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Inappropriate	By : zombiechick69 Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Quick note before we begin – Bella swears in this. I know it’s not canon (this whole story is rather non-canon, actually), but every teenager swears at one time or another. Besides, writing Bella not swearing was such a challenge that I gave up on it really fast.

“I want to be a monster, too.”
Bella Swan, Eclipse, Chapter 1, p.25

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I sat there on my springy, yet dejected mattress, feeling the same way as it did. Well, add in the fact that I was pissed off and horny as fuck, and we’re talking about a fucked up mattress here. I don’t get why Edward keeps pushing me away when I try to make advances.

“I’d hurt you - I’m too dangerous, Bella!”
“I want this to be special, Bella!”
“I’m not that kind of man, Bella!”
All I want is to be like every other normal girl playing around with her boyfriend. I want to show him how much he matters to me. How that sparkling, beautiful face makes me want to cling to him and beg for him to touch me, even if it’s just a little.
Is a little bit of sex too much to ask? I mean, sure, I’m not very appealing and I suck at seduction, but any normal human guy would jump at the chance. Jacob definitely would.
But I don’t want Jacob. I want Edward.
Falling backwards on my bed, I gave a tired sigh. Edward demanded that I marry him before we do it, and when we do get around to sex, I have to become a vampire, even though I want my “deflowering” to be my last human act. I definitely don’t want to be married…not like Mom, who married right out of high school and got stuck in a shitty little town until she had enough and ran away. I don’t want to be like that, even if it is with Edward. And hell, living like that for all eternity? Screw that. I love Edward, but “forever and always” seems a bit much. I want to be a vampire, but I don’t want to live forever; and I don’t want to get old, but …
Fuck, I don’t want to be human at all…
Why couldn’t I be born something else? A vampire, a werewolf, a succubus - anything aside from a human? Why was I born a lowly, ugly human?
I felt myself flush at the word “succubus”. I’d be a terrible succubus, no matter how good looking the body I’d be born into.
A breeze caused my curtains to billow toward me. In a rush, I slammed the window closed and shut the curtains. If Edward doesn’t want to play my way, I won’t let him in. And if he comes in, it better be for a better negotiation than earlier, or else he’ll get a real talking-to.
Sometimes, when I found him sitting near me in the morning, (still staring at my blankly) I’d get the feeling that the only reason he comes in is to watch me sleep and breathe my scent, not be comforted by the fact that I was alive. If he has fantasies from this, he never shares them with me.
At that thought, I let out a snort of laughter. “Bella, that would be inappropriate!”
I stripped down to my underwear, curled up in my bed, and drifted in to a calm sleep under the cover of darkness as I wondered what sex with Edward would be like...

I woke up to a cool breeze flowing through the window. I should feel cold, but somehow I’m very warm.

“Good morning, Bella.”
I nearly jumped out of bed. Edward sat in a chair in the corner, staring at me. I looked down at myself – I was clothed in a pair of comfy, stylish flannel pajamas bearing an elaborate cursive “B” that seemed to have been embroidered in gold thread. I gawked at them in a mixture of amazement and shock. “What the hell…?”
“Bella, please, watch your language.” Edward said calmly with a little smirk on his gorgeous face. That expression usually turned me into a puddle of mush, but I was too angry to be mesmerized by him now.
“You dressed me without my permission?!”
“Sleeping in the nude is rather inappropriate, Bella. I came through your window last night and found you bare, so I asked Alice to come by with some appropriate sleep-wear for you and to dress you so that I could stay without feeling guilty,” He smiled, dazzling me with his perfect white teeth. “You know how I am.”
I did, but… “Fuck it all, Edward, do you even know me?” I glared at him, my puny human fists clenched tight at my sides. “Get out. Right now.”
Edward went through various emotions in those past few seconds: shock at my use of foul language; confusion at my question that dared challenge his knowledge of me; and lastly a sort of smug pride at my demand for him to leave.
That look said everything: Like you could do anything to make me?
“Don’t be so upset, Bella, please.” He threw me a smoldering look with those topaz eyes of his, hoping to calm me down and make me realize the errors of my ways. His oddly enticing scent wafted from him like perfume in the air.
I summoned my meanest, commanding voice. “I mean it. Get out. Now.”
He rolled his eyes. Oh, I’ll give you something to roll your eyes at, Edward Cullen! Without warning, I stripped off my PJ top and threw it at him. Next came the pants. I gathered them up, went to the window, and threw them outside at him. “And take these fucking things with you!” I shouted into the forest across from my window, where he had probably run into as soon as my top started coming off.
Good thing Charlie had already left or he’d have a fit.

Normally, Edward would drive me to school, or at least hang around to pick me up, but it seemed he finally got the message to leave me alone for today. No doubt he’s having Alice watch me if he’s not. That thought pissed me off even more. “Fucking asshat,” I grumbled. “Can’t even stand to see a girl in her damn underwear…” Swearing out loud felt so good. I briefly wondered how I lived without it for so long…

Today, I did something I’d never done before – I skipped school. After Edward left (and I picked up the offending pajamas from my front yard and tossed them in the trash) I decided to leave and go for a walk in the woods near my house to get away from the dull shithole that is the embodiment of Forks. At least it was sunny today, so Edward would probably be hunting anyway…
So far, I haven’t tripped, broken anything, or been clumsy once today. I’m rather surprised at myself. Edward always told me that I was the sort of person that needed to be watched constantly and was the type to get eaten by a bear in a matter of minutes. It’d been half an hour and I was fine. My simple tank top and jeans combo hadn’t been ruined yet, either. In your face, Edward! I grinned to myself as I imagined the look on his face when he heard that I survived on my own. I was getting so tired of always being a damsel in distress.
I reached a rather scenic hill in the forest when I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of somebody at the bottom. A strange smell wafted up to my nostrils. I thought it was a vampire of some kind, but the person below was shambling along a bit slowly, and upon closer inspection, their skin color looked rather…off. Not pure white death, like Edward, but more of a mottled gray-green color.
“Hey, you down there!”
He ignored me.
“Hey, you! HEY!”
He turned in my direction, but I couldn’t see his face, even in the sunlit meadow. I remembered Edward always telling me not to go near things I didn’t know about, not to get myself hurt, etc. But today I felt so free without him, so alive…
I jogged down to the strange person, who turned completely in my direction and watched me as I walked toward him. When I got to the bottom of the hill, I realized why the person had that strange smell coming off them. Standing before me was a man who was human in the past life.
He was a zombie – and a very decayed one, at that. The majority of his face was gone; the yellow bone of his skull standing out against what little flesh was left on his head (some around the right eye socket, and some on both of his cheekbones). About half of his scalp still remained, not a single hair still attached to it. The eyes were yellow with red irises, and what seemed like no flesh holding them in his skull – black sockets that made it seem like I could just sink into the depths surrounding his eyes. He was nude, mostly bone and some rotten, dark muscle sticking to him in various places. Glancing down, I saw that at least one part of him stayed nearly fully intact.
He was absolutely beautiful.
Not like Edward or Jacob, whose human-like beauty made many a woman, including myself, faint and gush excitedly. They were beautiful, but not like the decaying man before me. They could not compare to him – he was the optimum of beauty, the most gorgeous thing in existence.
He groaned as he looked at me. I don’t know how, since he had no esophagus or voice-box, but he did. His eyes looked at me up and down shamelessly. He was the walking undead – even without knowing that, I could tell he wanted to eat me.
And that, for some reason, turned me on enormously.
Sure, the thought of Edward drinking my blood (and enjoying it) got me a bit hot under the collar, but this dead man wanted to actually eat all of me. Edward would not even think of touching me in my most private place, but this guy probably wanted to eat that part, too - maybe even first.
I felt my body shake and my face flush. I dropped on my knees before the undead man, staring up at him and his dead cock. In a daring move that I would normally have never made, I grabbed it with both of my hands and stroked it, causing it to twitch. It was rotten, disgusting and stank like death, but I couldn’t stop myself. Still watching the zombie’s face, I spoke to him.
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me!” I stroked faster as I talked, repeating my words over and over again. I saw the zombie’s head jerk back in surprise.
“… Seriously…?” Its voice was gargled and distorted. I could see the remaining muscle on his face move when his jawbone moved as he talked. I stood up, still holding onto his privates. He groaned a little when I yanked on his dick again.
My eyes were halfway closed, as if I were in a trance as I stared into his eyes. “I’ve never been so serious in my entire life.” Nothing felt as right as it did right now. “I want you to fuck me. And then…” My face flushed harder as I stopped massaging his balls. “Please make me into one of you!”
He stared at me for a moment before bursting into laughter. “You’re serious! You’re really serious!” Skeletal hands grabbed my shoulders, pulling me towards him. He pressed his forehead to mine, looking at me eye to eye. “I can really have my way with you?”
I nodded, feeling more embarrassed than I ever had before.
He snickered a little as his hands wandered to my ass. “This must be my lucky day. I’ve never met a person so willing to be a zombie, let alone a girl who wants to have sex with one!” I wrapped my arms around his neck as he yanked off my jeans and shoved me against a tree. “You have some strange fetishes, kid, but I'm not complaining…” I was surprised to see a black tongue protrude from his mouth as he leaned toward me. I stuck out mine too, wanting nothing more than the stench of him to cover me. He was right, though; I did seem to have a strange fetish for supernatural things. I reminded myself that it was because human beings were boring and normal, and I wanted something different.
Teeth met lips as we kissed with a passion I had never felt before. As my clothes were ripped and yanked off of me, I felt my body get hotter and my nether regions get wetter by the second. The powerful smell of decay rushed over me like a thousand waves of water, and even though I should have been repulsed, it just served to turn me on even more. No one I had ever met smelled like this. Jacob smelled like dirt and motorcycle oil. Edward smelled like great cologne with breath that seemed like mint. Human guys smelled like deodorant, sweat, shit, or whatever they ate. Only this guy smelled like death.
The undead man groped, licked and lightly bit every inch of flesh he could get to as he gently held me against the tree. The feeling of his bony hands clawing at my breasts and thighs sent shivers up and down my spine. His touch was neither hot nor cold – it was lukewarm, being warmed by my own flesh the longer he touched it. I spread my legs for him as he plunged three of his fingers in me. He leaned his body against mine, pinching my butt as he continued to chuckle at my pathetic moans. “Squeal for me, cunt.”
The combined feeling of his ribcage against my chest and the sensation of his fingers rubbing against my slick inner-walls drove me wild. I thrust against his hand as I groaned in utter delight, pulled his head towards mine and kissed him hard. The taste was so horrible, but so wonderful all at once.
The next thing I knew, the zombie had replaced his fingers with his cock. I’d heard stories of a pain so terrible it sent people into tears, but there was no such feeling. There was only an overwhelming sensation of pleasure that nearly made me faint. I clung to him as he shoved himself in and out of me like a piston. Both of us were groaning in mindless bliss as our bodies touched again and again, my small, soft breasts repeatedly bumping into his ribs as our hips rocked together in rhythm. I could feel his manhood rip somewhat while we were interlocked, but neither of us cared.
“Bite me,” I whispered. “Bite me!”
He licked his teeth, pulled his head back, and bit hard into the side of my skull as I came. I could barely feel his mouth eat the chunk of my head as he came inside me. I could feel myself dying...changing...becoming numb…
The sex had been better than I had ever imagined.
“I haven’t felt that good in a long time…” He sighed, watching me as he pulled out of my body. I could not breathe, or feel my heartbeat. My body was now dead, but I could still feel the tree behind me, the grass under my feet, and the sticky white fluid that leaked out of my now-soiled vagina. “Welcome to the world of the undead, kid. You will decay, but you’ll still feel things like you still had senses.”
That was not possible. “How?”
He laughed knowingly. “Same way I can talk, kid – magic. How do you think I was able to get an erection?”
We both burst into laughter. As I laughed, I could feel a strange pang of hunger from deep within my body, and I involuntarily let out a deep groan. He stared at me, groaning in the same manner along with me for a moment.
“Let’s get some lunch, kid. My pals and I heard this town was in desperate need of an interesting news story.”
Right on cue, more zombies came out into the forest meadow, all in various stages of decay and dress. They didn’t sparkle like vampires and didn’t morph into animals like the shape shifters, but the size of the crowd of the walking corpses was so impressive that it put those two memories to shame.
As we all walked (with some difficulty due to decomposition and stiff joints) towards Forks, I found myself thinking of Edward. I had been deflowered and partially eaten by a zombie whose name I did not know, and now we were going to go feast on the inhabitants of my former home.
How inappropriate.
At last, I felt as if I truly belonged somewhere in the world. And soon, I was going to be just as beautiful as the dead man who stole my virginity and my life by my request. I smiled at the thought of rubbing this fact in Edward’s smug little face, not to mention Jacob’s.
I grasped onto my new lover’s hand, feeling free and proud as we marched towards the doomed people of Forks, Washington. “Say…we zombies can eat other supernatural beings, right?”
~END~

A/N: This story was inspired by three things: the fact that there are no zombies in Twilight; the quote at the beginning of the story (from Eclipse) that made me cackle; and the notion that if the love interests progressed as Vampire->Werewolf, then why not Vampire ->Werewolf -> Zombie? You know, aside from the fact that zombies can’t possibly be pretty enough, and are therefore not in the Twilight universe. Well, if Bella thinks people who look like they’ve been punched in the face and sparkle in the sun are attractive, I don’t see why I can’t take it up a couple of notches.
Whether you’re a Twilight fan or not, it’s a fact Bella is not quite right in the head. She’s obsessed over a hot guy she barely knows that wants to drink her blood and sorta-loves a hot guy she knows really well, but happens turns into a wolf sometimes. Both men could kill her easily, and she doesn’t care. I think she gets off on the fact that they could kill her, actually. Why else are the books like this…
Edward: OMG Bella you smell so delicious that I could eat you right now!! I’m dangerous; you should stay away from me! ILU though!
Bella: OMFG Edward you are so hot!!! ILU, too!! Please sex me up?!
Jacob: I love you more than he does, Bella! Be with me instead!
Bella: STFU JACOB, EDWARD’S GOT VENOM IN HIS TEETH.
If you add in a zombie who would try to kill and eat her on sight, Bella would be all over him, begging for him to make her into a monster and eat her and so forth. Don’t deny it, you know it’s true.
I tried writing this like a parody of SMeyer’s style, but I couldn’t stand using so many synonyms and descriptions, so it ended up being a partial-parody while still making the sex scene strangely hot (or as hot as it can get, being Zombie!porn and all). Have I mentioned that I wrote this in one night? I’ve never written and finished a story in one night before, so I’m rather happy with this story.
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