|La Bella Addormentata
Author: einfach mich PM
Bella gets a new job with a strange twist. Edward is a vampire with a very particular fetish. AU, OOC, Dark fun. Halloween Treat.Rated: Fiction M - English - Mystery - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 6 - Words: 10,241 - Reviews: 195 - Favs: 184 - Follows: 118 - Updated: 11-05-11 - Published: 10-31-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7513116
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Summary: Bella gets a new job with a strange twist. Edward is a vampire with a very particular fetish. AU, OOC, Dark fun. Halloween Treat.
Warning: This fic was written with the intention to explore my own person boundaries around dubious consent and sex work. There will also be a bit of sexualize drinking of blood. If either of these things make you squeamish stop reading now.
Author's Note: Thanks to Jessypt for being my go-to beta.
"Do you have any questions?" Gianna gave her a warm smile. Her eyes were bright and inviting.
"No," Bella replied with a shake of her head.
"Good. Then shall we begin?" Gianna stood up and led Bella out of her plush office.
The sound of Gianna's heels echoed through the hallways around them. Bella scanned her surroundings with a curious gaze. The smooth, cream colored wall paper looked like it would be soft to the touch. Bella's hands clenched at the thought as she turned to focus her attention on Gianna's back.
They came to a stop before a intricately carved wood door. The design looked like a scene out of a storybook; twisting vines lined the borders, and a female figure lay upon a dais in the center, a single rose clutched between her fingers. Before Bella could see any other details Gianna unlocked the door and pushed it open.
"Everything you will require is laid out for you," Gianna said, walking into the room and turning to face Bella. "You will bathe, change into the dressing gown, and take your sedative. When you lay in the bed be sure to fan your hair out across the pillow."
"Okay," Bella spoke in a small voice, reality suddenly weighing down on her chest.
Gianna glanced at her wrist watch and clapped her hand together. "Well, best get started. We do not want to keep the client waiting."
Bella watched her leave, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
"Good evening, Mr. Cullen," Gianna said, widely opening the door to the mansion.
"Where is she?" Edward walked past her, removing his coat and holding it out for her to take from his hand.
"She is awaiting you in the room," she said, taking the coat and watching while he hurried up the stairs.
"Good," Edward mumbled too quietly for her to hear.
"I'll let Master Aro know you are here," she called after him.
"Tell him what you wish, but leave me in peace until I call," Edward called back to her before disappearing down the hallway.
He stood outside the door, hand pressed against the cool wood, and drank in the air. The scent was intoxicating. Aro had been right; it was truly unlike anything he'd ever smelled, and he had not even made it into the same room. He pressed his teeth into his bottom lip, fighting the urge to smash the door into splinters to reach the sweet, seductive blood that lay within.
The struggle was hard-fought, but he mastered his will eventually and carefully opened the door. He paused on the threshhold, catching sight of the human woman resting in what could have been mistaken as slumber. Edward frowned, immediately seeing Aro's mocking gesture in the setting of this scene.
It was not surprising to know that the leader of the Volturi would know of Edward's fascination with watching sleeping women. After all, his maker had returned to join their ranks not too long after breaking ties with Edward completely. Carlisle had never approved of Edward's indulgences. Too often they spiraled downward, leaving Edward with a conspicuous mess to cover up, but that was long ago.
Over eighty years had past, and Edward had eventually gained a measure of control, compartmentalizing his desires into more manageable components. It was simple, practical technique that enabled Edward to quickly becomes his creators equal in controlling his thirst for human blood, with one exception.
Edward had one more obstacle to face, before he could achieve the state of perfection he so deeply desired. La tua cantante. To face his singer would be Edward's final triumph. It mattered little that he would be indebted to the Volturi for searching out and finding his singer. If he could pass this last test he would be perfect.
He smiled at the thought, stepped into the room and closed the doors behind him.
to be continued...