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Edward is a killer of killers, but that doesn't make him a good guy. He doesn't need a human girl to lure his rapist prey - but Bella doesn't need to know that. Warning: contains a rape theme no rape depicted . EPOV, AU - my Bella & Edward are bad.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Crime - Edward & Bella - Chapters: 3 - Words: 7,063 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 38 - Follows: 44 - Updated: 05-09-13 - Published: 05-12-12 - id: 8108694
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Summary: Edward is a killer of killers, but that doesn't make him a good guy. He doesn't need a human girl to lure his rapist prey- but Bella doesn't need to know that. Warning: contains a rape theme (no rape depicted, though). Alternate Universe, Bella & Edward are bad. EPOV. Might write more of these, I haven't decided.
'Edward Cullen,' 'Bella Swan' and the concept of 'sparkly vampires' are copyright Stephenie Meyer, I do not own these characters/ideas.
As the loud click-clack of her high heels running through the alley drew nearer, I could sense her frantic heart racing. Bella knew she couldn't scream. She turned toward the beacon of light in the distance, a fluourescent light fixture on the side of one of the old brick buildings. A dead end. I watched as she panicked and tripped over something, losing one of her shoes. The one who had been following her caught up with and overpowered her, grabbing her neck from behind and shoving her face into the brick wall. "You're mine now, bitch," he breathed into her ear with his filthy, drunken, salivating mouth, pinning her against the wall with his heavyset frame, his right hand around her neck almost strangling her, his left struggling to remove her dress.
The monster in me was ready to come out and play.
My teeth went through his throat, meeting no resistance. I tore through the tender flesh with a pleasant and familiar squish sound, and then- bliss. Relief as I savored fresh warm human blood for the first time in a week. A few seconds later the hand around her throat went limp as the man's body slumped forward onto her, pinning her against the wall. "What the fuck?" she said in a voice full of anger and revulsion, turning to push the disgusting man's corpse away from her. "It took you long enough, Edward. That asshole could have killed me," she scowled, rubbing her bruised neck and adjusting her clothes. I swallowed the last drop of blood in his body, savoring the taste for a moment. Bella knew it wasn't true, though. I would never let that happen. "I just wanted to give you a little scare. Look at the company you keep, you need one," I laughed, handing her the lost shoe. The anger melted away from her face as I caught her admiring me. She loved the way I looked after a fresh kill. I saw my reflection in her thoughts, my wild crimson eyes full of vitality, lips stained with fresh human blood. In her mind, I was never more beautiful than in the moments after. I flung the dead man to the ground, kicking the bloodless cadaver out of the way and into a trash pile.
You're so beautiful.
"I'm beautiful, huh?" I said. Bella was used to the fact that I could read her mind and she barely had to say a word. Her thoughts tended to be impure - generally and about me especially. She caressed my face tenderly, while licking the little trail of blood from the corner of my mouth. The feeling of her warmth on my stone skin was still shockingly pleasurable after all this time. "Mmm, tastes so good, doesn't it?" she said between kissing my bloodstained lips. Isabella Swan was the most unusual human I'd ever come across. There was nothing outwardly remarkable about her, just an ordinary girl. Pretty, sure, but not extraordinarily so. What shocked me about her was her mind- it was almost every bit as sick and twisted as my own. Almost. No human could hope to match me in that department, though a few of my prey came close to it.
"I hope for your sake he wasn't diseased," I joked.
"Like it matters," Bella laughed sarcastically, thinking yet again of my half-hearted promise to make her into one of my kind. I rolled my eyes slightly at the thought. It would be nice to have a permanent companion, but I'm not sure she's the one. In fact, I was a little frightened by the idea. I hunted out of necessity, while she was here for "fun."
She shrugged off her jacket as I reached under her dress, caressing her thigh, moving higher. Her steamy warmth aroused me. I could feel her heat bounce off of me. I pressed my growing erection against her, my body colder than the fresh corpse on the ground. A normal person would be repulsed by it, but she was not normal. Her deep chocolate brown eyes narrowed and filled with lust. She loved my coldness. It was the strangest thing. My smooth, marble alienness was erotic, as was the way my touch seemed to singe her, hot and cold like burning frostbite. There I was in her mind, the very definition of pleasure mixed with pain. Odd girl, indeed.
We were both very aware of how unnatural and odd our relationship was. I didn't need her to lure anyone to their death. I could hunt very well on my own, perhaps even more efficiently. I could pick off rapists and killers well enough, as I had been doing so for decades. I was an expert. But she didn't need to know that, not when I got what I wanted from her. Before you think ill of me for that, I should say a word or two about my kind and why I felt this arrangement was necessary. You see, when my kind hunt normally, we use our sex appeal to lure our prey to us. Sexual release and food go hand in hand. Hunting and sex is inextricably linked, down to our very DNA. My prey, however, was not the type I would ever have sex with. Disgusting losers, hideous beasts, revolting in every way possible - and male at that. Not that I'd never done so out of curiousity, mind you, but these men were definitely not my type. My kill mode and sex mode engaged simultaneously, like switches next to one another flipped at the same time. If I didn't satisfy my physical sexual needs immediately after satisfying my hunger, I feared I might do something drastic. I feared I might do what my prey had done, and drag some helpless woman off the street to defile her. In all my evil, that wasn't something I wanted to do. Besides, I wasn't interested in taking unnecessary risks, and I'd much prefer my victims be predators themselves. There's something in their blood that satisfies me, as though when I consumed the monster in them I made myself an even stronger monster. Illogical perhaps, but it had a psychological effect on me regardless. So this arrangement I had with the girl was a perfect fit. In some way, I also liked having at least one person I could share my hunting with, an eager audience of one. I knew from her thoughts that she loved the thrill of it. She loved to watch me hunt and kill and loved what came after almost as much as I did. Bella couldn't possibly need it as badly as I.
As much as we enjoyed one another, it surely wasn't love keeping us together. Just desire, need.
"Stop fucking teasing me," she said, reaching for the bulge in my pants. "You know what I want." Adrenaline wasn't the only thing she was addicted to. I backed her up against the dumpster and grabbed a fistful of her long dark hair. "I'm gonna fuck you harder than that maggot-dick could ever dream," I threatened, ripping her soaked panties off easily. I could feel her heart racing as my smooth long fingers drifted softly over her slippery wet spot, barely touching her. Oh how I loved to tease her, make her beg for it. She hitched her right leg around me, desperately attempting to grind down on my hand.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Not until you tell me how bad you want me," I teased.
I mean it. Stop playing around. Fuck me. You can't fool me, I know you want it even more than I do.
Oh, but I could fool her easily and did on a regular basis. But she was right about one thing: she could never need sex as much as I did. There was always a worse danger than not arriving quickly enough to stop the would-be rapist. The real danger was myself. Watching me kill was one thing, but that was her real kink. She knew on some level that I constantly fought back the primal urge to kill her and it excited her more than anything else possibly could. I wondered how much she realized this though. Did she realize how close I had come to ending her so many times? I tugged on her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. The tempting blue veins stood out against her pale, translucent white flesh, glowing under the flickering alley lights. I breathed in her delectable scent, licking her neck and searing her skin with the venom in my mouth. The scent of the blood in her veins pulsing just inches away from my face mixed with the scent of her hot, dripping lust, driving me mad. I shouldn't tempt myself like this. Why must I torment myself further? I should be quick about it. I wasn't exactly hungry after draining the fat rapist who now lay in a crumpled pile, but I could always go for seconds. And her blood was far more appetizing to me. I grabbed her neck, holding her against the wall not unlike my victim had been doing just moments ago.
"You know," I whispered, "I would give anything... to sink my fucking teeth into you right now."
Her heartbeat picked up. I heard her blood pulsing just inches from my face, her pulse a heavy drumbeat ringing in my ears. She moaned. "Oh, Edward..."
She thought I was just playing with her! Silly human. If she only knew.
Bella unbuttoned my pants as I kissed her hard and tried to push the thought of killing her out of the forefront my mind, while still letting it linger somewhere in my subconscious. I'd be lying if I said the monster in me wasn't extremely aroused by the thought. She thought I tasted good, the venom was cold and sweet. I pushed my pants down around my thighs and she quickly yanked at my underwear. I was so fucking hard, almost as though she could breathe in the general direction of my cock and make me cum. That was the only bad thing about these passionate encounters- just how quickly they were over. She overwhelmed me every time. Even so, I was her perfect lover, always knowing exactly what she wanted. She liked it hard and fast, and I was always happy to oblige.
Taste me, baby. Taste how fucking wet I am for you.
Was she insane? She wanted a vampire to eat her pussy? I started thinking about it and got even more turned on. I wondered how would it feel to bite her there, right while she was cumming for me. She slowly rubbed my cock, glistening marble in her warm hands. Fuck that felt good. What she lacked in strength she made up for in temperature. I grabbed my cock and teased her clit with the tip.
"Don't you want this instead?" I asked, smiling crookedly. She moaned.
Yes. But lick me first. Tongue me fast, I want my cum in your mouth.
"Isabella," I said, teasing her. "You really do have a deathwish."
I lifted her up, bracing her back against the dumpster, her legs spread over my shoulders. Holding her with my left hand and my right hand on my cock. Her scent was thick in the air and she was dripping wet. I teased her clit with my tongue. She was salty, juicy, and hot as I explored her. Fuck. Why hadn't we done this before? She moaned as I flicked my tongue against her clit faster and faster. She tasted so good. I thought again about how sweet it would be to bite into her sweetest, most sensitive spot, drinking her blood and her cum as she screamed. I felt the monster in me starting to win, wanting to do just that. But she started twisting her little hands in my hair, she rocked back and forth, her legs twitching uncontrollably. I snapped out of my monsterous trance when two voices hit me simultaneously, her thoughts and her words echoing.
Oh Edward! Make me cum! Don't stop!
Oh Edward! Make me cum! Don't stop!
Too bad. I didn't want her to cum yet. Did she forget? This was about me. I grabbed her down from the dumpster and thrust her hot pussy down on my cock. I felt a deep, hissing moan escape my lips. Fuck. Why did she have to feel so good? She wrapped her legs around my waist and I continued thrusting her up and down, lifting her small body easily with one hand. I rubbed her breasts, her pert nipples stiffening at my cold touch. I pulled her hair back and kissed her hard, her lips, her neck. God, her neck. I started tempting myself all over again, licking it, admiring the tangled pattern of blue veins under pale flesh. I grabbed her throat, careful not to crush her completely and growled at her.
"Look what you're doing to me, Bella!" I snarled. "You keep doing it!"
Oh Edward... What?
I tightened my grip. "You're tempting me. I want to fucking eat you."
I saw my reflection in her thoughts. My angry red eyes piercing her. I felt the sting of pain she felt, her pulse beating wildly. She was scared of me, finally. So scared, and so turned on. And it made me want to cum inside of her right then and there. She moaned uncontrollably. Moaned my name. I could feel her whole body tensing up, her pussy tightening even more around my cock, slick and dripping. I thrust faster and harder into her, making her cum, convulsing and pulsating around me. She screamed out my name but I covered her mouth with my hand, her moans muffled, her eyes closed in ecstasy. I felt myself get close, my body tightening. I started feeling the warmth spread out from my cock throughout my body, up and down my spine. It was the only time I could feel warmth inside, and it felt incredible. I almost felt alive again. I moaned deeply as my orgasm hit me like a rolling wave, crashing down upon me as my dick pumped lukewarm venom inside her. It was unreal how much came out of me, until I filled her completely. I felt it drip out of her and roll down my leg. I stayed inside of her for a moment, not wanting this moment of bliss to end even though it already had. I finally pulled out. Bella was exhausted and barely able to move her legs, while I only felt an extreme sense of relief throughout my being. I was fully satisfied- for now.
We pulled our clothes back on, unsure of what to say. It was always a little awkward between us once the desire was satiated, once the tension was gone. Even in her exhaustion, she had only one thought on her mind.
When? When, Edward?
She kept begging me to change her. Bella wanted to kill with me, to experience my heightened senses, to feel what I felt when I watched the life go out of a human monster's eyes. She wanted to be a monster, too. But the truth was, I liked her like this way too much. It was sick and wrong, but I didn't care. I liked her being a fragile human with a hot body. I loved being in control of her. I loved the temptation and the torture of being so close to her. With her I was always on the edge. I was truly as addicted to the rush and the danger of our situation as she was.
"When are you gonna change me, baby? You know I want to do what you do," she complained.
I knew. I knew all about her fantasies. Did I want a hunting partner? Did I need one? I picked up the rapist's pale, blood drained corpse like a ragdoll and slung it over my shoulder. "Not tonight," I said, flinging the body into the dumpster. "But soon." I smiled to myself, unsure if I was really going to keep my promise or finally let the monster in me have his way.