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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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I had tunnel vision. No, I had Edward-vision. He was all I could see. His eyes... they were on fire, a deep gold disappearing under flames of dark lust and hunger. He looked plain livid, growling and on the verge either throwing a fit or throwing me down on the floor and fucking me just to prove a point.
I didn 't give him a chance to decide.
I tossed Vicky aside and jumped the distance between us, tackling him with enough force to send us both tumbling backward out the door, off the porch and into the yard. I hardly noticed the grass beneath me. I hardly noticed anything except him. His hands on me incited body wide epiphanies. Every piece of me was involuntarily rejoicing. My hands celebrated in his hair, over his jaw, up and down his back under his shirt, everywhere I could touch. My eyes were moving over his form, locked with his for brief moments and otherwise compelled to just look at him. My thighs around his hips, feet across his ass squeezing and making us closer. My mind swam in Edward. Edward. Edward. Edward. Indisputable Bella magnet.
Touching him had never been so wildly charged and we weren't even having sex. We were just touching each other, both of us holding on for dear life even though we're both obsessively willing.
I wanted to laugh and cry, scream and whisper, my breathes coming in pants, embarrassingly excited and breathless over him. Our mouths met in a sloppy kiss, lips and tongues dancing against each others. Pulling at each other, our hands in each others hair, pulling and yanking. Everything so frenzied and with an intensity that made my hands shake.
And then I smelled him. I mean really smelled him. A crazy mix of desperation and euphoria surged within me.
His scent... It drove me wild.
I couldn't let go of him.
I couldn't stop kissing him.
I couldn't stop sniffing him up like cocaine.
I ignored the applause from the front porch and frantically tore open his shirt, placing my palm on his chest. The feel of his bare skin against my hand simply wrecked me. I broke our kiss ands shoved my face into his neck where his scent is the strongest. After one deep inhale my entire body shook and then I bit him.
I can not tell you what compelled me to do it. I just had to.
It was some kind of crazy vampy instinct I couldn't control. Nothing could have stopped me. I sank my teeth into his neck hard enough to draw venom. And I fucking liked it.
I started sucking on the wound and he pushed his hips into mine, grinding up against me. I came right there. I moaned and shuddered and shamelessly rubbed myself up against him wanting more. I licked the bite mark, spreading my cool thick venom over the ragged skin I pierced with my teeth.
"She is fucking hard core." I heard Aro say from the porch.
"Is an orgy absolutely out of the question?" Jesus asked.
Then we were running. Well... Edward was running and carrying me as my hands refused to break their hold on his back, my legs wrapped around his waist. He didn't run far, just out of vampire ear-shot of the house before he stopped.
He held me, his hands around my ass gently kneading while I took a few more huffs of his scent. When I looked up at him, he placed me down on my feet and took my head in his hands. He spent several minutes staring at me. His eyes roaming over my face, taking his own mental inventory of me. It was oddly comforting.
He smirked before running his fingers over the bite mark on his neck. "You marked me."
I didn't know how to respond. I look at the deep gash on his neck and can't believe I did that, yet I find myself smiling at the sight of it, proud of it. Watching him touch it is making me breathe hard. I am going to attack him again I think. I want to touch, grasp, lick, suck and savor his taste on my tongue. I want to fucking consume him.
But it's Edward who attacks first. I'm on my knees with him behind me ripping away clothing and rubbing himself against my backside. He slides his upper body over mine and leans in toward my ear. "I feel it too," he whispers. "That need to claim you."
He brought one hand around my neck and traced my scar with the tip of his finger.
"I came so hard the moment my teeth sliced into your neck," he whispered as he pushed into me. We both stilled, relishing the feeling of being this close together. Him inside me felt immensely good on so many levels. Physically my body tingled and squirmed when his hands glided down my back and over my ass. His fingers ghosted over the tight opening there, sliding back and forth and teasing me. My eyes popped open in anticipation. Is he going to put his finger in there...? Oh my. We had never done that before...
It was kind of frightening yet exhilarating. Edward started rocking his hips slowly as his finger continued it's teasing dance peeking my curiosity of what it would feel like to have my bum penetrated. God! I can't believe I'm thinking this but I kind of want him to...
"Yeah..." I panted out. "Do it. I want you to."
I leaned forward a bit then pushed back and felt his cock go deep inside me and his finger too. I hissed and moaned and took my upper body lower, wanting him to go deeper. It was total and complete ecstasy yet not enough. It wasn't nearly enough. I started moving into him fast and hard. He put his other hand on my hip and guided my body to his, letting me do all the work. I didn't mind at all.
I looked back to see his lips parted. He was looking down watching me move around him and staring at his finger as he slid it in and out of my ass. It only spurred me to move faster, push harder. I want to make him cum so hard. I want to make him to feel like he's exploding. I want to do everything, touch him everywhere and make him feel good, as good as he makes me feel. This fucking man has made we me the luckiest woman alive, Er... Or dead or whatever. His oral attentiveness knows no bounds. It's a beautiful thing.
I want to watch his face when he comes, the look of peace that crosses his features. It's Edward at his most vulnerable, his most beautiful, blissed out and perfect. I want him to know how much I love him, how much I need him. Does he have any idea how much I need him? How much I crave him? How much my body ached for him while he was gone?
He started moving with me, "Yes, God yes... I know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Leaning over me, he dragged his teeth across my shoulder, licking and sucking, slowing his movements except for his fingers which he had relocated to between my legs and his other hand palming my breast. He took his time with gentle caresses but my ravenous instincts weren't finished just yet.
"More." I demanded turning around and pushing him onto his back as I crawl up his body.
"More?" He asks, his lips slightly parted with just a hint of grin. His hair all over the place, a few wisps fallen over his eyes. His eyes... So dark. Pitch black and sexy as hell.
I purred for the first time ever.
I straddled him and ran my hands over his chest. All of my energy shifts into my fingers as they touch him. It was like my first day as a vampire all over again. I couldn't control the speed of my movements. My hands were blurs of color moving over him.
Words began leaving my mouth rushed, wanton and involuntary. "More. Now. In. In. In. In. I need you. Now."
I reached down and took his cock in my hand, guiding him into me and I rode him hard. This was no time for sweet love making. This is a baser form of me taking control in a primal way that is so... animal. So... not human. So... vampire.
I embrace it. I fucking revel in it.
I purred again.
Edward really liked that. He pushed up his hips, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling me down onto him. "Yeah... give me the animal. Let me see you dark and possessive." He looked me in the eye as I growled and raked my nails down his chest. He growled back and said, "Take me."
I look at the mark I left on his neck and it becomes crystal clear to me why I did it. He is mine. I had to claim him, mark him as my own. Call me jealous, young, naive, whatever. It doesn't matter. I like seeing my mark on him, knowing that it will scar. An eternal reminder of who he belongs to.
I grip his shoulders. Mine
He groaned, "I love seeing you like this. So hungry for me."
Mine to take, mine to touch and taste. For Bella's use only.
I didn't care that he was hearing my inner confessions of obsession and wild possessiveness of him. I wanted him to know I plotted the demise of a massage therapist or two.
I used his body as an object for my pleasure. I beat on his chest and arms when I thought about our time apart. Our hard fucking acting as an outlet for me to take out some of my pent up rage on him. The rougher I got, the more frantic he became.
Edward rolled us over so that he was hovering above me. He squeezed my breasts, sucked on my nipples and worked my clit with his renegade fingers taking me right to the edge of orgasm and then slowing down. Of course, I got frustrated and he in turn pinned me down. I struggled under his hold until he growled and put both of his hands on my head and lunged for my neck, putting his teeth against my scar. Not biting, just scraping his teeth against my skin, reminding me that I was his.
And I stopped moving because he is absolutely right. He totally owns me.
My body stilled in an act of submission. He let go of my neck and looked at me with an almost stunned expression. His hand now on his own erection, stroking himself a few times before he put his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed them up as he pulled him self down, his head between my legs.
I mentally begged for it.
I wanted to feel his mouth on me so- at vampire speed my telepathic cunnilingus master took over and had me unabashedly pushing my pussy into his face in mere seconds, but like the tease he is, as soon as I was on the verge of coming he would change speeds or technique, drawing it out as long as he could over and over. He finally slipped two fingers inside me and curled them up, causing all kinds of unintelligible words to leave my mouth as I came. I decided I like to be teased because that was the single most intense orgasm I have ever had. All that anticipation only heightened it, making my entire body shake before it really even started and it lasted soooooooooooooo long.
Then he did it again. And again. And again.
He loves me.
Or he's trying to make up for something. Probably both.
He laughed and pushed himself up beside me, his arms and legs draped over me, occasionally squeezing as he whispered that he missed me. This is way better than spooning with Rosalie.
"Um..." Edward looked perplexed. "Rose? Seriously?" He paused. "Did you... Make her?"
I slapped his arm and shifted slightly away from him, letting him know I'm kinda offended. I don't have to make people hug me.
That's was it. I slammed to door to my head shut and locked it too. No more mind reading for Assward.
Hmp! Yeah, she hugged me. I bet she would hug me again if I took this opportunity to kick him in the balls.
We both heard his cell phone vibrating in the bushes. He jumped up and grabbed the phone only to open it and then promptly close it.
"Come," he said holding out his hand to me.
"Home?' I don't want to go home. Too many people.
"No, someplace private."
"Ok" I whispered and slid my hand up his forearm. My fingers brushed over his ribs and down hips and I became totally distracted. I wanted to run, but I was too busy hugging and grinding on him.
So he carried me, again.
He stopped and set me down facing him, his hands on my shoulders. He grinned and leaned in to kiss my forehead then turned me around. We faced a small cottage made of stone.
"Are we breaking and entering?"
He pursed his lips. "We're are still on our property. I had this built this for you. Well... For us."
I looked up at him. "For us?"
Was I just thinking about kicking him in the balls? Scratch that. Perhaps a blow job instead.
He ran his hands through my hair. "I wanted us to have a place that is ours, just ours."
I was stunned silent as he led me inside. It is one large room, a fire place in the far wall, a giant claw foot tub in the corner. The furniture was minimal, a sofa, a chaise and cases filled with books lined the walls. I wiggled my toes on the incredibly soft carpet under my feet.
I leaned up and kissed him. "Thank you. This is... I love it."
He beamed a brilliant smile and took my hand, seating me on the couch while he filled the tub and built a fire. We bathed together, the tub the perfect size for both of us with enough wiggle room for other activities like sex, which we had immediately as neither one of us was even close to being satisfied. The tub was refilled with scalding hot water and we talked. Well... Edward talked and I did nothing buy enjoy the feel of his wet bare skin slippery under my fingers as I explored him. He told me of Vegas and how much he detested the city. Too many people, too many voices filled with greed and entirely to much distance between us. He hadn't done so well there. He started off strong and then became too distracted to be of any good on the money making front. I smiled in spite of the fact that everyone would be pissed that he hadn't won much. I didn't care about the money. I was just glad that he was here with me in our little love shack.
"You were all I could think about." He repeated that sentence a few times, each time kissing my face.
He told me the entire family helped build this place for us while I thought they were out hunting. They all knew we needed a place to escape, a place to enjoy each other without prying eyes or ears.
He washes my back. "So... Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"
"You don't know?" I shot him a questioning glance. "I thought Carlisle had been texting you."
"Yes, only to ask about Esme and the money..." His hands glided over my shoulders and he squeezed, massaging me. "I see the babysitters arrived."
"Yes." I smirk.
"Did they give you any trouble?"
"I wouldn't say trouble." He eyed me suspiciously.
"Out with it." His fingers slipped between my arms and torso and he tickled me. Sneaky bastard dunked me too! "You were all high. That I could tell. I want details."
The water had gone cold again. He slipped out from behind me and handed me a huge fluffy towel. We dried off and laid in front of the fire. He looked at me expectantly and I started talking.
"Ok, well..."
I decided to give him an abridged version of what transpired, minus my near dietary indiscretion.
I sighed. "Fucking Carlisle..." I told him of Carlisle's stupid Facebooking practices and how a strange immortal showed up at our doorstep.
I growled a little bit. "Fucking Jasper!" I told him of Jemo's growing off-shore account, sketchy new cliental and the roller coaster ride he brought me on. The wacky hijinks of the Royal Babysitters, my moment and how I have vowed to take revenge of Jasper for fucking with me when my super powers were on the fritz.
I started babbling, admitting to molesting his poor pillow for smelling like him and then was oddly pleased when Edward told me snatched a pair of my panties before running to Vegas, which he kept in his pocket the entire time, sniffing whenever the opportunity arose.
"And fucking Jesus Christ..." I paused, unsure of how to describe him. "Wow... That is one horny mother fucker... And his girlfriend can juggle like the devil. She-"
"Vicky?" He asked, interrupting me. "The woman who was giving you a lap dance?"
I winced. "I'm sorry about that."
I slowly brought my head up to look at him. He looked pissed again and I cringed. His eyes were dark, his expression and body language stiff and serious. He sits up and grabs my arm, tugging lightly for me to join him. His fingers pushed into my hips and lifted me up so that I am sitting on my knees. He leaned forward putting his lips to my ear and whispers, "You've been naughty."
He smiled at me then, pulling back and putting his hands on my shoulders. "Do you know what happens to naughty little girls?"
I remain silent as he runs one finger from my chin in between my breasts and onto my stomach. His fingers lingered around my belly button until they moved lower. I arched by back and his hand stopped, right above where I wanted it to be.
"They get punished." His tone is firm, harsh as he smacks lightly in between my legs. I just drenched my panties as he towered over me, looking down at me, reminding me that he is bigger than me. I watched him take a deep breathe through his nose knowing the scent of my arousal is heavy in the air.
He slipped from my arms and reached behind the couch, turning with his hands behind his back. He walked back to me causally, stopping in front me and lifting my chin. "Since you got a lap dance, I think it's only fair that I get one as well. Don't you agree?" Dangling from his hand is the black lingerie I have been avoiding, the boots too.
Ah shit.
I froze staring at the lingerie totally mortified at what he is suggesting. Wearing that slutty get up? Sure, no problem. Dancing? Seductively? Not so sure about that.
I have vague recollections of a torturous high school drunken party where pure grain alcohol robbed me of inhibition long enough for me to embarrass myself by dancing. I was described as looking like a flailing duck. Some bastard got it all on video. It was awful, horrific actually.
I quirk an eyebrow. "Me?"
He laughed. "Of course you. I wouldn't want one from anyone else." He pursed his lips and pretended to look mad as he tossed the clothes onto the chaise.
"That was not my-" He clamped his hand around my mouth.
"Doesn't matter." His fingers strayed from my mouth and slid up and down my jaw. "Dance for me Bella." He's doing that low sultry thing with his voice that makes me shiver.
I groaned, trying to plead with my eyes My hands started wandered up and down his chest in a blatant attempt to distract him.
He grabbed my hands and smirked at me. He's not backing down.
I pout.
He grins. "I'll offer you a choice. You can give me a lap dance right here and now or you can let me spank your ass 50 times inthat outfit back at the house, in the kitchen."
I sigh in resignation and mutter, "You evil bastard."
He chuckled and ran his hands down my stomach, letting his fingers wander lower dipping one finger between my legs, slipping into the wetness there. He pulled them away quickly and sucked them into his mouth. He smirked and promptly kissed me, letting me taste myself on him. I groaned and put my arms around his neck and then kissed the hell out of him, hoping that he would forget all about the silly dancing and just take me here and now. Alas cocky Edward returned and he pulled away giggling.
"I'm going out for more fire wood. I'll be back in three minutes. You are to be dressed and ready when I get back."
In a flash he was gone, leaving behind a slutty goth outfit that was porn worthy. I went back and forth between contemplatingmaking him forget all about the lap dance and swallowing my pride and admitting that I was clamoring for a little 'punishment' Sexward style even if it did involve dancing.
I was dressed in forty five seconds and then I paced and told myself I could do this. Both human and devil Bella agreed. Dressed in matching goth cheerleading outfits they shook their pom poms cheering me on.
Devil Bella snorted. "It's not really dancing. It's just grinding up against him. I think you can manage that." Is it just me or is she starting to sound like Rosalie?
Human Bella nodded enthusiastically and pointed to the ipod on the shelf, suggesting I put on some music.
Music. Right. I zipped over and scrolled through the music selection.
When I heard him approach I was feeling slightly panicked. My hands shook as I searched for a strippable song. I stiffened when the door opened and Edward stepped inside. Without turning or looking at him I said, "Sit on the chaise."
I can do this. I can be fucking sexy. I have natural vampy grace now right?
I picked something slow, but with a good beat that would hopefully guide my body to move with some sex appeal. I put down the ipod and tell myself that it is now or never. I scanned my memory for anything that could help me through this, trying to remember some of Vicky's moves.
As the song began, I was facing away from him. I inhaled. Edward's scent swirled through the air and it calmed me, it soothed me in a way that made me feel like I was melting. I made me want him. It made me want to be sexy for him. I can totally do this.
I flipped my hair back and ran my hands down my torso and around my hips. I turned to face him very slowly and stepped toward him, each step in time with the music, my hips swaying effortlessly to the beat.
He sucked in a breathe. "Fuck..." He sputtered as I closed the distance between us, leaning toward him, but not touching him. I toyed with the fabric covering my breasts, fondling myself and squeezing them together while bending my knees and giving him a great view of my cleavage. I parted my legs and straddled his thigh and smacked his hand away as it reached for me.
"Look but don't touch." I chided, wagging a finger at him. Said finger grabbed his chin and made him look into my eyes, but his eyes only met mine for a only second as they were too busy roaming my body. I scooted away a little and continued to roll my hips and arch my back, looking down to see his erection throbbing under his pants. I smiled as I turned away from him, bending over and using my own hands to cup my ass as I stretched forward then slowly rocked back, my ass brushing up against his crotch.
He moaned, squirmed and panted beneath me and cursed under his breath. I looked back at him in surprise. "Did you just come?"
He nodded. "You look so good. So fucking sexy. I felt like I was going to come the moment I saw you in that... Can I rip it off you now?"
oooOOOooo
I'm buying more lingerie. Immediately.
As we lay in silence I realized that I'm still on edge, fidgeting and not able to keep still. Edward put his hand on my chin and pulled my face up. "Look at me. Are you thirsty? Do you need to hunt?"
"Maybe." I bite my lower lip and shrug.
I did need to hunt. My throat was on fire but I didn't want to move from his embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, inhaling his scent and trying to calm myself down.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "You're shaking."
"I almost ate a human." I blurt out.
"Almost?" He arched an eyebrow and waited for me to continue.
I looked away and took the easy way out, letting him read my mind. I don't want to say anything, but I want him to know everything. I closed my eyes and focused, recalling my twinkie encounter. Every moment sharp and clear in my perfect recall. The memory of the luscious smell of his blood making my throat burn with an intensity. Edward shifted, moving over me and pressing his forehead against mine.
It's working. He knows.
He saw me lose all control and try to suck that delivery man dry. He saw me manipulate Rose, Carlisle and Emmett into letting me. He saw my sorry state when Jasper dumped those revolting emotions on me. He saw me at my weakest point, out of control and pathetic.
"No." He growled. "There is nothing weak about you. You are so strong, so powerful." His fingers danced across my collar bone. "You have managed to resist the ultimate temptation not once, but twice. That is unheard of for someone your age." He spoke the last words softly, affectionally. For once it didn't bother to be reminded of my newborn status.
I scowl in protest. "I wanted to kill him. I really wanted to. I pictured it, I wanted it so bad." My hands balled into fists, my eyes closed. I was a fucking mess!
"I know. But you didn't. You have more control than you think you do. You could have killed him so easily... but you resisted. That is not pathetic. That is incredible."
That did it. I mashed my face into his neck and inhaled. I pulled him down to kiss me, the taste of his lips danced on my tongue and his sounds... Uh... breathing heavy, gasps and whispering my name, his voice desperate but reverent, softly begging me to make love to him. I couldn't deny him.
If ever perfect love was made, it was this. Edward lit candles and added more wood to the fire, casting a warm glow into the room. He spread pillows on the floor and pulled me down beside him. He took his time kissing trails up and down my arms and legs, whispering sweet words of his love for me, his awe in my abilities and his pure elation of our private time together.
I lost myself in him, again. I was unable to form coherent words, I just held him tightly, unable to accept even the tiniest distance between us. When he shifted back, I shifted forward. When he kissed me, I kissed him back ten fold. My possessive nature coming out in full force as I refuse to let go of him, even for a second. Everything from these past few days came back at me with a vengeance. My body still in the throws of ache for him, even though he is right here in my arms. I held him so tight, my body shook and a sob tore through me.
"Shhh, it's alright. I'm here," he whispers and scoops me up bridal style and carries me to the sofa. I look at my teeth marks on his neck and I whimper. "Fuck Edward, I'm so sorry."
His perfect neck... I marred him in a selfish desire to claim him.
"No love, don't apologize." He ran his finger over the scar on his neck. "I love that you marked me, I do. I'm the one who needs to apologize." He gently cups my face and looks at me. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight before I left. I... I fucked up or I was fucked up at the time." He smirks, reminding me that he was under Jasper's influence. "Bella, I had no idea how being away from you would effect me. I missed you so much."
"Don't leave me again." I whispered in desperation. He needed to know that I couldn't live without him. "Please don't ever leave me."
"Never." He promised before he attacked me with his mouth. Any hope for giving him hell for leaving me was lost. I had to remember what Alice said. To let everything else go and just be with him.
My decision has been made. If sacrificing a little irritation at Edward means we can have our marathon sex, then so be it.
I can always fight with him later.
oooOOOooo
Edward's phone beeped and we ignored it again. That was the sixteenth text he'd gotten over the last forty minutes.
"Should you check that?"
He shrugged then buried his face in my hair. "It can wait."
He inhaled deeply and wrapped his arms around me. Then his head popped up. "Or maybe not." He groaned. "Alice is coming."
oooOOOooo
"I need you to come home. We have a situation I think..." Alice looked disheveled, her hair out of place, her clothes rumpled and wrinkled.
Edward was clearly annoyed as he huffed and then motioned for her to come inside.
I couldn't resist. "You look like shit."
She scowled and started talking a vampire speed, her racing lips putting Carmen's to shame.
The short version is that the vampires of Facebook are buzzing over Jemo and her most recent visions include hordes of dope starved immortals descending upon Alaska looking for a fix.
Alice didn't just come right out and say that, she gave a twelve minute play by play of visions, theories and otherwise babbled nonsense that eventually ended in her screaming,"The junkies are coming!"
"Jesus Alice. You're still high!" Edward yelled then pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
Alice looked embarrassed while shaking her head yes. "Don't dismiss me, there's more..."
It turns out that among the bored immortals coming our way, there is many a member of the Volturi guard, almost the entire guard in fact.
"What does that mean?"
"It means Aro is up to something." Alice replied.
"They all have Facebook accounts, they could be coming to simply get stoned." Edward sounded nonchalant.
"The entire guard Edward? I don't think so. I can't see the outcome for any of them, which means no decisions have been made. None of them! It's too convenient, this has Aro written all over it."
"What do you think he's trying to do?" I ask.
"He's planning something, I just know it! Aro knows my gift well and he loves to try and beat me at my own game. He is not making any serious decisions nor is a single guard member. He's trying to catch us off guard."
Edward went stiff. "You think..." He growled low in his chest. "Who?"
"I don't know! I can't see anything." She gave me a quick glance and sighed. "Edward, come home and read his mind. We need more information before we act."
I frowned and looked at Edward. "What?"
"We should go," he said softly.
Alice started wringing her hands together. "Oh and Jane is gone."
"What?" I repeated.
"She and Vicky kind of hit it off and well... They ran away together."
We dressed and ran toward home all the while Alice filling is in on Jasper's new business plan. Guided by Alice's visions, Carlisle, Esme, Rose, Emmett and Caius are heading off incoming immortals before they enter Alaska, breaking the news that any time with Jemo is by appointment only. They worked together booking out Jasper for the highest bidder. In six hours time, they had him booked solid for the next year. If you could not pay an exorbitant amount of money, then you were put on a waiting list for Jemo's services.
Mid-run, Edward grabbed my hand and stopped me, nodding at Alice who ran home without us. He needed to tell me something before we got there, the story of the Volturi Guard and how they came to be. I already knew that being the oldest vampire in existence gave Aro some kind of leading rights but what I didn't know was that his little jaunts away from his castle weren't just to party with Carlisle. He was scouting out new talent. Almost every guard member was gained this way. Aro is a collector, he travels all over the world looking for powerful immortals that could provide him with protection courtesy of their gifts. He also told me that most vamps were nomads, secretive and territorial. Large covens were frowned upon and watched closely. The Cullen clan was no exception. We had a telepath, a psychic, a empath and now a manipulator, all very sought after by none other than the Volturi. Alice thought the guard was coming not to get high but to procure a new member. Edward feared that member was me.
I started shaking again in fear and anger.
"Please Bella, don't freak out," he said while gathering me in his arms. "We don't know what his intentions are. Let's just go home and let me see what I can glean from his mind OK?"
I nodded but couldn't stop myself from snarling. I just got Edward back and I will be damned if anyone or anything would take me away from him. I would kill anyone who dared to try.
"Breath." Edward took my head in his hands and guided it into the crook of his neck. He held it there while I huffed and puffed and slowly calmed myself with his scent. Then we ran home.
We entered through the front door to see Aro lying on the floor with Marcus patting his head and another strange immortal standing beside them. Jesus was lounging on the couch watching porn, bad 70's style porn.
"I want her back here." Aro cried. "Where is she Demetri?"
This must be Demetri. A tracker as I recall. "She's not far sir."
"Go get her."
Marcus rubbed his back. "No Aro! Vicky is her mate. I could see the bond. You can not interfere, it would be cruel to separate them."
"Marcus's power. He can see the bonds between people," Edward whispered to me.
"Jane belongs with me. She's mine..." Aro sniffed and wailed like a three year old.
Marcus embraced him and rocked him gently. "You have to let her go. Bringing her back by force would not end well, you know that. She would fight you, strike you down with her mind if necessary, and she would hate you for it."
Aro pouted and shook his head in defiance. Behind us the door flew off it's hinges and a small blond immortal came barreling through. He looked very much like Jane, his appearance also very young. He flew over to Aro and kicked him in the shin. "What have you done to my sister?"
I opened my mind to Edward. Sister?
"Biological sister. Twin. Aro changed them both."
"Alec!" Aro hugged him tightly. "Alec you have to help us. Jane is... um... well..."
Alec growled. "Spit it out old man!"
Marcus sighed. "She's found her mate, that's all."
Alec looked stunned. His legs seemed to give out and he fell to the floor shaking his head. "Oh... That's good I guess. Right?"
Aro slapped his arm and scowled. "No. No mating for Jane. She's just a little girl."
Alec rolled his eyes. "She's not a little girl. She's over six hundred years old for Christ's sake and may I remind you that in the past six hundred years she has been in a foul mood. Finding her mate might actually make her happy. I for one will not interfere with that."
Aro looked flabbergasted. "But... but... She may leave us. What if she wants to stay with Vicky?"
Alec's mouthed popped open. "Vicky?" He doubled over and started laughing hysterically.
I looked up at Edward. Gleaning anything useful?
He shook his head no. His concentration was intense, focusing on Aro's mind as he stood behind me with his arms around my waste.
Aro crossed his arms over his chest. "Get off the floor and help me get her back."
"No way, she'd kill me if I tried." Alec stood and dusted himself off.
Aro growled. "We can't just let her go."
"Yes you can Aro." Jesus sighed and rose to his feet. "Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity. Completely pointless."
He patted Aro on the back and turned toward us. "So good to meet you Bella and if you ever change your mind about that orgy..."
I narrowed my eyes and pointed toward the door. "Go!"
He smiled at me and then winked at Edward before breezing out the door. He winks too? Figures.
Demetri looked bored. "I have to agree with Marcus. Just let her go and let's get down to business. Chelsea and Felix are right outside and more are on the way. Let's do this shall we?"
Edward growled low in his chest. He must have heard something. I was growing impatient and starting to shake again. I tore away from Edward and grabbed Aro by the shoulder. Demetri, Alec and Marcus crouched low and hissed at me. Edward stood close to me. "Careful Bella. Don't do anything rash."
I exhaled a shaky breath and spoke through gritted teeth. "I'm not going anywhere."
He laughed softly. "Ah Bella, you've got it all wrong. As much as I want you to visit my humble home, I will not take you by force. "
I eye him wearily. "Fine, then what is this all about?"
The fucker winked at me.
I focused and looked him in the eye. "Tell me."
He pursed his lips and smiled. "I want the empath."
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