The Phantom Vampire
November 18th 2011
The crowd in the Majestic Theater stood and applauded joyously as I took my final bow of the night alongside the rest of the opera cast with the director and the conductor. We were all smiling at the audience before us from the stage. The curtain fell, and I ran quickly across the stage to the back, hugging members of the chorus and the director of the theater as I went. I made my way down the backstage corridor to my dressing room and collided with the short, pixie-like figure of the wardrobe mistress as she launched herself on me in a hug.
"You were amazing!" she cried excitedly.
"Thank you, Alice." I said, smiling as I hugged her back.
She broke away still beaming at me, her blue eyes sparkling. "Your manager is waiting in your dressing room," she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I grinned and thanked her again before sprinting down the hall. I reached my dressing room and practically burst it open, charging inside and slamming the door behind me.
My manager was waiting for me, leaning against the vanity in a crisp black suit and tie, his half mask covering the top half of his face. I squealed excitedly and pounced. He chuckled and caught me swiftly, wrapping his arms tightly around me in a hug.
"There's my girl," he cooed against my shoulder, pressing his lips to my neck. "You were sublime."
"Are you sure? It's your opera, and I was so scared of disappointing you." I said in a high breathless octave.
Edward nuzzled against my shoulder and hugged me tightly. "You were wonderful, Isabella, and I am very proud," he smirked. "I taught you well."
There was no denying he had indeed taught me well. After my 29th birthday when I became a vampire like we had agreed, my singing voice had altered a great deal. Edward had spent a decade training me in gaining back my ability to sing again. We both knew there would be complications when I was changed, but we had never anticipated I would lose my voice. The process had not been an easy one; the arguments and the battles on the subject had driven Edward to the brink of despair. It had taken him 10 years to gain a grasp over his bloodlust. He had feared he wouldn't be able to control me, and that we'd both relapse into the old ways. Somehow and I wasn't sure what I had done, but I managed to assure him enough, and he gave in.
Throughout the years after I was changed, we had traveled extensively around the globe, spending several years in Norway reconnecting with Edward's roots. My bloodlust was moderate in comparison with other newborns; it seems I had acquired the ability to shield my senses, thus enabling me to control myself successfully enough to reside in human society.
We ventured the scope of Europe and the new world now known as America. For the time being, we had lived in England while I was performing in a musical at Her Majesty's Theater in London, and then moved on to the Royal Opera House Covert Garden in the premiere production of Edward's new opera. The modern times had enabled him to conceal his scars with make-up, but he still enjoyed his masks from time to time. Now we were in New York City, where Edward's opera was being performed – a successful triumph adored by critics and public alike.
Our life together had been a successful and relatively happy one thus far. Edward was a composer and occasional performer, but he preferred to stay out of the limelight. I was singing for six months out of the year, while the rest of the time Edward and I would travel across the country. Whenever he would compose, I would write stories. I had made a career of writing short novels under a pseudo name, Melissa Swann. Despite being married, I enjoyed having my independent income and career, and Edward was very supportive every step of the way.
"Did you ever imagine us being here back when we were in Volterra all those years ago?" I asked as we lay in between the sheets on a lazy Saturday afternoon in our bedroom – the windows securely covered to block out any light.
"I always knew you would do very well for yourself. I wanted to make sure of it." Was his reply, his gaze serious on me.
"Well, you did a very good job." I grinned at him.
Edward smirked as he strolled naked around to the other side of the bed. His back was turned to me, and I had the greatest pleasure in admiring his perky, tight backside. Each cheek coming swiftly up to meet the other with every step he took. My mouth went dry as I watched him; I licked my lips and a low growl rumbled from my chest. He tilted his head and glanced back at me, his lip curling into a teasing smile. It was as if he knew what I was thinking, even though he still couldn't. The crack lines on the side of his face creasing somewhat as he looked over at me. I wasn't exactly a pretty sight, well not in my own eyes anyway. Edward thought I was being hard on myself, but I digress. He had always been somewhat biased about my looks, even after I had been turned into a vampire over a century ago.
As I languished in bed, my eyes propped open, I watched him move quietly around the room, and I smiled lazily to myself. It had been a long, complicated journey for us to get to this place, and I wasn't going to miss one single second of feeling the cool steel of his body against my skin, of kissing his mouth, claiming him, just watching him exist.
Edward quietly slid open the curtains, letting the late afternoon light invade the room. It bathed his body in soft, warm light, highlighting the cheeks of his naked backside. I bit my lip as I ran my eyes along the length of his tall frame, drinking in his broad shoulders, the big muscles of his back, his masculine hips, and the tantalizing glimpse of his sack between his hairy thighs. There was no denying it; my husband was made for sex. Of course, one could say I was being biased. After all, I had been married to this vampire for over a hundred years, battled against the odd and overcome many challenges.
My mind wandered back to the previous evening to when we had kissed for the first time in a week, the first time we lay our hands on each other's naked skin again; when we made love, raw and desperate, hungry for each other, needing each other, taking each other. I had watched our reflection in the mirror, watched our bodies move together, and watched his ass as he drove into me, claiming me over and over again.
As I watched him absorbing the view from our bedroom window, the erotic memories of our love making teased my consciousness; taking a bath, sex in the warm soapy water until the floor was swimming in bubbles; wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as he took me hard up against the wall; how he pinned me to the bed with his weight, making me writhe and groan his name; grabbing his hair and pushing his face into the most sensitive region of my body while he conquered my body with his glorious tongue.
In many ways Edward was my weakness, my downfall and my triumph. I was unable to resist the lure of his naked body, my erotic thoughts teasing my mind. I slipped silently out of the sheets and crept slowly down the bed. I sat up on my knees and leaned forward, my fangs extended as I gently bit down his right shoulder. Edward groaned quietly in pleasure, clenching the muscles of his back and moving his hips slightly at the feel of my skin on his.
He turned slowly, allowing me to drink in his physique.
"I thought you were resting" he murmured, brushing my cheek with the side of his finger. I looked up at him, catching his black eyes in my gaze as I ran my hand slowly downwards from his torso to his stomach lightly dusted with reddish-blond hair.
"It's hard to rest when you're completely naked in front of me," I whispered, my hand traveling down lower.
He smiled, his eyelids heavy with lust, and entwined his fingers roughly in my disheveled dark hair, pulling my head closer into his face.
"Would you like me to put on some clothes, pajamas perhaps?" he murmured, brushing his lips against mine, his tongue gently sweeping over my bottom lip.
I growled, pulling away from his mouth, grasping his shoulders and pulled him down onto the bed. I rolled over and crawled on top of him, aligning our bodies together, pinning him to the bed. I kissed his lips hungrily, tugging on his bottom lip.
His arm coiled around my back, his fingernails tracing along my spine making me shudder against him. My mouth trailed down to his jawline and his neck, suckling and nibbling on his skin. I felt his shaft harden against me my thigh, and I grinned against him.
"Isabella," he moaned, his muscles tensing beneath me. We were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. We both groaned in frustration, and I rolled off him to lie on my back.
"Too many interruptions," I sighed heavily as Edward scrambled off the bed and walked over to the far end of the bedroom. He pulled on a pair of black jeans and wandered lazily out the door. "I'll be back. Just wait there and don't bother putting on any clothes."
"Who's at the door?" I asked, calling back at him.
"No idea. Probably Alice with new costume ideas I expect," he muttered as he went downstairs. I frowned in spite of myself and sat up, crawling to the edge of the bed and slipping off. I retrieved my dressing gown and wrapped it securely around myself before hurrying out of the bedroom.
I reached the bottom of the staircase just as Edward opened the front door. "Get back up stairs, Isabella," he snapped.
"Why? Who's at the door?" I asked, looking at him in shock.
He swung the door open and stopped dead at the sight before his eyes.
T-thin and more muscular than before, Carlisle Cullen stood on the threshold dressed in a heavy, black overcoat and hat. He looked from me to Edward and then back again, his peculiar golden eyes twinkling. "Hello," he said, quirking a smile.
Edward bared his fangs and lunged forward, but I caught him by the shoulders and held him back.
"I mean you no harm. I swear it," Carlisle assured us seriously. "Please," he held up his hands in surrender and took a step back.
"You are supposed to be dead!" Edward snarled. "I killed you."
"You did indeed kill me. I am dead in many respects, Edward Masen." He said coolly, narrowing his eyes at him closely.
"You're a vampire," I said in a voice of awed amazement.
Carlisle inclined his head. "Indeed I am, Bella. I know it wasn't your husband's intention, but he turned me."
"A common mistake that can easily be fixed," Edward spat, leering at Carlisle with pure loathing. "I could snap your neck in half and burn you into ashes. Remember those threats Count Cullen? Because I sure as Hell haven't forgotten them."
"I haven't come here to fight or kill you, Edward. I am came to apologize and to thank you," he inclined his head again and bowed. "Becoming a vampire has opened my eyes to this new world, a better world; my human self was arrogant, grotesque and despicable. You did me a favor by turning me, making me the monster I had despised so much. The change allowed me to see how wrong I was, and if I could go back and change my past human life, I would." His gaze was earnest and serious; a big part of me couldn't help but believe him.
"The fact you're alive is another failure on my part, and I am very close to redeeming my mistake and killing you here." Edward said in a voice drenched in hatred.
"Go ahead, it is the least I deserve."
"Carlisle!" a woman's alarmed voice rang out from somewhere to the side of him. Edward and I both gazed over the Count's shoulder to see a young, beautiful woman with auburn hair and golden eyes. She smiled nervously at us. "I warned him not come here."
She smiled in relief. "Hi, Bella. I am sorry about all this. Carlisle insisted on coming here, and I did warn him not to."
"Are you a vampire as well?"
Carlisle nodded with a sheepish grin. "I turned her myself, and we were married shortly afterwards."
Esme grinned and held up her hand to reveal sparkling engagement and wedding rings.
I nudged Edward in the back and chuckled. "Isn't it wonderful?" I said, coming over to stand beside him.
"Quite," he said with a cold smile. "So you've come here to show how you've changed and become a new man since becoming one of...what did you call me - a product of the devil himself?" Edward glared between the two of them.
"I came to apologize to you and to Bella. My actions all those years ago was disgusting. I hate myself for them, and I am not asking for your forgiveness – that would be pathetic to say the least. I just thought…well, I don't know. All I know is I had to see and talk to you again." He said with a sad smile.
Edward cast his eyes to the ground and nodded, biting his bottom lip. "You have said what you needed to say, now I think it is best if you leave us. I've been through enough hardship and torture in my life not to be so forgiving and forgetful, but I will make an exception for my wife's sake. Leave us and never bother us again, and I won't kill you. Agreed?"
Esme and Carlisle nodded, taking a hold of each other's hands and turning away. "It was nice seeing you again, Bella," Esme called.
I nodded and forced myself to smile just as Edward slammed the door shut and locked it securely. He leaned against the door, breathing heavily and squeezing his eyes shut.
"I am proud of you," I murmured, pressing my lips to his shoulder and coiling my arms around him.
"I refuse to stoop to his level. Although, I am disappointed I didn't kill him."
"Why?" I asked, completely baffled. I turned around to face him, his back pressed against the door. "You turned a vampire hater and hunter into a vampire, condemned him into a life of living hell. You got your revenge, Edward." I said with a grin.
"You think so?" I He asked, looking at me closely, his eyes narrowed.
"Definitely," I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. "All those years of torture he must have gone through, it's made him more human now."
"Regardless, if he bothers us again I will kill him." Edward snapped, holding me tightly in his grasp.
"You're angry Edward, and you shouldn't be."
"No you didn't. You won, and you showed yourself to be a better man than he could ever be. Human or vampire." I hugged him tightly.
Edward smirked and leant forwards to kiss me softly. "I love you."
"And I love you more," I whispered, brushing my nose again his.
"Impossible…" he growled and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me back up the stairs towards the bedroom….
And that is it. The Phantom Vampire is finally finished! I hope you enjoyed this story and the epilogue. As many of you know I am a Carlisle girl at heart, blame Peter Facinelli for making me adore this character so much. Before you all go up in arms at how horrible the Count was hear me out, as a vampire Carlisle has become the canon Carlisle we all know and love. Sleazlisle was a human, but the vampire Carlisle is a lovely guy with his wife Esme. I had to give them both a happy ending; it's not just about Phantward and Bella. I hope you like how everything turned out in the end.
Credit to my beta A Jasper For Me for being with me all the way.
To Wythanie, BloodOfYourLips, Roon0 & Kymbersmith90 for making this story possible, I came up the idea after I start having several dreams about Rob Pattinson as the Phantom of the Opera, with these wonderful ladies encouragement I was able to write this story.
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