He needed my blood. I needed to escape the pain. A strange mix of tenderness, humour and passion. OOC. Rated M for strong language and possibly mild BDSM in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Edward. Or Bella. Phooey.
Edward – that was his name.
My breathing was labored as his weight pressed over me.
"Last chance," he murmured, his soft voice velvety and undeniably vampire.
I locked eyes with him, shivering inwardly at his vivid red irises.
"I'll let you run away now, if you wish… but not after," he hissed the last few words out, a threatening promise.
His eyes scrutinized my face indifferently, waiting for my answer.
"I'm sure." I was firmly decided. I had searched him out and offered myself up to him, after all. Let him drain me. Let me die numb.
He didn't hesitate. One moment his cold gaze bored into my eyes, and the next he had pushed my chin up – away from my neck, his tongue sweeping across the flesh to soften the skin. I felt his fingernail slide against it, slicing deeply.
The pain was delicious. I stilled, closing my eyes as his lips pressed against the wound and drank.
So this was how I would die. It was ironic really – before, I had feared vampires, having nearly been killed by James if it weren't for Jacob. But now, when my heart hurt at the very thought of him, I was grateful to this one. Grateful that he would bring me relief from my pain.
I'd suffered agony when my he'd imprinted on my best friend, Renesmee. I loved her, but I hated her for taking him. I hated the sight of them together. But most of all, I despised myself for hating them. The pain of wanting him but never having him was too much.
"You're not changing your mind then?" he had spoken again.
"No." My voice was dull.
His next words hit my guts like a bucketful of ice.
"But I'm not thirsty anymore."
My eyes flew opened at this, shocked as I stared at him for a few long seconds, waiting for the punch line. It didn't come.
"What. The fuck!" I finally spat out, enraged.
His previously intimidating expression was alit with amusement now. "You're human. You don't need me to die."
I was so furious that I had trouble getting the words out, "Y-y-you don't understand," I managed finally, my voice shaking with anger. Jacob may have left me, but that didn't mean he didn't monitor my actions – or asked one of his minions to. I had tried everything – hanging myself wasn't an option seeing that Charlie had walked in on me the first time and subsequently kept any rope out of my sight, and alerted all the shops to keep them from me as well. Jumping off from a building – hah – I could laugh at that – there was no way I could make sure I would definitely die from jumping off a three-story building – which was the tallest they got in Forks. Nobody trusted me to travel alone since my last attempt. And the cliff – too many werewolves on watch there.
I covered my face, so frustrated that I couldn't even scream. My hands were wet, and it was a while before I realized I was crying.
Cold fingers pried at my hands, and to my immense shock, I felt him pull me into his arms.
"What the fuck?" I managed again between my sobs, but more out of confusion than anything.
"Believe it or not, I don't actually murder people," he said, with a whimsical little smile.
"What the fuck…"
He put his finger against my lip, looking slightly offended, "That's very vulgar."
I was too stupefied to answer. 'What the fuck' seemed again to be the most appropriate response, but I couldn't muster the energy to pull myself out of the shock.
"You must be the first one who didn't even bother trying to run. No survival instincts at all," he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, "I would have let you."
I could only stare.
"Now, what is it that made you lose your will to live, little one?" he asked, his voice gentle. "It isn't everyday I meet someone without so much as an ounce of self-preservation." I didn't move as his hand ran down the side of my neck. "See what I mean?" he whispered.
"I don't want to live."
"Would you like to talk about it?" his tone was sympathetic.
I swallowed, marveling at the peculiarity of my situation. I was lying in bed with a vampire, and he was acting like my shrink.
"It was my wedding day…" I began, "And my best friend was my bridesmaid. He… he imprinted on her." I didn't know if he understood.
"Ah." His eyes lit up and he was quiet for a moment as he digested the consequences of that, finally understanding my situation. But when he spoke, it was not what I expected, "Silly girl. Find another man."
I glared at him. "Just because your heart is made of stone, doesn't mean mine is."
"I'm being practical here," he replied, his eyes twinkling as he stroked my hair.
"It hurts too much. I've tried for three years now. I can't do this anymore."
"Such an old soul," he murmured, "Poor, poor girl. Why don't you let me help you?"
"I am here, after all," I replied bitterly.
"Yes, yes," he said absent-mindedly, "Not in the manner you're thinking of. Let me fix you."
I had the sudden mental image of him fumbling with superglue and the shattered pieces of my heart. "Very funny," I snapped.
"Mmm. You can stay and conveniently provide me with blood, and I can help you through this ordeal. Then you can leave, all the better off, and I'll be better off too because you'll be indebted to owe me blood the next time I can't find a willing soul. Wonderful." He smiled a glazed smile to himself.
Wonderful seemed to describe nothing of my situation now, whatever his mad plan was.
I was about to say so when I was whisked off my feet. Before I knew it, I was clinging onto him for dear life as the trees flew past us at a dangerous speed.
"Where are you taking me?" I shouted over the whistling sound of us cutting through the air. I was terrified.
"My castle. You'll like it."
"WHAT? No, put me down!"
"Don't be silly, if I put you down now you'll drown."
"What do you m-… oh my god!" I clung on to him more tightly now that I realized he was running over water.
"Isn't it fun?" he asked, turning to look at me, eyes alight with excitement.
"Keep your eyes on the road!" I ordered, terrified.
He only laughed.