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My Shiny Freak	By : Prettyflour Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fuck Edward detox. I am no quitter.
I can not in good conscious give up any physical contact with Edward. It's just not possible at the moment with my supermassive endurance and raging libido, fueling my inner horny seventeen year old with runaway hormones driving me toward my vampire boyfriend who happens to share my enthusiasm for sex. A part of me wonders if I need a hobby. Is there such a thing as too much sex? Fuck if I know. I am too easily distracted to give it that much thought. Besides, this behavior is perfectly normal in vampire standards. So says Alice.
"Five more minutes," Edward groaned.
I let out a quiet laugh. He slides his hand in between my legs. "Please?"
Again, I laugh at his meager begging and jump up before he can ask again. "No way! You had your twenty four hours, as promised."
He groaned and scowled and ran his fingers through his messy bronze sex hair.
"Suck it up and get used to this my needy little vamp." I stepped over him and put my hands on my bare hips. I had one leg on each side of his head. He looked up, but not into my eyes. He ran his hands up my calves and took a deep breath.
"I must admit, the quiet is kind of nice." Then he looked up at my face.
I stepped back and sat down, placing my butt on his stomach. "Will you tell me more about the mind reading? I mean... You heard my every thought? You saw everything?"
"I saw everything that came into your mind." He smirked at me. "I want to see more."
He brought his hand up and ran his fingers through my hair and then traced the contour of my face, all the while emitting another wave of hunger, but not for blood, for me... He radiates need and I am drawn to it like an idiot moth to a flame.
"Is this normal?"
He cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow. "You sitting on me? I suppose it's normal."
I huff and push his head into the ground. "Not that. I am asking if me feeling what you are feeling is the norm?"
He gave me a wry smirk and pulled my head to meet his. He kissed me softly on the lips and whispered, "Yes, mated couples have been known to share special connections. Each couple is different. I know Alice and Jasper can sense each other's emotions, Carlisle and Esme too, to a lesser extent."
"Can you sense what I feel?"
"I think so." He narrows his eyes and focuses on me.
"You think so? You're not sure are you?" I smile at the notion that I am somewhat of a mystery to him. "Do you want to hear what I think?"
"That is a silly question." He retorts with a wink.
"Touché Edward, but seriously… I think you rely on your telepathy too much."
He scowled again and tried pushing me off of him but I grabbed his hands and pinned him down. My legs squeezed around his torso and I leaned down and kissed his nose.
He rolls his eyes. "Stop being all cute and let me up."
"I'm not finished. You said you wanted to hear me, so shut up and listen golden boy."
He sighed and relaxed under me, but I kept my grip on him tight. I lean in again and lick his ear. "The fact that you hear everything from everyone around you frustrates you to no end, correct?"
"Yes, although it does have its benefits."
My lips move to his neck. "It pisses you off even more than you can't read me."
"You think?" There is no doubt that he is mocking me right now. I give him a little bite in response. He yelps.
"Stop being an ass and just enjoy the silence." I kiss the spot where I bit him. I take my time kissing and licking up and down his neck. I'm going for long and drawn out, languid kisses. I keep my hands to myself and try to focus on him, focus on this moment. My lips roam his collar bones, his jaw, his cheek not making a sound, but just feeling Edward and hoping he feels me, because what we have, what I feel... It feels quite nice. I pull back to look at him.
"Do you feel that?" I put my hand on his chest, where his heart used to beat. I don't have to try to push what I am feeling toward him because I am just radiating a serious need for all things Edward.
His mouth turns to a smile; one if his signature crooked grins that gets me every time. He nods and licks his lips. "I'm consumed by it."
"How do you feel?" My gaze shifts from his chest to his eyes
"I feel you. I breathe in your scent and it drives me wild. It makes me want to ravage you and then worship you. It feels good." He takes my face in his hands and pulls me in for a very sweet short kiss. "I feel like you are the one person who can give me silence and take away my insecurities by showing me how you feel, reassuring me that I don't need to read your mind to know how you feel about me. It's the most incredible sensation."
We kissed slowly while I ran my fingers through his hair before Edward pulled me into a hug and laughed.
"What?"
"I still constantly yearn to know what you're thinking." He shook his head. "I can't help it. I have come accustomed to hearing all of the thoughts... For almost one hundred years. It is still new for me."
I can't help but chuckle. "Welcome to vampire adventures with Bella the snarky newborn. Everything is new for me right now. I'm still star struck by dust motes and I giggle at the sight of my skin in the sun."
I pop my head up and reciprocate his grin.
He sighs. "Now that I have had a little taste of your mind... What can I say? I love how honest you are. For the most part, you say what you feel, no bullshit and you are funny as hell."
I glare at him. "So glad I amuse you."
He pulls me flush against him. "You do so much more than amuse me." He grinds up against me. Horny little bastard. He kisses my lips, my cheek, my neck before he groans then grabs hold of my thighs my pushes them down. He glides his hands around to my ass and pushes our bodies together. "Oh god... I can't get enough of you."
He lavishes my scar with his tongue and pushes his hips into mine. I gladly open my legs for him, put my hands in his hair and give a little tug, urging him to enter me.
He obliges me and set a fast rhythm. "Please Bella, let me in."
I grunt and shake my head no. He stops moving his hips and grabs me roughly. "Fine, then use your mouth and tell me how you want it, tell me how much you like it, say something, moan, scream, I don't fucking care, I just need to hear you."
He starts moving his hips again, sliding in and out of me slowly while sucking on my nipples. I say nothing aside from the occasional gasp prompting him to growl at me.
He pulls out and grabs me by the hair. "Bella, let me inside you head or let me hear you speak or I'm done."
My mouth drops open. What the fuck? "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." His mouth closes and he remains motionless. His sudden declaration leaves me stunned. It fills me with rage, coupled with a fine layer of lust, which is clouding my need to punish him for his last statement.
"If that is the way you want it. Hear this." I smack him across the face at vampire speed and then I jump up and grab onto him, rolling him over. "Ever been spanked Fuckward?"
I followed that statement by smacking him on the ass repeatedly. I didn't wait for him to respond. I rolled him over onto his back and I press my hands down on his chest. He is trying so hard to look pissed, but what I sense from him now is pure unadulterated fucking arousal. I love the way his scent takes on a whole new realm when he gets like this. I would compare my reaction to it, as I would smelling fresh blood. It turns my need to hump him on overdrive. He pushes his hips up and snakes his hands around my thighs and squeezes, his fingers digging into my skin. He clutches my legs and pushes them away.
"Get off of me." He seethes, but his eyes are not angry, his body is obviously reaching for me. It's seems oddly familiar to me.
In a moment of brief sanity, I realize what he's doing. Fuckedyhell! It's one of my fantasies. I had pictured him speaking to me this way, handling me roughly. Oh. My. God. This is hot.
I pin him once again and hold back a chuckle as he "tries" to escape my grasp.
"You are in so much trouble."
He licks his lips. "Am I?"
I think Edward enjoyed playing master and slave more than I did, although I won't deny my own twisted thrill in controlling him. What tickles me is that it required no manipulation, just my voice. It was an afternoon of me teasing him relentlessly, bossing him around and relishing in the fact that we are two immensely strong creatures. What is it about being able to take down trees while fucking that fills me with a tremendous sense of empowerment? In any case, our sexcapades seem to wind down after a few hours and we headed home.
We approached the house to see two Cadillac Escalades parked in front bearing many pairs of skis.
"Carmen's here." Edward said with a laugh.
*************
Carmen. She has skies. She is way too excited about this impromptu ski trip. She bought me a new ski outfit. Pink. Complete with a matching knit cap. Ew.
My natural instinct was to protest. I contemplated having Edward rip them off my body just so I wouldn't have to take the blame for shredding this hideous outerwear. The problem is that Carmen is most the most polite person on this planet. Despite her rapid fire speech I can make out all every please, thank you and May I? She gushed fucking happiness and rainbows when she spoke. It is mildly refreshing and yet I feel defeated by being talked into this. She wants to take us to a Mt. McKinley, a semi popular ski destination. I tried to counter her requests with a reminder that human interaction is a big no no for me right now. She smiled and told me not to worry. She then informed me that she and Eleazar own the ski resort in which we are going, which is closed for 'maintenance.' We would be the only ones to grace the side of the mountain today. Darn!
So, with great apprehension I ride shotgun, with Carmen's runaway lips talking nonstop the entire way. She spoke to Alice for quite a while about real estate. Alice can see future property values and they buy and sell accordingly adding to the mass amount of money strewn about various banks, in stocks, bonds, off shore accounts, hidden away in mattresses and it is all controlled by Edward. He and Alice are the monetary masterminds behind the Cullen fortune and no doubt acting as the financial advisors to their cousins here in Alaska. They are at a point where money is something that they simply collect. Living expenses, even with Alice's shopping habits, are nothing more than a few pennies from there expansive piles of cash.
"Ican'tthankyouenoughEdward,
." Carmen would never be able to speak that fast in she actually needed to breath.
He chuckled. "You should have never listened to him."
"Howwerewesupposedtoknow?

.
.
Anyways,welearnedourlesson."
I turned to the back. "Carlisle is horrible with money?"
Everyone in the car laughed.
"He puts my spending habits to shame." Alice said.
Jazz shook his head. "He was always getting involved in some get-rich-quick scheme or some bogus investment and let's not forget about his charities." He said that last word with his fingers motioning quotation marks.
"He also has this absurd notion that he some kind of entrepreneur. He likes to start businesses that he has no idea how to run," Edward added.
"HeboughtEsmeanisland, forchristssake!" Carmen exclaimed.
"An Island?"
Edward sighed. "Yes, he used every penny we had and to buy a small island off the coast of Rio. It was a gift for Esme."
Wow, he bought his wife a fucking island? Esme is way spoiled.
I smiled at Edward and batted my lashes. "I want one."
I watched as he swallowed and floundered over what to say.
"Edward, I was kidding."
He breathed a sigh of relief and then leaned forward and whispered. "You know, we can always borrow the island. I don't think Esme would mind. They rarely use it."
I drifted in and out of paying attention to Carmen and daydreaming about a tropical island.
Carmen praised me for going the vegetarian path. Apparently this is a rarity for immortals. Only hands full of covens in the world share our eye color. The majority of the vamp population can't be bothered with things like respect for the living. She tells me that vampires as a species are quick to disconnect from our human selves partly due to the fact that our human memories fade away over time. I whip my head around to Edward. I send him a furious glare and hope he can feel my sheer irritation at yet another thing he has neglected to tell me.
Carmen's words made me flinch and Edward's guilty as fuck facial expression spurs me to turn and face the window. I smile and nod at Carmen's nonstop polite conversation, but my mind is somewhere else completely. My brain pounces and scans through memories, Charlie and Renee mostly. It is strange to say the least. My perfect recall is flawed with fuzzy recollections, curbed flashbacks and discombobulated recapture of events in my life that should be clear as day, but they are not.
To make matters worse, my propensity for drama was swirling in my mind in full force. How is it possible for our all-powerful brains to loose out on seventeen years of memories, yet it is able to retain every microscopic detail from now until whenever the fuck this screwball existence comes to an end? Will it ever end? I will be alive and not breathing two hundred years from now. The term forever just became a web of space and time that I can't begin to wrap my brain around. I shift my thoughts to myself. It is bizarre to think of myself of something other than human. I look down at my hand. It looks like a human hand, not a skull crushing tool of death. My pretty fingernails look like fingernails, not skin slicing razor blades, but they are. I suppose I am not used to being a predator, but what freaks me out is how easily I can go from an out spoken PETA member to tackling grizzly bears and Bambi and using them for lunch. Damn these vampire Instincts! They can not be denied and I can no longer deny what I am. I am a vegetarian vampire who sparkles in the sun. I almost laugh out loud at the oxy moron. Dracula fans would be so pissed to know the sparkly truth.
This is how I find myself about to ski to my death. Unfortunately, my brain still harbors the fear of the klutz that was Bella Swan remaining in this body. Standing by the lift, waiting to embarrass myself for sure, Emmett and Rose are in front of us.
"Is the lift really necessary? I mean... Let's just run up the fucking hill."
Edward puts his arm around my shoulder and smiles. "You are not clumsy anymore. It will come naturally, you'll see."
Just imagine...
Me with pointy objects strapped to my feet while traveling down the side of a snowy, possibly icy mountain at unknown speeds. The thought horrifies me.
I stiffen in place and decide to go the whiny route as a last ditch effort to get out of this.
"The last time I participated in family fun time, I had my arm ripped off." I just made Emmett smack himself in the head. "No. Thank. You."
Rose laughed and then they moved forward and were whisked away by the lift. I sighed.
"Come on." Edward said and then he tapped my arm and we made your way to the lift. I watched nervously as it came around the corner, mocking me in its utter potential for disaster. Edward laughed and put his arm around my waist and stared at me. The three seconds of Edward's gaze distracted me as the lift came underneath us and lifted us into the air, up the mountain.
The lift was not as frightening as I thought it would be. It is actually kind of nice, the mountain is beautiful. I wouldn't mind just riding on the lift all day.
Edward gave me a few tips on the ride up. He promised that my first run would be an easy one. He insisted that vampires have natural grace and balance. I prayed to god that I would not be the first clumsy vampire in existence. It would be my luck...
By some miracle, I made it off the lift and onto my feet without falling. I followed Edward to a green trail and with minimal guidance managed to slide my way down to the bottom, as Edward skied circles around me, literally. Based on his boredom and my performance on the first run, he took us on a blue trail next. The terrain was steeper, but the powdery snow made me descend effortlessly. Emmett passed us in a blur and called Edward a wusspire. I busted out Rosalie's signature move and waved him away to go chase his brother. Carlisle flew by without a word and Esme followed but slowed down and kept at my pace for a bit. After a minute she looked at me and laughed.
"Come on Bella. Move your ass!" And with that she twisted her legs and kicked up enough snow to cover me and then she took off. It was that moment when I snapped out of my fear of klutziness and into my must beat Esme to the bottom of the mountain mode.
Sadly, I finished right behind Esme, but I did catch up. I was gaining on her I swear!
Before long I was whipping down black diamonds and finding it surprising enjoyable.
I only fell once. I blame Edward. I was skiing just behind him, when he stopped suddenly and I gracefully plowed into him. Admittedly, I was staring at his ass, but I am beginning to understand all this talk about newbie's being easily distracted, because his snow pant clad bum turned into a Bella magnet and I couldn't look away. I find that his ass, among various other parts of his body totally divert my attention from whatever the hell I was doing and I won't lie, this happens a lot. Quite frankly, I find it distracting.
So distracting that I made Jazz ride shotgun on the way home and then proceeded to grope Edward until Alice got fed up with our dry humping and threw us out of the car, while it was moving.
The days following our ski adventure took boredom to a whole new meaning.
Time… Somehow time has changed into a crawl. An expanse of seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, and whatever other word can be used to describe what is now an unending existence before me. I am at a severe disadvantage in my current state. My nature, my lust for the forbidden mmm mmm good mortal life force keeps me bound to isolation, with exception of course to my new family. I can not stray far from the house without ample supervision or Edward. I have succumbed to finding new ways to occupy my time.
A new laptop courtesy of Edward moderately hampered the stale passing of moments. Call me silly, but I find myself being highly entertained by harassing my housemates via social networking sites. Emma is moping because I denied his myspace friend request not once, not twice, but three times. I told him that if he changed his screen name to Emma, I would consider accepting a friend request from him, which he quickly dismissed and then Carlisle hacked into his account and changed it anyways. Alice is totally addicted to Twitter and her crackberry, posting her every action for all twelve of her followers to see, seven of which live in this house, from her phone. She even went as far as to sit next to me on the couch, with her crackberry in hand, and sent me a tweet to let me know that I had I something stuck in my teeth.
We essentially stopped speaking to each other. The house was silent except for the clacking of fingers against keyboards and the occasional snicker. Carlisle is the self proclaimed master of anything having to do with technology and he is on the web twenty four hours a day whether it is on his iMac, Macbook or iphone. The man has a Myspace, Facebook, Friendster, Livejournal, Twitter and a slew of other social networking sites that I have never even heard of. He spends gobs of time updating his various profiles, shopping on Ebay and hacking into government databases for kicks. He is also a total Mac snob. His face twisted in disgust when I mentioned the words 'windows.'
"I will not allow a PC in my home." He snorted and kissed the top of his Macbook Pro. "Apple products are far superior to anything Bill Gates has anything to do with, that prick."
Just then, a new email appeared in my inbox from Rose.
To: Sparklysnarkmaster
From: Rosetheblondegoddess
Subject: Bill Gates is the devil
New message: Carlisle has a deep hatred for all things Microsoft, Windows and/or anything related directly or indirectly to Bill Gates. Change the subject and spare us all a Carlisle hissy fit.
Reply from Sparklysnarkmaster: What is his problem with Bill Gates?
From: Rosetheblondegoddess: Bill and Carlisle attended Harvard together in the 70's. I guess you could say that Bill was not the real mastermind behind Microsoft, but he did manage to take all of the credit and not give Carlisle a dime. He also hit on Esme incessantly.
Reply from Sparklysnarkmaster: Sounds like Mr. Gates is a douche.
Reply from: Rosetheblondegoddess: You think?
Even in emails, Rose still manages to come off as a bitch and she doesn't even have to use italics or all caps. Gotta love her!
Jemo and Emma dorked out, in an eight hour session of World of Warcraft, which I pointedly avoided and then repeatedly poked Edward on Facebook and purposely got into multiple Ebay bidding wars with Carlisle. Sadly, even with the obscene number of web sites available to me, if find myself uninterested. I close the laptop and then poked Edward for real.
My formidable fixation of Carlisle's winking got the best of me. I followed him around and counted how many times he winked over a twelve hour period. He winked sixty two times. You don't have to have a vampire super brain to know that anyone who winks sixty two times in a twelve hour period has problems. My prognosis: OWD, Obsessive winking disorder.
"What?" Jasper chuckles. "That is just Carlisle. It's what he does."
"I don't think so. Sixty two times Jazz."
"Why are you so fascinated with this?"
I shrug. "It strikes me as odd."
He gives me a look, an evil kind of look. "If it bothers you that much, why haven't you made him stop?"
"Good question." My attempts at not manipulating for fun are failing miserably. I wander to the bat cave with Jemo in tow. I knock lightly.
"You may enter." Carlisle answers.
As I enter the room, Carlisle is yet again consumed with whatever web site he is visiting. I focus on him.
No winking Carlisle. None.
I walk across the room and sit on the edge of the desk. "Hey Carlisle, looking good." He looks over at me and smiles. He goes for the wink, but instead his face is twitching and squinty causing him to suddenly panic. Carlisle stands up and the look of bemusement and terror on his face makes me shake with laughter. Jemo somehow finds the strength to stop snickering and enters the room.
"What's up Carlisle?" Jasper asks.
Carlisle frowns and turns to me. "Whatever you are doing needs to stop now."
I think not. I let him stew in his squinting and straining the muscles around his eyes, his frustration growing ever more each time he attempted to wink. I had no idea how absolutely fucking hilarious it would be to watch as he contorted his face in unsuccessful attempts as the rest of the family gathered in the bat cave to witness as his rising annoyance caused him to try to manually wink his eye.
"Esme, help me." He said as he reached up and tried his darnedest to pull his eye lid down. She didn't move from her seat, which enraged Carlisle into a complete mantrum. He slammed his fist against the desk causing it to fall to the ground and then he followed up by stomping on it in typical hissy fit fashion. He huffed and looked down at the pile of wood at his feet. "Some one get me a pair of pliers!"
"Pliers? You'll rip your eyelid off." I said using my finest condescending tone. I then sighed as I realized that the fricken thing would probably just grow back or we would reattach it with a good helping of venom.
At that moment Carlisle made a weird retching sound and gasped as he realized what he had done. "Shit, my Mac… Alice, give me your phone." She totally ignored his request.
I took Edward's phone out of my pocket and went straight to the browser and onto Ebay.
"What are doing?" Carlisle peeks over to witness me logging in and he goes for his cell. He pats his pockets and begins looking all around the room.
"I'm out bidding you on the pinball machine and The Werepope first edition comic book."
He scrambled through the remains of the desk and whimpered as he picked up a shard if silver plastic and what looked like a piece of the mangled battery from his cell. "Fuck, my iphone was charging on the desk."
I only gave him back the ability to wink after Esme threatened to destroy my precious sunflowers. I had no choice but to relent, and let Carlisle wink to his hearts content.
From there I watered said sunflowers, showered, read an entire series of books, and then watched TV for a bit with Alice and Jasper.
"What are you watching?" I ask.
"True Blood." Alice answered. "It's a show about vampires."
"Is it even remotely accurate?"
Jasper snorted. "No. These vampires have come out of the closet so to speak and they drink synthetic blood out of a bottle and of course, they can not go out in the sun with out being burned to a crisp. I can not deny the human perception of vampire folklore is rather amusing. All the nonsense myths about garlic, sunlight, stakes to the heart, coffins... Funny really, but lets be realistic, we do not want the sparkling thing to get out. We are supposed to be evil. It would ruin our reputation."
Then it went a little something like this...
Hunting with Edward
Sex with Edward.
Shower with Edward.
Sex in the shower with Edward.
Helping Edward replace the now broken tiles and shower head.
I alphabetized Edward's CD's and DVD's, snuck a Wham T-Shirt in with Carlisle's collection of decrepit clothing, caused mayhem in my closet by rearranging everything and possibility pissing off Alice again, played cards with Jasper and Emma with and without cheating, I did laundry, went all ninja and round housed a couple of trees to chop up for fire wood, learned how to speak Japanese, I stole everyone's cell phones and replaced Emmett's name with Emma and Jasper's name to Jemo, taught myself how to knit and purposely made god awful sweaters for everyone in the house and consequently had to MAKE Alice not burn hers, followed Esme around just to make her nervous and had sex with Edward, twice. Fine. Six times.
And now I sit in front of the fire pit, watching the flames die down. Jasper comes out the back door and grabs a few of pieces of wood, pitching them over into the pit. He is dressed in tight blue jeans and a faded flannel shirt and... I snort, a cowboy hat.
"Howdy partner."
He sits across from me. "Shut up. I was born in Texas."
I sigh and let his funny hat lighten my mood.
"Jasper? Can vampires go insane?"
"Sure." He didn't seem at all disturbed by this question. He grabbed the highly coveted fire pokey stick and poked away. I slid down onto the ground and brought my knees to my chest.
"You're not insane." He said dryly.
"But you said it was possible."
"It is, but you are not insane. You're young."
"Tell me J, how long is it going to take until I'm not a stinking newb anymore?"
He sighed. "Just get used it. It's going to be a while."
"Months?"
He said nothing. He didn't even move. This is not a good sign. "A year?"
He shrugged. "Everyone is different Bella. I don't know it will be for you."
He grabs a few more pieces of wood and throws them in before nudging his hat lower and putting his feet up on a rock.
"I can't believe that Alice is allowing you to where that."
"Emmett isn't the only one who likes costumes. Alice loves her cowboy."
"Why does that not surprise me? Are all vampires obsessed with sex?"
"I do not know every vampire in existence, so I could not say."
"Well OK, but of the vampires you know... Does everyone just hump like bunnies?"
He laughed. "Don't be so naïve Bella. Everyone likes sex. Humans and vampires alike."
"Sorry for going all uneducated on you, but I only had sex once as a human, and well, we all know how that turned out."
He flicked up his hat and looked at me. "Edward was your first?"
"Um... Yeah."
"Let's put it this way, once you have good sex, human or otherwise, you want more. We are just prone to having more than what a human would consider to be a normal amount of sex, because we have the capacity to do it over and over again and never tire." He stretched his arms up and crossed them behind his head. With a new smugness he says, "I know that you are enjoying yourself immensely, so just let it go. Have sex with Edward day and night if that is what you want to do. We may tease you, but no one will judge you for it. We have all been there. I thought Alice already explained this to you."
"She did."
"Then why are you questioning it?"
"I'm not. I'm just..." I shook my head. "Obviously, my prevamp sex life was nonexistent and now... I like sex. A lot. I want to have it all of the time. It takes up a good part of my day, every day, all the time... I find it almost impossible to be with Edward and think straight. His mere presence turns my brain into a pornographic pile of mush. We talk, but our conversations are usually cut short if you know what I mean."
He sighed and leaned back. "Listen Bella, I know this is not what you want to hear, but you need to give it time. You are young. Heck, I am still quite young by vampire standards. You are actually pretty lucky; the newly turned are insatiable in one of two ways. The first being blood of course and the second being sex. If you were not having sex, all of that energy would be put in your thirst, and your drive to kill. You personally have a good balance of the two, but if it's too much for you just tell Edward to back off a bit."
I can't help but smile. "I am usually the instigator. I'm the one attacking him, mostly..."
"It's not like he's complaining. Believe me when I tell you the emotions you and Edward have been feeling are one in the same, aside from the bloodlust. The combination of the two of you makes for a severely intense coupling. You being you and Edward having almost one hundred years of sexual repression to deal with. I would say that you are equally matched in terms to your desire for each other."
"You mean Edward was really a virgin before me?"
"Yes, did you think otherwise?"
"Well, I just assumed he had…" I was not going to grace Jemo with any details, but Edward's performance and knowledge of how to make me come in less than a minute made me think he was indeed more experienced than I. A hundred year old virgin? Why am I not buying this?
Jasper shook his head. "I can feel your doubt in him. I know it sounds crazy but you have to remember that Edward was turned in 1918. It was a different time; Back then people saved them selves for marriage and Edward held on to that principle. He refused to have sex with someone for the sake of pleasure alone. He wanted to wait until he found a woman who he loved."
"Do you think he loved me? I mean, really loved me when I was human?"
He nodded. "Did you know that once turned, vampires do not change emotionally?"
"No."
"It's true. It is not just our bodies that stay inanimate, but our psyches as well, with one exception."
"And that exception is?"
"When we find our mate, something changes. It is difficult to explain, but before mating our primary focus is blood. Nothing more, nothing less. When we find who we are destined to be with, we change. I saw that change in Edward the first day he met you. You were his singer Bella. I have never known a vampire to not immediately feed off of and kill their singer. Do you remember that after seeing Edward for the first time, he disappeared for a few days?"
"Yes."
"He left because he thought he would kill you if he stayed."
I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in Jasper's words. Edward had already told me this, but somehow it is just now sinking in. My brain make work a hell of a lot quicker now than it once did but I just can not comprehend how he was able to with stand the call of my blood. Even with my very limited exposure to humans, I doubt that the juicy mortal I came across was my singer.
Jasper chuckled. "Oh Edward, Edward, Edward... The poor bastard saw you, fell in love with you and then smelled the most potent blood he has ever smelled. He has never wanted to kill someone the way he wanted to kill you, but he couldn't bare the thought of you dead, so he ran to Alaska."
"He came here?"
"He hid out with Eleazar and Carmen for a few days."
"And Tanya." I said her name with scorn and a touch of jealousy.
He rolled his eyes. "Please Bella, no need to be jealous."
"I can't help it!!! She looks like a goddess and she makes it painfully obvious that she wants my man. The damn skanksquatch makes my fucking skin crawl."
He laughed then, prompting me to give him a quick slap upside of his emo head.
"Hey! Don't hit me!"
"I didn't hit you, I simply five fived your face." I said and then stuck my tongue out at him. Immature I know, but what can I say?
"Christ, don't let Tanya get you so worked up. Carlisle wasn't joking when he called her a succubus. You could say that she has a gift for seduction, but you have nothing to worry about. Edward has made it abundantly clear on several occasions that he is not interested."
"So every keeps saying, but she keeps instigating me. Making rude comments and then trying to bring a human here… She is dangerously close to getting a beat down courtesy of moi."
He sighed a lazy sigh. "I am not saying she doesn't deserve that. What she did was a low blow, even for Tanya. The woman has been chasing Edward for literally decades and he is the only man who has ever denied her. She is behaving this way because she is insanely jealous of you Bella. Believe me, when she was here, I could feel it."
"Well, if she keeps this shit up, I will not hesitate to make her stay the hell away and if she thinks about tempting me with another human visitor, a beat down from me will be the least of her worries. No joke."
He laughed. "I wouldn't blame you."
I sit back and looked up at the night sky. The mention of the succubitch has me antsy, itching for a run, maybe a deer or two. I squirm and move around but am unable to find any comfort right now. The fire is not keeping my interest, the house feels too confined, and I don't know what to do with myself. Maybe I'll go wrestle Emma… Nah, too much effort.
"What's up? Why the sudden unease?"
"I feel... I think I miss sleep."
"Yes, the no sleep thing is a bitch." He nodded. "Just try and relax. We may not need the physical rest, but mental exhaustion is still possible. You've been using your gift a lot. It takes energy for you to do what you do. And I am not sure if you realize, but when you let Edward read your mind for twenty four hours, you had to work to keep that manipulation going. Using your gift for twenty four hours non-stop is difficult and exhausting. You're tired."
Jemo took pity on my state and kept the fire going. Edward joined us shortly after. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled my neck sweetly, every once in a while kissing my scar. I ended up lying on him, tangling our limbs together but keeping it chaste. Just when I thought the silence was getting to me, Edward leaned his head close to my ear and began to hum. The melody swept into my ear and I can feel the vibrations on my skin. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep in his arms until Emma emerged from the house and sat next to us with a thud.
"Here Jazz."
I peeked an eye open to see him hand a large box over to Jasper. "I see you added your Rocky Horror DVD."
Emma rolled his eyes. "Might as well destroy it. I will never watch it again."
Jasper stood up. "You ready now?"
"Yep." Emma answered.
"You in Edward?" Jasper asked.
"What are they talking about?" I ask.
"Feel like a run?" He asked with a smirk.
"Sure, where are we going?"
He stood and took my hand, guiding me up. "To blow off a little steam. Come on, I think you'll enjoy this."
Edward and I ran ahead and met up with Jemo and Emma thirty miles north of the house. Emma had the box containing his DVD and miscellaneous other items. Jasper emerged with two large brief cases. He put them gingerly on the ground and opened the lock on the first one with a click. He opened the case, reached down and pulled out a good sized revolver. He loaded the weapon while Emma took the items from the box positioning them through the wooded area. Jasper spun his gun over his finger and smiled.
"I like guns."
I watched as the three male vamps took turns shooting the crap Emma had strategically placed, the Rocky Horror DVD being the farthest away. They hooted and hollered every time they shot something. This is the showdown at the Cullen Coral.
It didn't take long before I grew tired of just watching. "I want a turn."
All three of them turned to me, each one bearing a shit eating grin. Jasper walked to me and starting explaining how one shoots a gun. I roll my eyes. Fucking smugpires. I shake my head and hold out my hand; motioning for him to give it to me.
He hesitates.
"It's just a gun. It's not like I can kill you with it."
He's thinking about it. He looks at Edward who shrugs. Little Emma looks a tad uneasy.
Jazz flips the gun in this palm, offering it to me. I take it slowly and marvel at how light it is. This doesn't feel like any of Charlie's guns. Charlie may have had some negligent habits in parenting, but one thing he was adamant about was self defense. I shot my first gun at the age of six, which is partly why my mother promptly divorced him. The separation of our family made Charlie back off on the shooting lessons until I was twelve, untold to my peace loving gun hating mother.
He took me target shooting only. I never hunted. I always had a good eye, but I was stuck with small firearms. Nothing too powerful, as my one hundred ten pound body could only handle so much power without a serious kickback. During lessons, I landed on my ass a few times, and by a few, I mean quite a bit. Pesky shotguns were huge!
This bullet wielding hunk of steel in my hands is delicate. I could crush it, right now with minimal pressure from my fingers, but where is the fun in that? I raise my arm and aim toward the Rocky Horror DVD. I shoot. The DVD is now in many, many pieces.
I step back and look at Jasper. "Got anything bigger?"
Jemo and Emma looked at me in disbelief. Edward laughed reached down into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "What's up Alice?"
He stilled and furrowed his brow. "Are you kidding me? When?" He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. "Two hours? We'll be there shortly."
He turned and with a grin said, "We need to get home."
"Something wrong?" Jasper asked.
Edward sighed. "Uncle Aro is coming to visit."
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