see where that gets her.