Bella shrugged Edwards hand from her shoulder as he pushed her out of the door. She couldn't believe she had fainted. And he had picked her up, again. At a few drops of blood! As they rounded into the car park she headed for her truck without a word.
"Wait!" Edward called.
Bella continued walking, her head held high in the air. She felt a strong grip on her wrist and was whirled around. Edwards's black eyes bored into hers, making her feel faint again, light-headed and she tried to spurt out some reasonable words, but he dragged her to his silver Volvo before she could say anything.
Bella tried to jerk her arm away, but he was far too strong. He opened the door silently and slung her inside.
"Excuse me Edward! Will you not kidnap me and let me go!" she insisted, trying to unlock the door.
"Shut up Isabella," Edward muttered, starting the car.
"W-what?" she stammered. He never called her Isabella. Since the moment he had spoken to her. Never.
She turned to face him, her eyes lingering over his small smirk, his razor cheekbones, his black, flat pupils…
Wait. Black!? What was the matter with him? They had been gold the last time she had seen him.
Bella calmly turned away and tried to unlock the car door. It wouldn't budge. She looked up out of the window. They had just passed her house, Charlie's house.
She turned back to look at him, breathing heavily.
"Edward…let me go." She said, trying not to let her voice break.
Edward simply chuckled evilly and pressed his foot down harder on the pedal.
"It won't open till we've stopped. Thank Volvo for that." He hissed.
It was at least another agonising 30 minutes until Edward parked the car in a remote woodland area. The minute Edward turned the keys Bella flung the door wide open and began to run downhill towards….where? She didn't know.
But just a few steps downhill and she felt two strong grasps on her shoulders, and then she was flying through the air. She screamed and landed with a deafening thud on the hard ground. Bella opened her eyes and saw two beautiful, but deadly, black eyes looking back at her. Edward was straddling her lap, his chest pressing into hers.
"Edward get off me!" she screeched, feebly trying to push him off.
"But this is what you want….me….you," he smirked, and gave a tiny snarl.
Even as a psychopathic monster, he was gorgeous. He began to trail his beautiful fingers from Bella's cheek to her jaw, making her react in a way she didn't want.
"Why are your eyes black?" she muttered, trying to concentrate.
"Because…" he leaned close to her neck and she felt his sweet breath on her ear. "I'm a vampire…"
I shuddered under his cool breath. I knew there was always something….inhuman about him. He traced his icy fingers down my face and a tiny whimper escaped my lips. He grinned above me, showing his teeth.
A sudden fear ran through me. He was dangerous, like he had said. I shuddered at the thought.
Above, Edward was still smirking at me.
"Edward, get off of me, please…" I whimpered, placing my hands on his chest and pushing. It was futile, like trying to move a boulder.
"Bella…Bella…Are you afraid of me?" he cooed, mockingly. I opened my mouth to protest, when he leaned forwards and crushed his lips against mine. My eyes widened as his lips began to move and I remained still, too shocked to do anything.
What's he playing at? I thought.
My head began to spin as he carried on kissing me. I tried moving my head away, but he held it in place with his hands. My lungs felt like they were going to burst, and I wanted him off of me.
Despite wanting him from the moment I laid eyes on him, this was too much. I began kicking my legs in desperation and he finally moved to kissing and sucking on my neck.
I gasped for air, but my heart rate never slowed. He was passionate, but too urgent, and hungry.
"GET OFF!" I yelled and rolled away from underneath him. I quickly began to run down the hill, not stopping to look behind me. But then he was there, right in front of me, eyes wide with lust.
"Naughty girl…" he hissed, and grabbed my shoulders. Suddenly we were flying backwards. My back cracked against a hard flat object, which I realised was his car. His hands were on either side of my face, lust filled eyes penetrating my fear filled ones.
"Bella, why must you make this so difficult. I just want to give you what you want…" he said softly, stroking my hair.
His touch bought chills in my veins.
"But I don't want this! I don't want you! Edward, this is totally innappro-" I was cut off by his fingers touching my neck. My heart rate increased and I shivered. My mouth let out a tiny whimper. He seemed to like that.
"Mmm…you smell delicious. Especially…your neck," he ran his nose down my neck and I shivered at his cold hard touch. "Oh Bella, just give in. I'm in your dreams; you cannot stop staring at me. And I may be a vampire, but I'm also a man. And at the moment one need is overtaking the other."
I shuddered again.
"Edward…" I began, when he cut me off by kissing my throat.
"Please stop. I'm begging you."
"What?" he reeled back and smirked. "That is not a beg. But I'd like to see that."
"What?!" I replied, horrified.
"Beg," he said, smirking still.
I gaped at him, my cheeks flushed and my heart still beating at an inordinate rate.
"Please Edward…let me go. I don't want to be with you." I said, my eyes welling up.
His eyes seemed to darken more.
"Liar." He hissed.
He leant in even more pushing me further back into the car. I turned my head to the side, not wanting to get lost in his gaze again.
"Please don't. NO. DON'T!" I began shrieking as his mouth latched onto my neck again. I felt him pick me up, never removing his lips from my neck, and we raced through to the small clearing and he laid me down on the grass. As he pulled away, I scooted back, earning a growl from him. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back.
"Bad girl. Do what I say." He scolded.
"Don't mock me, vampire." I hissed, through my gritted teeth.
His face fell and became angry. His hand traced down my neck, to my chest. I was shaking so much, his hands were too cold, and my breathing was harsh. There he grabbed the fabric of my shirt.
"No, wait-" I protested. But he ripped my shirt off, buttons springing everywhere. His shirt soon followed, appearing as nothing more than shreds on the floor.
"That hurt!" I screamed.
He smiled at me, teeth bared again.
My eyes widened even more. He pushed me down roughly and began kissing my chest; his hands lingered on my bra.
I tilted my head back in agony, and pleasure.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone?
Suddenly, I felt his cold fingers slip under my bra and rip it off. I didn't want to look. I felt dirty already. A cold finger pinched my nipple and I moaned involuntarily.
His eyes sparkled with a new found hunger and he greedily shoved his mouth to my warm skin and began sucking on the rosy peak.
I breathed in and tipped my neck back, in pleasure. Then I remembered I didn't want to be here.
"Stop, now. Stop. No, Edward….please…more-I mean…stop," I mumbled.
"Did you say more?" he asked, looking through his eyelashes, glaring up from my chest.
"No!" I shrieked as he began sliding down my jeans. I tried clutching at the jeans, trying to pull them up, when he grabbed both my hands in one of his and rushed forward, putting them behind my head. His face was now over mine, his bare chest crushed against mine.
His eyes bored into mine and he leaned closer, turning his head to the side so he could press his cold cheek against mine.
"You're so warm," he moaned "And smooth."
His mouth was whispering against my jaw now.
"And helpless." His hands began to run up and down my legs, roughly clenching, too hard, I knew there would be bruises. I felt like a lamb trapped under a lion. A beautiful, perfect, twisted lion.
His head reappeared and I felt a hand around my belt. I yelped out as he tugged the leather free from the loops.
"Edward, you're really hurting me. Please, stop now. I don't want to have sex with you." I pleaded. But I knew there was no option for me.
He smiled again and I realised that this smile wasn't right. It wasn't crooked. It was perfectly straight, normal smile. Not my smile.
His nose trailed up my face and I felt his hand yank my hair back. I yelled in pain and kicked my legs. He stopped my kicking with a powerful suck on my neck.
His hand danced over my top button, but he stopped and breathed the scent of my neck before he grabbed the top of my jeans.
"I hope this leaves a mark," he said, angrily as he ripped the jeans from my legs.
Then, I just shut my eyes and tried to imagine myself floating out into space.