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A Vampire's Vampire	By : Meghan Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 3417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Deviates from BD at honeymoon. No Renesmee. She never existed.

A Vampire’s Vampire

I glanced at the elk, dead at my feet, then away. I was feeling sloshy and full, but my thirst wasn’t satisfied. The elk hadn’t tasted very good. Elk tasted terrible to everyone but even more so to me. Fire scorched my throat and I stilled, locking the sensation down, trying to push it aside, to focus on something else.

The air shifted and suddenly I was aware that Edward was beside me. He was concerned about my stillness; I could feel the anxiety coming off him. Edward worried that the blood hadn’t done its job and he was right to worry. I was still thirsty. Terribly, terribly thirsty. The fire burned but I didn’t know how to satisfy it.

I didn’t know what to say to him because I couldn’t explain it to myself. Somehow the way smells worked for him and the rest of the Cullens weren’t the same for me. I didn’t like the smell of human blood or animal blood. I ate because the thirst demanded that I eat something, but it was never something that fully satisfied me.

“Bella?” Edward said softly, filling the air with his beautiful scent. I breathed it in and shuddered.

He reached out and gently cradled me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and breathed deeply. His almost-honey-lilac-and-sun-flavored scent coursed through me and the thirst intensified as lust shivered through me. He smelled delicious as usual, needing no cologne or perfume to make him smell attractive.

Edward pressed a kiss to my hair, gently running his fingers through it and rubbing my neck. “It’s okay, Bella,” he whispered over and over.

I nodded, pressing against him trying to get a hold of myself. When the pain of longings had subsided a bit I pressed a kiss to his neck and pulled back. He didn’t let me go very far. His gold eyes bored into me. I knew he was trying to discern my thoughts and that my silence was frustrating him.

“I’m okay, promise,” I said, offering a weak smile.

“No, you’re not,” Edward replied, a scowl twisting his lovely features. “Carlisle and I will figure it out. You can’t keep going on like this. You’re wasting away.”

I pulled out of his arms with a scowl to match his. A low growl escaped me before I could stop it. “You’re being melodramatic, Edward. I am not wasting away.”

“You’re thinner than you were six months ago,” Edward retorted hotly. “You’re not eating enough.”

“I eat until my belly is sloshing every time we hunt!” I growled in denial. “How is that not eating enough?”

Edward’s expression blanked. Quietly, he said, “It’s not how much you eat Bella, it’s the quality of what you eat. You’re the reason most vampires refuse to try being vegetarians. They think they’ll waste away not eating human blood.”

“Most vampires wouldn’t care to try in the first place,” I reminded him.

He nodded. “You’re right, most wouldn’t.” He brushed his hand against my cheek. I closed my eyes to relish the feeling. “Need I remind you though Aro’s reaction to Carlisle’s way of life in the beginning?”

I sighed. “He was surprised to see his friend still in such good shape.”

“Yes,” Edward breathed. I felt dizzy under the rush of honey lilac scented air. He could still dazzle me. It was hardly fair. “Carlisle and I were surprised at how animal blood didn’t affect you Bella. That’s why three months ago we force you to drink donated human blood for two months.”

“That didn’t work though,” I protested. He couldn’t want me to go back to drinking that chemical junk. I wouldn’t do it.

“Which makes it all the more terrifying, Bella,” he answered. His golden eyes dilated in worry. His nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply. “We don’t know what’s wrong with you Bella. We don’t know how to fix it.”

“I have faith,” I told him, returning his touch. He leaned into my hand, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He opened them and stared at me, his face burning from the fear that was eating him inside out. “I have faith, Edward,” I repeated, before leaning in to kiss him.

He devoured my mouth. Fear drove him to claim me thoroughly. His hands gripped my shoulders tightly as he hauled me closer. I went willingly. There was nowhere else I would rather be than in his arms. My arms encircled his neck as I stood on tip toe trying to get closer. His jagged breath swirled down my throat and I inhaled greedily.

Edward groaned, his hands running everywhere as he fought to control the emotions tearing through us. I am sure he, like me did not wish to make love here beside the remains of our meals. It was a struggle, but eventually I managed to pull my mouth from his. It was accompanied by a soft sucking sound. We shivered together.

I grabbed his hand when he held it out and we took off running. The ground and forest moved out of our way as we hurtled ourselves back home to our little cottage. Desire pulsed in my veins. I wanted to feel him over and under and in me. I moaned softly at the image. Edward ran faster, dragging me behind him. I wanted to laugh, but matching arousal made it impossible. I wanted to get home as much as he did.

We reached the cottage in record time. Edward nearly broke the door off it hinges opening it. I laughed lightly until his mouth cut me off and his hands made me gasp. I clung to him, lost in the sensations as his hands ran over me.

“Clothes off,” I demanded, tugging at his light grey long sleeved shirt.

He had it whipped off his body before I had finished my sentence. It sailed into the corner, swirling dust motes in the air. I was not to be distracted though from the glorious array of muscles before me. Eagerly I ran my hands over them, feeling his strong pecs and flat stomach. He jumped at the feeling of my nails tickling there and grabbed my hands.

I whined into his mouth. He chuckled softly, breaking off our kiss to nuzzle my neck. “Slower, Bella,” he said placing my hands at his neck.

I cupped his jaw, leaning forward to lick there. He groaned, throwing his head back. “Faster, Edward,” I countered.

“What’s the rush?” he asked, his gold eyes shining with love and happiness.

“I need you,” I replied. “I want to feel you… all of you… inside me…”

My breathing was ragged and his suddenly matched mine. My words drove him crazy and I delighted in my power over him. It was almost as good as dazzling him. His hands cupped my hips and pressed me to him. I could feel the evidence of his arousal, thick and strong. He rubbed against me, his hips circling slowly but firmly. I moaned my approval, attaching my lips to his collarbone and gliding them down his chest. Edward sucked in a breath as I encircled one of his nipples with my tongue.

“Bella, Bella,” he chanted, running his hands up and down my back, cupping my butt and lifting me so he could press directly between my legs.

“Yes,” I moaned, my hands dropping to his waist and pulling him flush. He throbbed insistently. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed. We both groaned at the sensation. I was wet and ready for him. “Please,” I begged.

“Anything,” he returned, ripping my pants from me.

“Alice is going to hurt you,” I giggled, reaching between us to drag his fly down. My hand wiggled inside his pants to grab him.

“Sweet venom,” he breathed as my hand wrapped around him and tugged him out of his confinement. I agreed with a throaty purr. Sweet venom indeed.

Stroking him lightly, I brushed his head with my thumb. He jerked a low hissing noise escaping him before he slammed me against the wall. His hands ran up my sides and under my shirt to stroke my breasts. I gasped. My nipples hardened instantly, puckering in anticipation. At his touch, I threw my head back, reveling in his fingers as they twisted my nipples and plucked them into full hardness.

“Edward, Edward,” I moaned, undulating my hips. The tip of his cock touched my entrance in the movement. I cried out and did it again. Need swiftly overcame all thought as we struggled to get closer.

Edward brushed against my wetness twice before driving home. He cried out as I stretched around him, accepting him deep. Still, he wasn’t close enough. I wanted, “More.”

“Yes,” he groaned, pulling out before plunging hard.

I rocked against him, calling out to him with every thrust. Over and over he filled me only to withdraw and do it again. I was tight, so tight, every stroke he had to work his way inside. He let go of one breast to glide his hand down my stomach. He pressed firmly, feeling himself move inside me. It drove me wild. I contracted strongly, drawing him deeper.

“My Bella,” he panted, burying himself hard inside me. “I love the way you feel.”

His hand drifted down and pressed against my clit, tracing the bundle of nerves firmly, building the pressure inside me. It coiled through me, causing my stomach muscles to clench as I held on tighter. I urged him on, and he pinned me to the wall, forcing my hands above my head as he impaled me, ramming his cock up and through my dripping sheath.

“You’re tight, so tight.”

“Yes,” I moaned breathily, my head swimming from sensation overload. “So tight, for you, always for you.”

“And wet,” he growled, rubbing my clit harder. I throbbed around him. I was close, so close… just a little more.

“For you, just you.”

“You’re mine,” Edward rasped, crashing his mouth against mine.

I kissed him back eagerly, undulating beneath him as he stuffed me completely. I was so full, so ready. He pinched my clit as he rammed into me again and that was it. I cried out in ecstasy as my orgasm crashed over me. I was drowning in him.

“Yours, yours,” I chanted straining against his hold on my wrists. I wanted to touch him, drag his hips closer and ride this feeling out. It was so powerful, I was seeing stars. “Let me touch you,” I pleaded, thrashing under him as my orgasm crested again.

“No,” he growled, angling his hips differently and pushing into me with a force that knocked my breath away.

His thrusts sped up as his climax overtook him. I convulsed around him again, clamping down hard. His release was long and drawn out and I took it all, whispering his name again and again in the silence that drifted around us. My head fell forward to his shoulder, my mouth resting against the column of his neck.

Feeling him pull away for the last time was undeniable torture. I bit his neck at the intensity of it. He moaned at the press of my mouth, his slow withdrawal rubbing my tender flesh. It was bittersweet. I did not want to let him go and he did not want to leave, but eventually he was all the way out and I was empty, grasping at air. I rubbed against him, causing us both to squirm. I bit his neck harder, causing him to wince.

“Easy, Bella,” he murmured, running a hand up my thigh and over my butt and back again before lifting it down. “Easy, love.”

The smell of his breath washed over me and time began to gallop. One minute I was there struggling to control myself in the aftershocks of our love making and the next, I had Edward down on the floor, pinning him into place with all my strength as I sank my teeth into his neck.

His venom washed down my throat as I suckled greedily. It was the most delicious thing I had tasted this side of the change. I drank from him hungrily, ignoring the press of his hands against my shoulders trying to push me away. The craze of newborns was upon me, and all I thought about was his venom. I had to have it – I needed it in the he craved my human blood. When his struggles lessened I murmured eagerly against his neck, pressing my body against him. I wanted to wrap myself in him and drink him down.

I don’t know what made me stop. I don’t remember thinking about anything other than the taste of his sunshine flavored venom but suddenly I was across the room, eyes wide in horror, my breath frozen in my throat and trembling in fear. What had I done? I was a monster.

Edward groaned softly in pain and I choked back a cry. He was okay. My knees gave out and I sank swiftly to the ground. My eyes locked on the wound at his neck, the cold marble skin around it bruised dark purple, matching the bruises under his eyes. White liquid trickled out of the puncture marks, slowly knitting them back together. I watched as it healed him, my eyes burning with unshedable tears… my thirst was gone, but at what price? I feared his reaction and I feared at mine. Sweet venom, what was I?

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