5. What the Fuck?

A VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BETAS

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WHO SOMEHOW MANAGE TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER BETTER THAN IT WAS.

I know I had planned on posting the epilogue of EEK but it has been one hell of a long week with working every day for ten to twelve hours and I promise it will be up by the end of this weekend.
I also have decided that after Shhhhh... is complete I have decided to do a sequel to EEK.
It will be called The Misadventures of an Eternal Kiss and I am going to focus not so much on just Bella and Edward but Bella and Edward and his wacked out family! There will be lemons but most of it is going to be experiences they have to endure with the Cullen's their first couple of years in Las Vegas as newlyweds.
I hope you will all still be interested in reading it when this story is over...
As always Thanks for all the love you guys give for this...and now...I will shut up! Go read! lol...



Shhhhh…..

Chapter 5

What the fuck?

***Edward***

Once Emmett had left the club with Isabella and Rosalie, I went through my office rearranging every picture that had been tampered with. I then proceeded to go down to the playroom, and locked it all up making sure everything was secure before leaving. I flew out of the club as quickly as possible, so that I did not have to stop and converse with anyone. I was in no mood to mingle, nor was I in the mood to deal with Alice at this moment, because right now more than anything I wanted to bend that little munchkin over my knee and spank the hell out of her for allowing Bella Swan’s membership into my elite club.

I smiled at Cherry as I approached her. I really loved this fucking car.

I climb inside Cherry, and I swear to God I hear her sigh, as my body relaxes into the driver’s seat. That new car smell mixed with the scent of fine Italian leather was as erotic to me as the seductive scent of a female in the peak of her arousal. I reach over, flipped my onboard computer on, log in, and bring up my tracking program to key in the locater number for Emmett’s Jeep. Immediately it returns the signal and once he has stopped I jot down the address. I start up Cherry, revving her engine a few times to let her roar, and then let off the gas, as she idles into a quiet purr for me.

“That’s it baby. Purr for daddy.”

I grin as her dash glows in a crimson color in the darkness of night. This particular model is the Aventador, and is known as the most courageous of all bulls. I speed,off towards Lincoln Park.  I go from zero to one hundred in two point nine seconds. When Cherry responds to me, I swear to God I get a fucking hard on.  

I am sure that Bella will stay with her friend tonight. In my opinion, any human that can’t handle their elixirs, should not drink.

I chuckle at the thought, since it can also be said of certain Vampires.  

I drive a few blocks over, park around the corner far enough away so that I am not spotted by my brother and wait for Emmett to leave.

I sit here and watch as my brother’s locator icon moves across town and I know exactly where he is headed.

Angela’s.

When I first met her, she was a shy, timid girl, but it was as if one day she became  someone else all together, and it did not take a rocket scientist to figure out that Angela started experimenting with a dangerous drug. This drug is what the Volturi family was now producing and distributing all over town.

In my opinion it was fucking stupid and risky to be producing, and dealing something so dangerous. I believe they are not thinking about the implications because they were to rapped up in their own greed. It was only a matter of time though before this drug fell into the wrong hands.

They took the drug ecstasy and added one unique ingredient. Vampire Venom. This single ingredient changed the whole effects of the drug. It basically stripped a human of any inhibitions they had sexually and gave them a strong desire for sex.

Actually, that isn’t really the best description for the effect. It gave them a strong desire so untamed, that all they wanted to do was fuck, and fuck hard!

I know the effects it had on Angela because one night while I was alone at the club closing up, she came in looking for Emmett.

Even with my strength, you would have thought that it would have been easy to keep a petite girl like Angela from trying to assault me sexually. It was anything but pleasant. She was my brother’s black swan and I was not about to betray that trust with him.

I could have taken her down to my playroom, and done anything I wanted to her because it was a well-known fact that Angela has always had a thing for me. Not only could I hear her thoughts about what she wanted to do with me but also she had made several attempts to tempt me with her blood before she had Emmett. When I realized she was high I called him up to have him come and tame his little lascivious Tasmanian devil down.

Emmett’s jeep stopped exactly where I thought it would and I was not surprised. I am too fucking and rarely do I ever misinterpret my brothers intentions. He is a hell of a lot like me and we are both proud fucking perverts. I make no excuses for it. I am what I am just as he is what he is. We are fucking Cullen men after all. We may not be blood related but our minds are oddly on the save wave length. 

Over the course of the next couple of hours, I sit here listening to Mozart while I do a quick search for Isabella Swan using Google.

I am reasonably sure that Peter is doing the very same thing, but he has access to sources that I pay him top dollar for in the line of work that he does.

Isabella Swan’s name returns ten pages of results and I chuckle to myself thinking that Peter was right. Three links out of those ten pages are without a doubt about her because attached to the stories includes photos of her and her parents with the story from her hometown local newspaper.  

Wednesday August 2009 Arizona Sun News - The baseball world has suffered a tremendous loss today. Phil Dwyer coach for the Diamondbacks baseball team and his wife Rene were killed in a plane crash out of Phoenix enroute to the next away game for the team. The plane went down over the high desert and the cause of the crash is still under investigation. Witnesses say they heard the plane engine sputter and then smoke began to billow out of the right side of the cabin area.

“It comes with great sadness that we have lost one of the best coaches we have ever had.” The owner for the Diamondbacks gave a statement. “We will mourn the loss of Phil Dwyer, but I ask that each and every team member remember there is  a little girl is in need of a tremendous amount of support right now. Isabella is only sixteen and she has lost both of her parents today in this awful tragedy. She is and will always be considered a part of this huge family of ours. Isabella is staying with friends right now, but we need to offer support in anyway we can for her, because we are all the family she has left. Thank you.”

Staring at the photograph of Isabella when she was so fucking young and knowing she is now all alone in this world throws me for a loop. I do not know what it is about this girl that has my world suddenly spinning out of my control, but I know that something about her is just not, quite right. I don’t like feeling like this at all. It is as if I have no control over myself. I am feeling insurmountable and it is driving me crazy.

No human should have this type of influence over me, and in the past no human ever has.

I scroll down to the next entry that is an update on the original story.

Tuesday October 2009 Arizona Sun News – Today Isabella Swan the stepdaughter of the late Phil Dwyer former coach of the Arizona Diamondbacks was granted a hearing to be emancipated from the foster care system. Isabella lost her parents in a plane crash that was determined to have been an accident due to electrical malfunctions within the cockpit. An electrical fire brought the plane down over the high desert in late summer and left Isabella an orphan and a ward of the state. However, a law student took up an interest in Isabella’s case and helped her to file a motion to release her from the state since she is financially stable enough to take care of herself, and she believes that Isabella is better able to care for herself than if she were to be lost into the system. It was learned today that Isabella was an honor student and took advanced placement classes with a 4.0 gpa. Rosalie Hale, the law student, issued a statement today.

“I am elated that they have decided to listen to her side and allow her to take back control of her life. Isabella is far too intelligent and very capable of being in control of her inheritance as well as her own life. She may be only sixteen, but you would swear she was thirty if you spent any real time with her. She really needs to be removed from foster care. I have worried about her care every single day and I will fight for her even if I have to adopt her myself.”

It was then asked how old Miss Hale was. “I am twenty. I know I may not be old enough to drink but I am a law student and I know what her rights are as I do mine. There is nothing that says you have to be thirty to adopt someone.”

Isabella’s hearing is set to be heard in one month.   

I then clicked the follow up link.

Monday November 2009 Arizona Sun News – “If there was ever a time of year to be thankful this would be one of those times. I am very Thankful to Rosalie Hale and my extended family with the Arizona Diamondbacks Baseball team, who helped me gain my freedom to live my own life.”

Those are the words of Isabella Swan today as she stood out front of the Phoenix courthouse where she was released from the state of Arizona’s Children’s Protective Services Department.

We reported the misfortune of the daughter of the late Phil Dwyer in a story done in October.  

Isabella was emancipated after a four-month long fight for her life in a system that could have swallowed her up.

After losing her parents in a tragic plane crash, the sixteen year old barely had time to grieve before CPS came into her friend’s home, ripped her out of her world, and threw her into the foster care system.

“I was genuinely worried for this poor girl because she should have been given the time to be allowed to grieve among the extended family and friends she had left. It took everything we had to be able to get them to release her just to go to her own mother’s funeral and that is when I snapped into action. The system didn’t seem to care that she had just lost her only family and the Arizona Diamondback baseball team and I fought for her. She deserves this.”

Rosalie Hale followed up before ushering Isabella off to an undisclosed location fighting off the press and the photographers.

For Isabella Swan today was truly a day of giving Thanks.

 

I do the calculations in my head. Isabella Swan is just barely eighteen years old.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh at the reality of just how fucking young and innocent she really is. Now, I have to do everything within my power to get her cell phone away from her.

For another long hour, I endure hearing every word inside every home around me while I sit here impatiently waiting for Isabella and Rosalie to go to bed.

Once I am certain, and notice that all the lights are out, I utilize the tree next to a second story window and with vampire speed I am entering the house through the second story window that is cracked open. Thankfully the room I enter is empty and I do not waste any time seeking out Isabella’s cell phone. I have to go down a huge staircase and into the front room and once I have it, I slip it into my pocket and grip the banister to make my way back up and out the window I had come in. Then out of nowhere, the damn mother-fucking phone starts to blast out some God-awful country western song.

Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip
    I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip
                       'Cause I'm a redneck woman
                                I ain't no high class broad
                                      I'm just a product of my raising
                                                  I say, 'hey ya'll' and 'yee-haw'
Shit!

She cannot be serious with this fucking song can she? Who the fuck picks that kind of ring tone?

                                                      And I keep my Christmas lights on
                                                                   On my front porch all year long
                                                     And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
                                                                  So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
                                                   Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls like me, hell yeah

I nearly smack my head in utter disbelief. Oh yeah, that is a classy ring tone you have on your phone Miss Swan.

I try to silence the ringing, while attempting desperately not to laugh my Goddamn ass off at the ridiculous tune it is blaring out in the silent night.

Fuck!

 

Growing agitated that the fucker is still ringing, because the damn thing is locked, I have no choice but to run and put it back in her purse and bolt to hide behind the dining room door. I hear Isabella pad across the floor in my direction to answer it and I peer at her through the crack in the door I am hiding behind.

“What the hell do you want at this time of morning?”

“Where are you?”

“Well if it was any of your business, I would tell you, but it isn’t, so if you will excuse me I would like to go back to sleep.”

“You know Bella this isn’t like you! You didn’t leave a note.”

“Jessica. You are not my mother. I am a grown adult now and I can take care of myself.”

“I know I just worry.”

“Well stop. You sure the hell aren’t going to call me when you move out.”

She is pacing back and forth just on the other side of the door and my eyes drop down to her sexy little bare toes  as they slap against the cold hard floor.

Fuck! Are you kidding me? Sexy bare toes? Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with me?

I take in her long bare legs that lead me up to one round little ass that is covered in a pair of white cotton panties with a matching tank top. Her skin glows from the moonlight as it shines in through the back windows of the house that is all glass. Suddenly, I realize she could see my reflection if she moved to look out of them. I try to hide further, but it is no use.

“Did you finally get laid Bella is that it? You’re at some random one night stand’s house?”

“Fuck you Jessica. Goodnight!” Isabella hangs up the phone and throws it in her purse growling at it before she heads to the kitchen.

I swallow the pool of venom and my gums start to sting in that familiar way.

No! Not now!

I watch her reflection in the glass as she moves about the kitchen to get herself a drink of water.

I cannot believe what my eyes are taking in as I watch every constricting swallow she makes in that sexy as fuck throat of hers. It is smooth, slow, and sensual as she drinks. I have to close my eyes and drop my head back to the wall. The venom is flowing freely and I have to force myself to remain in the shadows while my body is reacting to the hot little human I envision draining my cock in the same manner, savoring every drop.

Bolting my eyes open to stop the hallucination, I cannot help but peruse over that sweet, tight, little body of hers and instantly I notice that her tank top is thin.

Very fucking thin.

The curves of her breasts are outline by the white sheer material that hugs her deliciously. I can make out the pert little buds of her darkened nipples. My eyeteeth retract and I can no longer fight the protrusion of my fangs. My cock twitches and I am at a loss as to why I am getting aroused looking at this human girl.

Exactly how the fuck did I…Edward Cullen end up like this?

I fight the low growl building in my chest as I watch her put the glass in the sink, shutting off the light and she makes her way back down the hall. I breathe a sigh of relief and wait to hear the click of her door, but it never comes.

No Edward, don’t you fucking dare even consider it.

Before I can stop myself, I have left my hiding place and I am peering in to see her. A low hiss erupts from me as I see her bent all the fucking way over!

Holy fucking hell!!!!

She is twisting what looks like a ring on her middle toe and adjusting the damn thing! Her perfect ass is directly in my view and my eyes lock on the round bare ass cheek as one side of her little cotton panty has snaked its way into the crack of her ass. I nearly lose all control and cover my mouth to stop a groan from escaping. As if this wasn’t bad enough I am now forced to watch her as she rises back up and her finger slides under the elastic to reposition her panty.

My frustration builds as I am forced to wait in the shadows while she tortures me with that delicious looking ass. She crawls up onto the bed and reaches for a book.

I hang my head and cannot help but notice my damn dick is standing at full mast ...pointing straight towards heaven. At this point, I am not sure it will ever sleep again and I have to scold him.

Not now! Down boy!

I am almost afraid to look at her again. When I do, a smirk reaches my lips when I realize exactly what little Miss innocent Swan, with that very smackable ass is now reading.

Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty? Seriously? I would not have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

Move Cullen get out of here before you are caught.

For some reason my feet refuse to move as I watch her chew that delicious fucking bottom lip of hers, making me even harder as she lets out a deep breathe. Her heart thrums to the tune of a hummingbirds wings, and with each beat of her hot, heavy pulse, I feel my cock throb painfully.

I inhale taking her unique sweet scent into my nostrils. Only then it hits me like a wrecking ball. My fangs are already positioned in place, pooling venom into and filling my mouth as it prepares for me to feed on her. What I am seeing is already tormenting me enough. With my heightened senses, her aroma is about to be my undoing. I try and hold my breath, but it is too late. The fucking sweet scent of her arousal is on my tongue teasing me and engulfs all my senses.

Fuck!! Get the fuck out of here. Get the phone and go!

Oh Jesus! What the fuck?

Move Cullen!

For some unknown reason I cannot move and I feel like she has this invisible lasso around me holding me here. Isabella  lays the book down only to grip the hem of her tight, little, tank top, pulling it up ever so fucking slowly over her head. She tosses it to the floor and then leans back on her pillow picking the book back up as she continues to read. Completely entranced, I watch while one hand works her hard rosy nipple between her index finger and her thumb.

I am stunned by my body’s reaction that I want to go in to her and take over for her and work those nipples till she whimpers under my touch. I imagine her body heat must be so divine as it comes off of her in waves against my frozen skin. God then I start imagining what that skin tastes like. I bet it is just as sweet as the scent of her blood. I start to imagine how it would feel to have her perky buds in my mouth, and I am further aroused by my thoughts and her actions.

Damn that’s just fucking sexy!

I find myself struggling, now wanting her hand to move her hand down her body further, and at the same time wishing to God she would stop already.

I should have known better than to ask God for any favors.

She closed the book crawling under the thin white sheet, turning off the light which still doesn’t hinder my eyesight at all of her silhouette bathed in the moonlight. I was relieved at first, but fuck no if she did not just wiggle out of those cotton panties and toss them over with her shirt.

No…God…Please don’t let her do what I think she is going to do. God please NO!

Just go grab the phone so Caius can’t call her and leave Cullen.

“Mmm…..”

Son of a fucking whore! This. Is. Not. Happening!!

It took every ounce of my self-control I have to remain, quiet and get the fuck out of her leaving her to continue doing something I am finding to be the sexiest fucking thing I have ever been a witness to.

I need to get that damned phone and get as far away from here as possible before I do something really stupid.  

“Hmmm…Oh yes…. so good” her heart rate is picking up and her voice gets breathier as if that isn’t enough, she goes and says the one thing she never should.

“Fffffuuuucckkkk……Edward….I want you.”

I am standing here frozen for an agonizingly long minute before I finally turn my head away slowly and wipe the venom leaking down my chin.

Fuck, she is not doing this. It is not real! What do you mean it isn’t real? It isn’t like a dream! You don’t sleep asshole! Get out now!

My breath is coming out in deeper pants as I watch the silhouette of Isabella’s naked body, under the moonlight, moving in her hand between her legs under that thin sheet.

Her breasts are bare in the moonlight, and her hand may be obscured, but I know exactly what she is doing and I can hear how very wet she has become touching herself. She is pleasing herself while her other hand continues to roll her nipple between her fingers. She rolls and then pulls on it repeating the motion over and over. She is getting close, I can tell as my nostrils flare and her scent is magnified ten fold to what it was when she started.

God I wonder what she would think if she were to realize that a perverted vampire is contemplating fucking her every which way to Sunday while standing less than fifteen feet away with his fangs protruding out of his gums and his venom salivating down the tips of his fangs watching her like a fucking perverted peeping Tom.

Actually, make that a perverted peeping Edward. 

Her heart rate has spiked, her back arches, and her juggler is throbbing under that silky looking thin skin of hers as that blue pulsating vein is singing to me. My fangs cause considerable pain as I watch Isabella on the cusp of her orgasm causing my cock to weep for some much needed attention and for a moment, I consider taking it out and actually stroking it.

 

I get a singular moment of definitive strength, and I bolt for the phone yanking the battery out so the damn thing does not ring again while making my way to the first window that I can get too. I slide it open as quietly as possible and leap out and take off running as fast, and far away as I can. I contemplate  with myself about going back and giving her what she wants…what she needs. What I am now struggling with the fact that for some unknown reason I now crave.

She moaned out my fucking name.

Me.

I disengage the alarm and climb into Cherry pulling out my cell phone and tossing hers on the seat next to me and dial.

“Hey Handsome.”

“Penthouse Now!” I bark and hang up, now speeding towards home.

By the time I walked in the front door, I have ripped my clothes off heading for my playroom.

She had better be here.

“Strip and straddle.” I growled as I lower myself down on my chair and Tanya is on me in seconds.

“Turn around.” I demand. I don’t want to look at her. I close my eyes and let my imagination capture a diminutive, brunette riding my cock while the blonde she-bitch from hell attempts to get me off.

It isn’t sexy.

It isn’t hot.

It isn’t fun.

It is a means to an end.

An end that my poor dick desperately needs, relief from the pain and torture that this  human vixen Isabella Swan is unleashing upon him without even knowing she is doing it.

With my eyes clenched tightly, I have visions of her riding my cock like a fucking cowgirl would ride a bronco bull. 

What the fuck is she doing to me?

Tanya turns around, straddles my lap once more, and begins to kiss me on the neck, while licking on me. My body stiffens. “What the fuck are you doing?” I grip her hips and pull her off my neck.

Looking at me she replies, “Just kissing on you. You taste so yummy.” She bats her lashes that are overly done with mascara at me.  

“Tanya you know I don’t fucking kiss my subs.”

“Is that all I am to you after all this?” she stands up screeching and my cock slaps back against my stomach.

“That is all you have ever been to me. Fuck Tanya, you do not think I know you want me to fucking fall madly in love with you. Jesus, I hear it in your goddamn head every time we are together! I told you before I am not; I repeat NOT mating with you. I can have any female I want and you should damn well know that I have no intention of settling down. I have not settled down in the past hundred plus years, and I am certain that my cock likes having new flavors to experience every month as he always has in the past. So get the fuck over it. I am not being an ass any more than I have ever been before. You knew this shit from the start. So, knock off your Lovey-dovey bullshit, and sit your ass back down on my cock and ride me hard.  Get me off, or get the fuck out of my house and out of my life.”

She crosses her arms over her chest while cocking her hip to the side standing there naked. I will not deny she is beautiful, but this is so not happening.

“Fuck this shit! Get out!” I yell and storm off to my bedroom slamming the door behind me.

I head straight for the shower and look down at my poor cock. I almost feel like I have to apologize to him for subjecting him to her snatch.

“Fuck.” I scowl and climb in the shower to wash her scent off me and hear the door slam as she takes her leave.

“Get the fuck over it bitch.” I growl under my breath and lean back against the tile and let the hot water warm my body for a few short minutes. I close my eyes, imagining Isabella naked, fondling herself, and all I see are big, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. She infiltrates my mind and she will not leave.

I swear to God I can even hear her moaning in my head on a constant loop.

Damn it, shit, and fucking hell! I feel like I am trapped in my own fucking hell!

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4. It's just one of those days

A/N First I have to thank 

Nicole aka Pattypattz 

&

Dianne aka rdmickey1989

For all their time and help Betaing this story. 

And a special thanks to Carrie aka letrobstenluv4ever with her help...I can't wait to meet you girl we are going to have so much fun when we go see WFE together!!!!! 

Thank you all for the overwhelming responses to reviews. I am so glad you all like the story! 
I promise it only keeps getting better and better...

 
Shhhhh…..

Chapter 4

It’s just one of those days

Break stuff ~ Limp Bizkit

   It’s just one of those days when you don’t wanna to wake up

         Everything is fucked everybody sucks, you don’t really know why

                                              But you wanna justify, ripping someone’s head off

                                                     No human contact, and if you interact, your life is on contract

                                                                                             Your best bet is just stay away motherfucker

                                                                                                                                   It’s just one of those days  

Edward stands in front of one of his many treasured possessions looking down the center of it head-on as he holds the phone to his ear in the parking lot of Lovely Dark and Deep. He notices for the first time since owning it, how very pissed off she looks at him. He knows the feeling and he cannot help but smirk; thinking how badass this beautiful machine actually looks from this angle. It is just another reason to love his girl, Cherry.

Edward names all of his treasured possessions, but Cherry is his shiny new toy. It isn’t even 2012 yet, and to have the latest model Lamborghini so early in the year makes him feel special.

He begins to pace as the phone rings and it is finally answered. There is no greeting while making his demands. He does not have to greet the person on the other end because the person knows who it is.

“I need a full background check on someone…. everything; leave nothing out. I want to know when the fuck she lost her last baby tooth is that clear!” Edward barks.

“Name?”

“Isabella Swan.”

“Date of Birth?”

“Fuck if I know!”

“Edward, do you realize how many Swan’s there are in Chicago?”

“No.”

“Trust me there are quite a few.”

“Well then, it looks like you are actually going to have to work for your money that I pay you.”

“Come on Edward, can’t you give me something else? Drivers License? Birthplace?”

“If I knew that, then what the fuck would I be calling you for?”

“When did you want this report?”

“Tomorrow before 5pm.”

“Are you fucking insane?”

“Aw Peter my man…you should know the answer to that by now. How long have I known you? Now, Get. On. It.”

“Who is this girl? A potential submissive?”

“Man, I don’t even want to think about that. I would snap her like a fucking twig Peter. She is a human porcelain doll. The first time I swatted her ass with my hand, I would break her damn tailbone. But, fuck I would love to see those sweet little ass cheeks all red hot with my handprint on it. I want her ass the color of my car. Sweet…fucking…cherry. ”

“Are you at the club?”

“Yes, why?”

“What the fuck is a human doing in your club?”

“That is exactly what I said. She is now a member and I am pretty damn sure a certain little four-foot eleven inch munchkin that runs around my club had something to do with it.”

“Would Alice do something that stupid?”

“She must have. She recited every type of punishment she had been given, to keep me out of her head last night…. now I know why. I would be willing to bet Alice lured her in and, took Isabella’s membership application, and fees. The dead give away was the damn alcohol she served up as if we were a goddamn bar for humans. Hell, I do not even have a liquor license, and my precious little Ally is serving it as if it’s perfectly legal. The munchkin is going to get me busted with the damn ATF!”

“Edward you don’t want the ATF snooping around.”

“Tell me about it already! Don’t you think I know that! I need that report by 5pm tomorrow. Hell call Ally if you need anything….I’m willing to bet she knows the vitals you are inquiring about. Don’t be late; otherwise, it comes out of your pay. I want all phone numbers, past and current addresses, I want to know everything there is to know about Isabella Swan!”

“Yeah, yeah, but I have to ask, why don’t you just pick her brain like you do everyone else?”

“That is what I pay you for Peter.”

Edward hangs up the phone and looks at Ben who stands in front of him with his all-knowing smirk.

“What the hell are you looking at me like that for?”

“I didn’t say anything man. So where are we going?” He asks, standing there with his hands in his pocket, he watches as Edward nearly comes unraveled. He finds it rather amusing.

Maybe Edward Cullen isn’t so fucking perfect, but Ben knows better. Ben is a master at controlling his thoughts around Edward. After all, he has been around Edward for the past fifty plus years.

Edward can’t really be around anyone too long, because their thoughts start to rile his nerves. It didn’t take Ben long to figure out that if he kept his thoughts clear, then Edward enjoyed being around him.

Ben truly likes Edward, since he is a blast to hang out with. He knows him as well as Emmett or Alice. He knows when the fuck to intervene, and when to step back and let him have his tantrums.

Ben watches as Edward stands there and looks back at his elite club.

“I don’t know.” He mutters.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Edward looks at Ben again and narrows his eyes at him.

“I don’t know I said…just….just go back inside. I will be back in a few minutes.”

Ben looks at him confused. Something is wrong. He waits a moment, and Edward turns and walks away from him dialing his cell phone ignoring him. Ben feels uneasy about leaving Edward alone outside but, he doesn’t want to have Edward snap at him for eavesdropping in on his private call either. He turns and heads back inside all be it reluctantly.

For some reason Edward can’t find it in himself to leave as he checks his voice mail for messages. Something is holding him here.

He doesn’t want to believe it is Isabella Swan, but then again deep down he knows that the human girl sitting in his club is fucking with his mind. Edward suspects that she is the reason why he can’t get into Cherry and drive off.

That thought infuriates him.

He listens to his messages and hears Lauren cursing him out and he chuckles as he erases it before he finishes listening to her rant.

He then listens to Carlisle’s message chewing him out for not calling Esme enough.

Lastly, there is Tanya’s message….the little vixen’s voice sounds seductive; obviously in need of his cock.

For the first time in Edward’s life, he rolls his eyes listening to Tanya’s voice and wonders why he did it. He despised it when people rolled their eyes. Now he finds himself repeating Isabella’s bad habit.

What the fuck is she doing to me?

His eyes survey the red paint of his shiny new toy and he scowls when his vampire vision catches a small spot of something on the hood. He looks around, phone still pressed to his ear listening to Tanya purr about how she can give him the release he so desperately needs to quell his anger at Lauren.

Edward looks around taking in his immediate surroundings, and cannot find anything to clean off the spot.  

Edward’s OCD cannot allow this, so he improvises.

After deleting his messages he strolls over to Laurent’s Harley parked directly in front of the club. He almost feels a moment of sadness for what he is about to do, but he is compelled.

Edward pulls out his wallet, grabs a crisp new five hundred dollar bill, and with his razor sharp fingernail, he slices through the seat of the Harley. A tuft of soft material protrudes out from the slice in the leather and Edward fills the hole with said five hundred dollar bill. He reasons that it could buy him a better seat anyway. Edward walks back over…buffs out the spot that mars Cherry and she shines under his scrutiny.

Perfect.

Edward is not ready to return inside yet, as he stands outside…he reads his brother’s thoughts observing Isabella through Emmett’s eyes. The first thing he notices is a singular lock of hair that has fallen away from the rest. He yearns to put it back into its proper place.  

She is stunningly beautiful, and he realizes it is because she has such unbelievable natural beauty, fair skin, no surgical enhancements of any kind, and she wears very little makeup.

What really grabs his attention is the fact that she’s fucking innocent.

For some reason he really likes her innocence. It arouses him, and Edward has never had problems getting aroused, but there is something unique about how motherfucking hard his cock grows, and how utterly fast he gets hard just with mere thoughts of Isabella’s innocence.

Edwards mind begins to imagine stealing Isabella’s virtue. Those big brown eyes looking up at him…..the scent of fear and adrenalin… mixed with the sweet fragrance of her pussy and the sexy way she bites her bottom lip. He also fantasizes about what the heat from Isabella’s body would feel like as he is inside of her, and wrapped around him.

He can think of only one word. Consume.

Closing his eyes for a split second, he imagines penetrating her, and hearing her whimper from the first thrust. She’d bleed for him, and at that thought, his eyes shoot open quickly with both disgust, and lust at the same time.

Fuck!

He has never fucked a human before. Emmett was successful with his Black swan Angela.

Edward always thought of intercourse between a Vampire and a human as something taboo. Vampires and humans are too different to engage in sex. Indulging in human blood is bad enough, let alone human pussy. He never again wants to partake in killing and drinking from another human. The lives he took were low-life scum of the earth, but that didn’t change how he feels. He honestly wants nothing to do with it. 

But now, he craved with verbosity, both.  

His fists clench tightly and he hates the fact that he has this deep need to know everything about her.

It is eating at him.

Driving him insane.

“Edward.”

Edward turns towards the voice that is calling his name.

Shit.

“It certainly has been a while since I’ve seen you. Where have you been hiding out?” Demetri asked as he walks up with two of his thugs on his flanks.

“I don’t hide out.” Edward retorts, as he snaps out of his brother’s thoughts and focuses on the threats in front of him. He silently curses himself for losing his focus on his surroundings.  

“Where is your bodyguard?” Demetri asks looking rather smug.

“What the fuck do you want Demetri?”

“I heard a rumor about how successful your business was going. I wanted to see for myself.”

“You’re not in the lifestyle, so why would you want to go into a place you have no interest in?”

“There is always a first time for everything. A man can develop new interests.”

“It’s an exclusive club Demetri and you damn well know that you need to be a member before gaining access, so talk to Alice and she will take care of you. You will have to wait until this matter is squared away first. I have to protect my members, and I am sure you would appreciate that, if you are to become one.” Edward holds his ground keeping track of the thoughts of all three of the vampires that stand in front of him. It is clear they are a physical threat to his existence. One of them wants to fight so badly he can taste it, but he has orders to remain civil. Edward isn’t sure who gave the order, but it was obvious since the guy keeps repeating it in his head.

Demetri narrowed his eyes and hissed. “Fine! But know this Edward, I will be back. Tell Alice to be expecting my call.”

Edward stands and watches the three Volturi members leave refusing to turn his back on them. Once they are out of his sight, he moves back towards the entrance of the club. Grabbing the door handle, he pauses and inhales deeply.

Edward decides that if he holds his breath then he wont react to her beguiling scent so strongly.

Edward is in for a reality check.

S*h*h*h*h*h………….

“Say it!”

“I did.”

“No you didn’t, it was all one word, and you were pausing!”

Emmett and Jasper laugh. Emmett is nudging Bella as she is trying to get Rosalie to say the hardest word ever when you’re drunk.

“What was it again?” Rosalie asks leaning in to listen to it. Her head feels dizzy as the room spins and she feels lightheaded.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” Bella says again.

“Thattts not a worrrrd!” Rosalie slurs and swallows the last of what is now her fourth drink and grabs her third shot.

“Toooooo newwwww friends!” she smirks, trying to wink at Emmett, failing miserably, and sways even though she is sitting in a booth.

Emmett looks at Bella and they both burst out laughing.

“I really think this is wrong and we should stop her.” Emmett says. Slowly, he leans over to Rosalie, looking into her eyes, and inhales the scent of her neck.

Bella asks while eyeing him curiously, “What the fuck are you doing? You know when I thought of you as your brother’s guard dog…. I was sort of kidding. What… was… that?”

Emmett narrowed his eyes at Bella, but quickly realizes he has done something a Vampire should never do in front of two innocent, clueless humans, so he tries to cover his mistake.  

Rosalie doesn’t even notice as Emmett inhales her neck to ascertain her blood alcohol level in her system. Bella, however, does.

Jasper shakes his head at Emmett as if to convey his thoughts, “You are an idiot!”… without actually saying the words aloud.

Alice scurries about as Bella begins watching her.

She looks around the club and notices that no one there has any drinks but herself and Rosalie.

Well now, that is really fucking weird.

An uneasy feeling washes over her, and she wants  to ask Emmett something, but at the same time he tries to inject thoughts about Rosalie’s perfume, and his recent behavior.

Emmett sees his brother with his exceptional vampire vision, at the same time Bella feels her body hum. She stiffens and looks down to see the hair on her arms raise with goose flesh.

Interesting.

Bella’s hair on the back of her neck stands up; the feeling is all too familiar. She has felt this before…..recently in fact.

“I will be back ladies.” Emmett takes off to go see what the hell is up with his little brother Edward, whom he can’t help but notice has been acting strange all night since arriving at the club.

Bella’s eyes follow along as Emmett approaches Edward.

He’s back.

An odd thought crosses her mind. Could her body actually be reacting to Edward’s presence? Then the recent memory flashes in her mind.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

What if he goes back into his office? She is certain after discovering what she has done, she will be thrown out of the club. He will know, without a doubt, that she was the one who slightly adjusted his things. He has already proved to be very disturbed by her presence as it is, but now he will absolutely despise her.

For a fleeting moment, she has a tinge of regret at what she has done. It only lasts a brief as the memory of him trying to dismiss her, repeats in her mind. 

Fuck that! Perfectward deserved it!

S*h*h*h*h*h…………

Bella’s POV

“Hello brown eyes.” he whispers in my ear as I feel him leaning into me. I turn my head and take in the six-foot guy with blonde tousled locks and violet eyes.

What a strange eye color.

“I was wondering if you would care to dance with me?” I feel the heat of my blush fill my cheeks and I am surprised that someone finally has spoken to me.

I can see Edward walking towards our table with Emmett and I am not ready to deal with him.

“I would love to.” standing up and he places his cool hand on the small of my back guiding the way to the dance floor.

Why am I not surprised when he takes my hand into his, that it is cold?

They really need to turn the heat up in here.

He leads, I follow, and our eyes meet as we sway to the slow beat of the music.

“My name is Caius and you, my lovely, have the most mesmerizing chocolate brown doe eyes I have ever seen.”

My face heats again and I cursed my damn blush silently. “Thank you. I’m Isabella, but everyone just calls me Bella.”

As he cocks his brow up on one side, his eyes scan down my body, and he leans in next to my cheek and whispers in a foreign language, “Bel nome per una bella ragazza. Immagino che se c'è un cielo di sopra, sono certo che sono alla ricerca di questo angelo perduto innocente.”

I smile up at him not knowing at all what he said, but there was one thing for sure....it sounds sexy coming from his lips. He has nice lips and is so much taller than I am. Slim but tone, but his arms are muscular and well defined. I noticed his strange sense of fashion, either outdated or maybe a new trend. He is in all black and wearing a burgundy cashmere scarf.

“So, you are a new member. How do you like the club so far? Meet any interesting people?”

“A couple and you.” I answer quietly.

“Did you do something to anger Master Cullen?” He asks.

As my face falls, I inquire, “Why do you ask that?”

“He is glaring over this way.”

“He isn’t happy that I am here.”

He smirks. “I don’t suppose he would be.” He chuckles.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Don't take this personally my dear, but you don’t seem like the type of girl to join a club like this.”

“Why not? What is so wrong with me?”

“I didn’t say anything was wrong my dear, but you have a certain quality about you. You just seem so wholesome and innocent.” He smiles flashing a set of brilliant white teeth at me.

I feel my blood pressure rise.“Everyone has to start somewhere...right?” I snap.

“You are right about that. Have you done research on this lifestyle or are you just out spending daddy’s money frivolously.” He teases.

I glare at him.

“My parents died in a plane crash. And if you must know, I did use my inheritance to join.”

“I am sorry Bella if I have offend you. My condolences to you sweetheart. Tell me angel, what do you do? Are you employed? How old are you?”

“I am eighteen and I don’t work. I am trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. What about you Caius?”

“I am twenty four and I work in the family business. I am Volturi.”

“You don’t look old enough to be twenty four. Are you sure?”

He laughs. “My family retains youth well.” He grins. “However you my dear are youthful... and gorgeous. I sense a submissive quality, am I correct?”

“Curious.” I say, although I can’t look at him right now.

“But hesitant?”

“Frightened.”

“You are safe here.” He smiles, but it fades fast as his eyes gaze into mine.

I can see the contacts, but I don’t mention them.

“You smell delicious.” He moves closer, his hand tightening around my waist as our bodies are now pressed together.

“Interesting.” He smiles down at me.

“What is?” I ask.

“Master Edward Cullen seems to be focused solely on you.”

I look over my shoulder and cannot see his eyes behind the dark glasses.

“I don’t know why, unless he wants to throw me out.” I mutter.

“Why would he throw such a beautiful girl out?”

“I sort of took my anger out on his pretentious office. He will find out soon enough.”

A big grin graces his face. “You did what?” He acts like he can’t believe it.

I blush furiously. Do I want to tell him?

“I sort of sabotaged his photos on the walls by tilting the frames to freak him out.” I giggl then shrug. “He pissed me off.”

His eyes dart back over my shoulder and I know he is looking at Edward, who is now storming down the hall towards his office.

“He didn’t hear me did he? No way.. that’s impossible.” Caius just chuckles and says,

“You are a very brave girl.”

I laugh, although I am a little unnerved. Wondering if he could have actually heard me, and what he will do when he finds out what I did.

“Bella if you would like to have a taste of this lifestyle, I would be honored to take you home, pamper you and introduce you to the pleasure you have been missing.”

I gasp and try to steady my legs.

He leans in and his cool lips press into my ear. “Come home with me. I really want to play with you little girl.” His voice is soft and sinister at the same time sending chills up my spine. He is alluring and sexy and mysterious, and very Dominating.  

“I promise you, I can show you a world you didn’t know existed.” His violet eyes gaze into mine and a strange feeling flows through my body. I can’t identify this feeling. Fear? Anticipation? Curiosity?

“I hate to interrupt your dance Bella, but Rosalie is in the ladies room throwing-up everything she has consumed in the last twenty four hours. She is asking for you.” Alice says.

I look at Caius and apologize. “I am sorry, please excuse me as I need to attend to my friend.”

“Wait...can I get your number?” he smiles and I can sense patience and understanding in him. I pull out my phone and hand it to him. He dials his number, to call his phone and leans into my ear again before I turn to leave. “Call me and I promise you a night full of experiences that will have you begging for more.”

He kisses the back of my hand. “Goodnight Miss Bella,” and he walks away leaving me standing there a little breathless. I head for the bathroom regretting answering my phone from Rosalie calling earlier.

Edward is standing in front of his office when I glance down the hall before heading to the restrooms, and he turns to see me. He has his glasses still on and I can’t tell what he is thinking as he gapes outside from the open door. I can sense his anger even when I can’t see his eyes as I now pass him.

“Miss Swan.” His voice is low and clipped as he leans against the door jamb.

I smile up at him and nod. “Evening Master Cullen.”

I didn’t stick around to see his reaction, but I swear I heard his breath hitch when I called him that.

I was happy to escape inside the bathroom and shut the door with Edward Cullen out of my sight. Rosalie was bent over the toilet hurling her frothy offerings to the porcelain God. I shake my head and step inside first to help my best friend...then walk out to find Brutus beefcake...aka Emmett Cullen to ask him for help getting Rosalie to my car.

Of course, as I walk past Edward’s office door, which is still wide open, I cannot help but notice he is standing there obsessing over each moved item as if it’s going to kill him to leave it off center. I laugh, thinking about his OCD, and what I have done to him. It serves his pompass ass right.

I wanted to bust out laughing, but then a bittersweet sadness hits me and I feel slightly guilty.

It must really suck to be so obsessive over something so trivial to everyone but you. I can’t believe he has this affect on me, and I scowl as I located Emmett quickly for his help.

Emmett refuses to let me leave with her alone, insisting instead that he follows us to make sure that I get Rosalie home safely. He follows us home and is helpful in getting her inside and to bed. I can get her changed into something more comfortable once he is gone. I thank him for helping, and tell him I would stay with her for the night. He agrees it is the best, and informs me that she shouldn’t sleep on her back.

I laugh. “I know Emmett. I think I can take care of her from here. Thanks and goodnight.”

“Goodnight Bella.  It really was a pleasure meeting both of you. I really hope I see you both again soon.” He flashes those dimples and makes his way down to his gigantic Jeep, which  fits him perfectly.

It appears to me that Emmett was going to be Rosalie’s next victim.

Poor guy is clueless.  

S*h*h*h*h*h………….

Edward's pov

Caius Volturi is not going anywhere with her.

Isabella is NOT about to be his next submissive. No way in hell will I allow that fucker to restrain her! Caius’s thoughts of her are sickening. It is killing me to sit here and listen to his thoughts play out as he fantasizes about feeding from her neck while he penetrates her anally and brutally. He will leave her bruised and broken. Caius is a twisted fuck and has been known to do some pretty barbaric shit to human subs. He hasn’t engaged with humans over the last several decades, but I know for a fact from his past that a few ended up being disposed of because he lost control. His thoughts are crystal clear. He is enamored with Isabella and wants her to go home with him.... tonight. He yearns to take her to Volturi Estates and lock her up to play with.

There is no way in hell I am going to stand by and allow him to leave with her.

If I have to grab her and run with her, I will. I am capable of kidnapping her if need be.

That thought intrigued me.

The closer he gets to her the more my anger spikes. I want to rip her away from him. Then she goes and admits to ransacking my office.

No fucking way!!!

As soon as I throw open the door and looked inside, instant rage bubbles under the surface of my skin.

What the fuck?

“Why would she do this?”

You Bitch!

The words come out of my mouth before I can stop. No one hears me, but I know what I said, regretting it instantly. It pains me to think that I thought that of her.

 I am pissed off, because she is driving me insane, and I simply do not understand why.

Then as if things aren’t bad enough, she waltz’s right by me, and I acknowledge her presence and her reply blows my fucking mind.

“Evening Master Cullen.”

I suck in a breath of air at the name utilized and my cock stiffens in response to instant titanium.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I find myself trying desperately to right all the wrongs in my office as I busy myself with readjusting everything trying to tune out the reaction my body is having to her. I hear her pass by, but I cannot look at her.  

I want her out of my club and out my life.

She was human and didn’t belong in my world.

My fingers run through my hair, as I stare at the photo of the girl being bitten on her shoulder.

I leave the photo the way it was, and I have absolutely no idea why.

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Translation:

“Bel nome per una bella ragazza. Immagino che se c'è un cielo di sopra, sono certo che sono alla ricerca di questo angelo perduto innocente.”

- Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I imagine if there is a heaven above, I am certain they are looking for this lost innocent angel.

Recommendations!!!

A dear friend on the OWG of the Twilight Saga took me up on a challenge to write EPOV POV for what Edward was going through on the plane ride back from their honeymoon in breaking dawn.
She fucking nailed it better than Stephenie Meyer wished she could do.
We sort of have this challenge going on the site where some of us authors are picking moments from a huge list that was compiled that are missing moments from the saga and writing them as we would have imagined them to go down.
I chose the first time Tanya meets Edward and his family and what happens between them when she misunderstands his return to Alaska after he meets Bella and then her reaction to Bella the first time she sees her at the wedding. I will be posting that on here since Fanfiction is giving everyone  a hard time. You may want to check my profile if you are interested in hearing it. I will be posting it after I post my final goodbye to EEK....and damn it I didn't think writing that would make me tear up and it just fucking did AGAIN!!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....yes i growled. lol....

Thanks again..

Oh the link to Mrs. Cope's outtake is at
OWG Missing Moments Challenge response

Mrs. Cope has been nominated for an Indie also for Edward's Journal in the shadow of the eclipse.
Chapter 7 IS MY FAVORITE OUT OF EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER EVER EVER READ!!
I CRY A MILLION TEARS FOR EDWARD AS HE LEARNS ABOUT DEATH WHEN HE IS ONLY A LITTLE BOY!!
IF YOU READ ANYTHING READ THIS! IT IS EPIC!!!! EPIC!!!! EPIC!!!!


Edwards Journal In the Shadow of the Eclipse - unhappy ending

But the entire journal deserves you take a look she has a way with words. really  I love her to death!