Monday, April 25, 2011

12. Enraged Vampire

Shhhhh……

Chapter 12

Enraged Vampire



I pull into the underground garage of Peter’s building in downtown Chicago, jump out of Cherry and fly to the elevator. With each ding of the elevator as it passes a floor, I grunt with impatience for how slow it is moving. Then I see my reflection in the silver doors.

I look crazed with jet black eyes my brow is deeply furrowed in worry and anger.


I am on the cusp of turning into Him.

But I can see my true reflection. I am a Vampire.

The elevator dings and the doors opened. It is late and the offices are empty so I have nothing to worry about as I fly to Peter’s office at vampire speed and walk in without even knocking.

“Edward I wasn’t expecting you.” Peter looks up from his laptop sitting at his desk working in a disheveled tuxedo shirt that is unbuttoned, the tie hanging down both sides looking surprised to see me. 



“Caius has Isabella. We cannot locate him. He did not take her to the estates Peter…I can’t fucking find her…I need to find her!” I yell pulling my fingers through my hair trying to calm the fuck down.

“How the fuck did you lose her to begin with?” He looks confused as his eyes dart between Emmett and me.

“PETER! Fuck… help me!!” My voice is hoarse and cracking just as Emmett grabs my arm to restrain me from lunging at Peter, which I really am about to do.

“Uh…hell…yeah…Sorry…Uh…did you call her? I mean does she have her phone with her?”

“She won’t answer.” Emmett states as I stand here with my fists clenched and I start to feel my chest close up on me. My breathing is erratic again.

I still can’t fucking breathe and I know I did not need to breathe per say …it’s just if I needed to locate her, I relied on my fucking sense of smell more than anything.

“What is her code Edward?”

“Her code?” Emmett looks confused.

“FUCK ! WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT!”

“TIGER-PU55Y” I blurt out and both Emmett and Peter gape at me.

His mouth opens and closes, he pulls up the tracking program shaking his head.

“What the fuck is this code shit?” Emmett asks.

“Her phone. I installed lo-jack on her phone I bought for her. I forgot about it.”


“You what?!!” Emmett looked at me incredulously. “And how the fuck do you forget about something like that? Our memory is pretty much crystal fucking clear Edward…what the fuck?”

I glare at him ready to rip his ass apart for jumping my shit now. Now was not the fucking time to be delving into the fact that Isabella has been fucking with me so much that I am forgetting shit.

“And why the fuck are you using lo-jack on her? Who the fuck else do you use lo-jack on?” He is standing with his fists clenched and his jaw muscles twitching in anger.

“Everyone I fucking love alright! Is that okay with you brother?” I yell ready to go head to head with him. “Is that a fucking problem Emmett?” I press on, stepping towards him. I had no problem or reservations about taking his ass on either! His eyes widen in surprise.

“Here ya go.” Peter flips the laptop around, so I move towards Peter’s desk, bending over it while I move the cursor and narrow in on the location and zoom in.

“Industrial area? What the fuck would she be doing at an industrial area?” Emmett asks while standing behind me looking over my shoulder.

“I don’t want to imagine what is happening there.” Peter frowns rubbing his face with both hands as he blows out a mouthful of air.

My chest feels like it has been kicked in very hard. Similar to what it would feel like if my entire chest cavity collapsed in on itself. Like a crushing weight that held me where I was.

As I stand here, my body began to convulse violently as a haze of red and rage build up from the bottom of my feet, filling every cell of my being, coursing through my tightened muscles.

My jaw tenses and my fangs bust through my gums ripping the flesh. The sound of them tearing through echo in my head as blood and venom began to drip down the razor sharp tips of my fangs. Venom floods my mouth and I didn’t say a fucking word as I flew out the door and down the stairs.

Fuck the elevator!

I was faster!

Fuck Cherry.

I was still fucking faster!

Fuck waiting for Emmett or Peter.

They will catch up.

I run through the city faster than I have ever run in my life. I mentally check off each mind that was not his, tuning out any thoughts as I scan for him. I know once I get closer, it will take me no time at all, to locate his mind. I will be in his head before I have my hands on his throat. I find the street that the tracking program located. I pick up speed even faster through the blackened streets. The lights around here were obviously busted out. I am sure it is intentional, but I do not need light running through the pitch black of night.

As soon as I lock in on his thoughts I freeze in my tracks as the vision of what it is Caius is looking at pops into my head as if I were standing in front of her myself. I am looking at Isabella through his eyes now.  

Motherfuck.


 
Isabella is laying face down on a bed in a dark room obviously blindfolded, completely naked. She is only bound by the spreader bar attached to her ankles with her shoes still strapped to her feet, and she is positioned in an all too familiar way. I know the two acts that would occur when a submissive is bound like this. I know exactly why the fuck Caius has her in this position for.
I choke out a gasp, and the conflict that stirs within my body is at war with my brain. I am now fighting against the desire and lust that burns in my loins at the sight of Isabella in this position, and my brain screams at me as the seething pure hate for Caius fills me with rage. He shows me this vision of her bound. My angel is bound like this and it isn’t me that had been the one to do it. While my mind is battling with my body… this is when I hear her faint little whimper in that sweet voice.

“mmmm….oh please.”

“HOLY FUCK!” I growl and turn to the building that stands out in the pitch black. I have no idea why I know it is this building. It is almost like I can feel her pull leading me there. As if I am connected to her somehow. The pull is so fucking strong; I have never felt anything like it.

My feet finally answer my brain’s command to get to her as I rush toward the building running straight for the door gripping the handle, ripping it off and throwing it aside as I step in and listen to his sick perverse mind.

Fuck she is going to be so fucking tight. Just don’t bite her Caius…just enjoy her for a while before, then you can nick her…you don’t want to waste something so fucking good, and she is so fucking ready to come all night for us if we tease her relentlessly. I can always drug her again if it starts to wear off…

He had no idea I was in here as he focused on my precious angel.

His voice sounds like he is whispering, “Beg little slutbeg for my cock.” 

It isn’t a command, and I find it odd. It almost seems as if he is disguising his voice or hiding who he is. I listened further to his thoughts as I scan the empty looking warehouse and all he kept thinking was how good his dick feels in his own hand hovering over her.

A growl emanates through my gut as I fight to contain it.
I move towards the only sign that he is here. His car is parked inside of the desolate building and my eyes focus in on something as I made my way around it. I pick up the material of Isabella’s torn and tattered dress and bring it to my nose. My nostrils flare as I caught HIS scent. My teeth bare down in a clenching manner to keep from roaring out in boiling anger.
I was frothing at the mouth. Venom is being produced by the buckets as it drips down in a steady stream off my sharp and deadly fangs.

Edward…oh, please touch me. Please.

“Edward…please…mmm…”

My eyes widened in surprise.

What the fuck?

I look at the car and grip the side mirror ripping it off the door and bring it up to my face. I just have to see for myself.



My eyes are no longer Black. They are a combination of green and black swirled in chaos and they glow as they darken through all my rage and fury.

I have always had a problem with my temper and I have lost control before out of anger but this wasn’t that.

No. This was something different.

It is as if my rage became a part of me, and it propels me forward to go after what is mine.

I feel like fate is frowning on me… because of my refusal to claim Isabella the first time, and as if it is doing this to her to force me to see. To see what my body had known all along since the day she sat in my club that first night.

She thinks I am Edward what the fuck? But she is still a virgin? Edward has not been with her! Well…that makes this so much better.
She can accuse him of claiming her virginity if she lives through this…but first…I want that sweet tight, virgin ass.

I stand here trying to get a sense of direction as I stand in a completely empty fucking building. It was a huge open area which made no sense. I can hear them and I can smell them.




I inhale deeply and followed her scent. It lingers at a pair of doors in the floor that weren't noticeable till you were on top of them. I reach down and yank them open ripping them off the hinges tossing them.
  



I fucking found her and the motherfucker heard me.

Who the fuck?

I inhaled and I know there is no way out of this hellhole he has created. No other scent of an exit is down there.

He is all mine.

I prepare for the attack and I hear a loud clanking sound of a lock as a door opens.

I watch his silhouette next to the light that shines out of the room he was just in, as I stand here in the darkness in wait. I am in his head as he looks down the corridor toward the dark at the stairway to hell. His vampire eyes cannot see me because I am out of his view but he knows.

He knows someone is up here. He can smell the festering hate emanating off of me.  

I rip my shirt off.

He will have no advantage.

I watch him pace for a moment and he cannot contain his own rage for being interrupted and having to deal with someone. Through his eyes I watch him charge at the stairs. He will be here in a second and as soon as he appears from below, I lunge at him crashing into his body as I wrap my arms around his torso and I slam into him as we roll to the ground. The impact is so violent it tears up the floor.

We both right ourselves and circle one another now facing off.

“How dare you break into my building! Cullen what the fuck are you doing here?!”  

“You have something of mine!” I growled out. “And I want it back!!” I demanded while clenching my teeth.

“I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about!” He hisses. The motherfucker is crouching in a pair of dress slacks that are undone and he is shirtless.

“You know damn well what I am talking about. I can smell her Caius!  Isabella is down there and I can smell her and the fucking drug, you twisted fuck! That is so fucking sad you have to drug her to get her here! She is MINE now let her go!” I seethed spitting and hissing.

“What the fuck are you talking about? How the hell is she yours? She is still a fucking virgin! Besides I just collared her…so that makes her mine!”

“You are one pathetic piece of shit! She isn’t even coherent to agree to that! It doesn’t matter anyway Caius because you are fucking dead!” I roar and lunge for him slamming his body into the steel reinforced concrete floor tearing it up even further. He is pinned under me. I have a hold of both his arms and in a rush of pure hatred coursing through my entire body, and putting every ounce of strength I had in me, I simultaneously rip them off throwing them. He howls out in pain as I stood up over him.
“What’s wrong fucker? A little helpless there? How does it fucking feel!?”
“How does it feel to be a helpless victim?” I yell.
I reach down and pick up one leg and twist it before I yank the fucker off tossing it aside as he screams out like a little bitch.

“Just one more Caius.” I growl.

I repeat the same motion and stare down at him circling him. “Well Caius…start talking! I want to know what the hell you did to her!! TELL ME!!”  



“Fuck you Cullen! You do realize you’re going to die, if you kill me! My brothers won’t give up avenging my death!” The expression on his face is a beautiful canvas of pain. It is not enough. I need to know. I need to decide what his fate is going to be even though I have already pretty much decided.

“Answer me motherfucker! I could give a rat’s ass about your fucking brothers right now! What did you DO TO HER?” I rage as my voice rises even further… my breathing becomes more ragged and my nostrils flare at the scent of Isabella’s blood as it sings to me from below.

“FUCK OFF!” he howls out and winces.

He could not stop the memory if he wanted to, as it replayed in his mind of Isabella in the car obviously pleading to go home, and his hand pushed the hem of her dress up, then the fucker was watching her nipples harden as the drug took affect before he just openly touched her breast.  

“HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER! SO HELP ME GOD, IF SHE IS VIOLATED IN ANY WAY, I WILL FEED YOU YOUR OWN FUCKING DICK!” 

I turn as if I was going to walk away from him and swing my leg around giving one hard solid kick right to his fucking head. I am seething in anger watching him remember as he mixed the drug and put it in her glass of wine.

My eye catches the pulley chains of the garage door system and I rush over and yank pulling at a reel of chain.

I walk back to him and begin wrapping each body part in the chain as I string him up from the rafters far enough apart so that he cannot reassemble himself, spitting and hissing at him the whole time.




“YOU BETTER PRAY CAIUS!!!! ONE FUCKING BRUISE….ONE FUCKING GODDAMN, MOTHERFUCKING MARK ON HER… IF SHE HAS A GODDAMN TEAR IN HER EYE SO HELP ME, I WILL TORTURE THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF YOU!” I yell as my fists are clenched so tight that my razor sharp nails are cutting into my marble flesh.

“YOU DRUGGED HER DIDN’T YOU? DIDN’T YOU MOTHERFUCKER?! YOU DRUGGED HER WITH MY OWN FUCKING VENOM!” I spit out venom at him seething further.

“NOW YOUR FAMILY WILL HAVE A REASON TO WANT TO KILL ME, BECAUSE I WILL FINISH YOU! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE BY MY HANDS CAIUS…I WILL GIVE YOU SOME TIME TO THINK ABOUT THAT. YOU WON’T KNOW WHEN…BUT I WILL. I WILL KEEP YOU HERE FOR DAYS UNTIL I KNOW SHE IS OKAY AND YOU BETTER HOPE TO GOD CAIUS…YOU BETTER HOPE TO FUCKING GOD, SHE DOESN’T REMEMBER THIS!!!”

Then I hear her voice. The verbal and the thought and I gasp.  

“Please Edward…” she whimpers.

Don’t make me wait…for you …just I need you...please just touch it make it stop burning…make it feel better…

My cock hardens in an instant. I inhale deeply catching the scent of Isabella’s still virgin pure blood and her sweet arousal, and my eyes roll back in my head. My head falls back taking all of her scent into my lungs. I squeeze my fists even tighter clenching them before I punch Caius’s torso with every bit of strength I have. A loud sound that resembles thunder clapping overhead rang through the empty warehouse and echoes back into the pitch blackness.

Edward...

I turn towards the angelic voice that calls out, but before I go to her I roar out from deep in my gut,

“Motherfucking MINE!”

I swing my leg around and kick his torso hard and it bounces violently on the chain as he hangs there. He yells out at me cursing, his fangs were out as he hisses. Then I hear him, as he takes notice of my eyes.

Wait…is she your mate?

He throws his head back laughing as he processes the color of my eyes.  

“A human? Seriously?” He laughs harder and while his mouth is in the open position, I move towards him so fast he has no time to react as I shoved my entire fist into his fucking mouth.

“You will not be need these anymore.” I seethe through my tightly clenched teeth.

With his mouth open, I reach in and dig my finger into his gums and yank the first fang out as he bites down hard pumping his venom into my hand with the one fang he has left. I rip my hand out and haul back with my fist and punch him in the head and grip his mouth again with my other hand. I dig into his gums and yank the other out of his mouth tearing it out by the roots.

A sick satisfaction washes over me.

“Nothing is more degrading than being a FANGLESS vampire, hey Caius? Probably about as bad as having your dick ripped off which still isn’t off the table just yet fucker! I think I will keep these as a souvenir for Isabella.” I smirk at him with a sneer.

I continue to glare at him while he howls like a little bitch in pain yelling and screaming at me as I pace in front of him cursing the whole time while I hold his fangs in the palm of my hand. I put them in my pocket and watch his eyes burn into mine as his anger and hate radiate off him.

His rage did not come close to mine because if it did…I would be strung up in the rafters dismembered.  I hiss at him as anger continues to fill every part of my body now at the edge of giving it over to Him. He has no idea just how much more pain he is going to suffer once I unleash him onto the sick fuck!

“That has to fucking hurt doesn’t it?” I cock my head to the side.

“YOUR DEAD CULLEN!” Venom pours from his mouth now that he has no fangs to direct the flow and I notice the little lisp. If it were funny I would be laughing, but not one part of this shit was funny to me.  

“You aren’t in a position to make such a threat now are you?” I seethe.

Then my beautiful angel with that sweet melodic mental voice calls out again, pleading of her need for relief. It was not at all voiced and I knew. I could hear her thoughts for the first time. I could get inside of her head. I looked through her eyes covered in total darkness and saw she was in desperate need…whining out those desperate whimpers for her true Master to ease her sexually heightened state of arousal that was tormenting her from deep within.

She needed release and from what I understood… according to the Volturi that the mixture of this ecstasy with my venom had some sort of chemical reaction that gave humans a desire that could literally drive them mad if they did not get some sort of sexual release at all during the high.

I hated the thought that he had done this to her. And what was worse, was that the thought of her suffering was unbearable. I was going to give into her and try to help her relive some of that hurt. It was my venom inside of her that tormented her so much. I had to do something.

Just then Caius interrupted my internal war regarding Bella when he replayed a memory of her being spread out on the hood of his car, and him ripping her dress while pulling out his cock. I roar at this memory as I lunge for Caius. I grip his head on each side by his blond hair as I yank his head back so hard and far I hear the bone break in his neck.

I close my eyes and channel him.

The monster smiled in delight. His eyes glowing at the mere thought of how long I have kept him contained. Caius was going to suffer for all that pent up rage.
He snarled and as fast as lightning the monster pronounces his fangs and licked the venom off the tips before he proceeds to rip out his throat. He spits out the chunk of hard flesh and goes back in again tearing and shredding at Caius’s throat silencing any and all screams from him. Three more vicious bites and in a loud thunderous roar he tears his head clean off.

Then at vampire speed he ravenously bites Caius repeatedly in various areas to inflict more searing pain while he rips his razor sharp nails through his skin and spits venom on his wounds.
I close my eyes and gather myself back together and contain him again. With the last of the chain I begin wrapping it around his skull and flung the chain over the rafter to hang with the rest of him.

Edward…baby please touch me.

“Oh angel, hang on baby….” I knew she couldn’t hear me but I said it anyway.

I spit anything that remained in my mouth of Caius on to the ground in front of him, and turn and swing my leg around kicking his head as hard as possible, and it yanks back as the length of chain runs out and bounces violently dripping blood and venom from the remainder of his throat.

“FUCK YOU CAIUS! I WILL BE BACK TO FINISH YOU AFTER I SEE TO HER! YOU BETTER PRAY TO GOD, BECAUSE WHAT I FIND DEPENDS ON HOW SLOWLY I FUCKING BURN YOU…PIECE BY MOTHERFUCKING PIECE!”

“Edward…hot…I am burning up…pleaseeeeee…”

I turn and run for the stairs and even though I knew she couldn’t hear me I still whispered to her anyway…

“…Master is coming baby.”

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

11. Isabella's abuction - ‘The devil’s playground’


Thanks as always to my lovely betas 
Nicole and Dianne
aka PattyPatzz and RDMickey 
who are fucking awesome and do this without getting paid for it....
I am so excited to move ahead...I am sure I am driving them crazy!!! lol....

Originally two chapters that I combined into one because I am an anxious little bitch and am far too fucking anxious to move ahead….to my favorite chapter I have ever written 12....so its a long one!!! Enjoy!




Shhhhh…..

Chapter 11

ISABELLA’S ABDUCTION
‘The devil’s playground’


Isabella Swan lied.

She lied to social workers, lawyers and she even lied to Rosalie Hale more than once.

When Isabella was in foster care something happened that had initially scared her. Her first reaction was to tell her visiting friend that she was afraid for her life in the group home she was currently staying in.

Isabella had every right to be afraid, because there were dangers being in foster care. What had occurred scared her enough to alert friends that she wanted to get the hell out of there. It would be a few more days before she realized she had misinterpreted that initial experience.
Isabella was no longer afraid of what she had experienced; she allowed her curiosity to push herself to explore it. She never recanted her initial fears though while Rosalie Hale did what she could to get Isabella out of foster care. 

As she sat in bed she pulled out her journal from two years ago. The one that psychologists insisted she write in. Only this journal was not the journal she gave them.
This was the secret one…the one that had ignited the spark that lit the flame to her BDSM curiosity. 


BELLA’S POV



Rosalie thinks that I know absolutely nothing about the BDSM lifestyle. Little does she know I have read just about everything I can get my hands on. I hoped to understand it. I have gone over web pages, read books, even purchased DVD’s with scenes. I know though that reading and watching is not the same as doing.

Rosalie left out some very important points of the lifestyle. I was pretty sure she had done it to deter me from it altogether. She acted like a mother hen sometimes. I respect Rosalie and I am grateful to her for helping me get out of the foster care system. I do feel like I owe her my life for that, because I really could have been swallowed up by the uncaring lifeless people that worked in the system. The kids that go through there are just faces and case numbers. They may know the stories and the details that are put into files, but they do not know the truth of their lives, and what I find sadder is they do not know the kid because they don’t take the time to care.

I had a really hard time adapting. I was not street smart and the first night I was smacked and shoved around, it didn’t take me long to figure out that not only the adults did not care…neither did the kids that were in here.

My mom and stepfather had just died and no one seemed to care. I couldn’t believe the world kept going as if they were nothing. My entire world was turned upside down and I had never been more scared in my life.

Rosalie thinks something really bad happened to me in foster care and to this day I refused to talk about it to anyone because it wasn’t like that.

It was something I witnessed and after all that careful research, I had come to realize it was not a crime. Nor was it necessarily bad.

It was adoration, trust, willingness, honor, respect, but more than anything it was love. 

I was sixteen and they housed the older kids from the younger ones on a different floor. There was the left side for the girls and the right side for the boys. I had noticed on a couple of occasions one of the older boys was highly protective of one of the older girls. His name was Jacob and hers was Leah. They were Native American, I was sure because of their skin color and their high cheek bones and jet black hair that hung in similar long lengths. They had reminded me of the kids that lived on Reservations in Arizona. 

Leah was tough when anyone tried to mess with her and she would snap at them and defend herself. I found out more with each day that I was there as I watched and observed them that Jacob seemed very possessive and glared at any guy who looked at her the wrong way. He was huge and no one messed with him either.

Then one night I could not sleep. I found myself wandering the halls after lights out. I could have got in trouble for being out of my sleeping quarters, but I did not care. I could not lay in that room with all those girls, listening to them crying in their beds any longer. It would have had me in tears also, so I had to get out.

I peeked around the corners being careful not to get caught when I heard faint voices that were coming from the TV room. I tiptoed my way over and pushed up on my toes to look in the little glass window through the door.
That was the first night I saw them.

Jacob had Leah down on her knees and her hands were tied behind her back. But, she was looking up at him with this look that made no sense to me. She was smiling and he looked down at her with the same love he looked at her with on the playground. That was the first night I saw them in the moonlight… their acts of sex in that room after everyone was asleep.

I was scared. I thought that something like this would end up happening to me. That is when I begged Rosalie to get me out of here. I did not tell her that I watched a boy tie up a girl and have sex with her. I just told her that if she didn’t get me out of here I would die. 

As the days went on and I continued to secretly watch them I wondered how she could look at him like that when their nighttime activities seemed like she was being forced.

I found myself more and more curious. I would go back every night and every night they would do something different, but they always seemed to enjoy it. Then one night Leah was being punished for something she did earlier in the day and what I found odd was that it did something to stir me inside. It was like a spark that lit the smallest of flames. I listened with sheer fascination as he teased and taunted her and would not let her come. This was when I found my body reacting the most to their actions. I was turned on and it scared me. I was so confused about them, but I continued to watch from afar and then one night when I peered in they were not there. That was when Jacob cornered me in the dark outside of their playroom.
He asked me what I was doing there.
I was shaking like a leaf and just wanted to get back to my bed, but he wouldn’t let me.
Leah stood behind him with a smirk on her face.
Then she tugged his shirt and he leaned down to her as she whispered something in his ear. He smiled and turned back to look at me.

“Leah says your name is Bella and that you are a voyeur.”

“A what?”  I asked still shaking and fidgeting trying to figure out an escape.

He leaned down and whispered “A voyeur. You like to watch. Is that true?”
I stood there with my mouth hanging open. I was deathly afraid when Leah spoke directly to me.

“Bella do not be afraid we aren’t going to hurt you. You just freaked Jacob out when he realized someone was watching us last night. I told him that it had happened more than just last night.” She smiled and looked up at Jacob and he winked at her.

I gaped at her. “You knew?”

She gave me a crooked smirk and said “Fuck yeah. It made it all that more exciting and hot.” She giggled.

I fidgeted further and wanted to just run away from them.

“We aren’t mad Bella. We just don’t want to get caught. If they separated us I would die without Jacob in here.” She gripped his arm as I watched fear replace her mood suddenly at the thought.
“I won’t tell anyone.” I blurted out.
“You better not Bella. I cannot stand the thought of them separating me from her.” Jacob warned. His tone told me he was very serious.
“I swear. I won’t.”
Leah smiled softly and said, “Can she watch us Jacob?”
I was stunned.
“You are so bad. I think you need to be punished you little instigator.” He lightly smacked her ass and to my surprise I was actually turned on by the action. I felt my heart race at the thought of watching them.   

It didn’t take long for them to seek me out the next day, and check up on me to make sure I did not say anything about them or what they did in front of me the night before.
The thing that I found most intriguing about their relationship was that even in this hell hole we lived in, she trusted him with her life. Every part of herself she gave to him. He in turn provided care for her that was unbelievable to see coming from two kids in such a fucked up system.

I spent the next month in and out of the courts. While Rosalie was fighting to get me out of this place during the day, at night I got to witness love, and sex between two loving souls. Their action’s never bordered past me watching and more often than not they always acted as if I wasn’t even there.

My curiosity I think is not held so much by the D/s playroom acts, but rather the trust and love between a Dom and his sub that I wanted to experience. Anyone can get off on sex.  I wanted something more. And that is why I focused on seeking out the BDSM lifestyle.

This is no one else’s business but mine, I won’t share their story with anyone else, other than what I have written in my journal because I know that the world is a pretty fucked up place. My perception of what I saw and what a psychologist would see would be totally different.

I made them a promise that first night. I would not tell a soul and I hadn’t.

I followed them into the TV room the last night I was in foster care to watch one last scene between them. The one time I dared to touch myself while I watched them was the only time I had ever masturbated as a kid and it was the first time I had an orgasm. Leah’s coaching me to not stop and just feel it really gave me the confidence I needed to just let myself go and feel it. She may have been across the room but her words guided me, pushing me over the edge and let go and I found it to be the most erotic experience of my life. 

That was the scene Jacob called, Shhhhh…..


S*h*h*h*h*h…..


Isabella stood in front of the mirror. She wondered if her outfit was too provocative, suggesting more than she should to Caius. It was after all just a regular date but the dress was one of those things she still cannot believe she actually purchased.

The day after her night on the emotional rollercoaster from hell at the club she went shopping for a nice dress for the date she and Caius had set up.  

Since that night she had managed to avoid everyone. Including Alice who kept trying to call her and apologize for her idiotic brother’s behavior. Naturally she had to deal with Rosalie the next day because Isabella was still stuck in that God awful dress, and she had to let Rosalie in to get her things and pick up her car.

Isabella was moody, bitchy and short with Rose. She basically pushed her out the door once the zipper was undone. She had not talked to anyone since.

No one except Caius Volturi.

Two days later she had plans with Caius. But, then he changed them to the following day which she in turn changed so that she would not miss her doctor’s appointment. Isabella was not about to put off her birth control shot. Then they rescheduled again for the following day but Caius cancelled at the last minute.
To her surprise he had called not fifteen minutes later and said he could in fact make it after all.
Thankfully she had already started getting ready so it took her no time to finish up and was ready when he arrived.

She glanced down at her cleavage and wondered if maybe, just maybe it was too much.

She remembered how much of a perfect gentlemen Caius had been so far. She slipped on her strappy shoes and did a quick swipe over her lips with her high sheen lip gloss then made her way downstairs.

The house was so quiet now that Jessica and Mike had moved out. It was sort of nice, because she didn’t have to worry what anyone would think of one another or that awkward moment before a date.  




She stopped in front of the last mirror by the door to recheck her makeup when the intercom alerted her that he was here.

She went ahead buzzing Caius in as she had already decided to meet him out front, quickly shutting the door behind her locking it. As he approached her coming up the drive, she walked out to meet him. She was glad she had decided to dress up as Caius wore a nice pinstriped suit… not to mention the classy, sleek black Mercedes convertible. She appreciated a sweet ride to go with a guy that was pretty fine too.





It surprised her when he looked her up and down, whistled, and then ogled her like she was something to eat.

“Hey beautiful, hop in.” he flashed her one of his sexy grins and she smiled at him nervously.

This should have been Isabella’s first clue that something was a little off. Caius didn’t bother to get out of the car to open the door for her; he just sat there and looked in the rearview mirror. He seemed sort of nervous and she just ignored the behavior chalking it up to his own nerves about their first date.

When she climbed in, he looked at her tits and nodded towards the seatbelt and demanded she buckle up.

“Seatbelt Isabella. I need you to be safe when you are in my care.”

Isabella realized this was not Caius. This was the dominant Caius. It sent a shiver up her spine but it also made her nervous. He leaned over and let his nose graze her hair as he inhaled. Isabella instantly realized, he did not smell nearly as good as Edward had.

“You, my dear, smell delicious. We are going to have so much fun.” He winked at her.

Caius had already pulled out of the gate and was on the road when Isabella committed her first violation.

“Where are we going?”

“Did I give you permission to speak pet?” His voice was stern.

Isabella froze. She had heard Jacob call Leah that on more than one occasion. The reality that this wasn’t an ordinary date sunk in deeply in her psyche. She thought for sure that this was just a dinner date, but now she wasn’t so sure any more.

Isabella was in for a ride and there was no turning back no matter how much she begged.

And she would be begging…


S*h*h*h*h*h…..

Edward had spent the last week stalking Isabella Swan. He spent every moment he could in the shadows. He had resolved himself to the fact that he was doing this to protect her.

He watched her every night as she performed her nightly erotic moisturizing ritual.
On more than one occasion Edward almost gave up because as much as he was trying to be respectful, his need was only getting worse to claim his mate.

He continually had to sit through conversation after conversation of Isabella laughing and flirting with Caius, while waiting to hear of the time and day for their date they were planning. He was going to do whatever he had to in order to ruin that date.

Isabella had made it easy for him to watch over her. He realized that maybe Angela had been right. Isabella seemed to have closed herself off from the world after the events that unfolded at After Life. Edward did not want to believe that he was the reason she had become a recluse. He just chalked it up to finally enjoying the quiet time at home since her recent roommates had moved out.

If he knew Isabella at all he would have known that this behavior was not a result of an empty house and more a result of a slightly bruised ego.



EDWARD’S POV

“I know Alice… I have been keeping a very close eye on her. I know that he cancelled on her again. I know that they were supposed to go out and she started to get ready but he cancelled so she isn’t going anywhere tonight with Caius.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and listened to Ally ramble on and on about how her visions are erratic as far as Isabella is concerned. It was the reason I had put off business dealings and basically brought my own life to a skidding halt while I spent the last week being subjected to this plan a date drama. I swear these two trying to get together for a date was a joke. Caius had cancelled again and I was not sure if I could wait much longer. I just wanted this to end. I did not want him near her. I didn’t like this at all.  

After I hung up with Ally and was making my way back to Isabella’s window my phone rang and I looked down to see it was Peter.

“Hey Peter what’s up?”

“Edward. Are you busy?”

“No why?”

“I think I got a lead on this Riley guy you are looking for.”

“No shit.”

“Apparently he has an on again, off again, girlfriend in the heart of downtown Chicago. Someone in the family said that they thought he was hiding out there. Do you want an address?”

“Hell yeah!”

After I hung up with Peter, and found Isabella hanging her dress back up in the closet I decided to head over to the address and see if I could locate this motherfucker.

I knew Isabella would eventually call it an early night...winding up falling asleep while reading in bed. She would not be meeting Caius, since he cancelled again tonight, so I took off.

I headed over to the address and located the so called girlfriend of the bastard that torched my club. When I first started questioning her she genuinely didn’t know where he was and that didn’t help. She had not seen him in a couple of months and then she began to ramble on and on about how much bullshit he put her through and how she was just another fuck to him. Her eyes started to wander and her thoughts started to go somewhere that I cringed at the thought of. She was pretty for a vampire, but also had been around quite a bit. I watched the number of conquests flash in her head of male humans she had lured to their deaths with her looks and the promise of sex. Then I saw the flash of three men standing right where I was not long ago asking her where the fuck Riley was. She interrupted my hearing her thoughts and began to question me and my motives.

“Who are you?”

“I am someone he may not want to run into.” I hissed.

“Why?”

“If you see him…tell him Edward Cullen is looking for him.” I growled in warning.

Stupid bitch did not know that I was already inside of her head and that I recognized the three Volturi members that flashed in her memory. I could smell their scent right here.

I left without anything more than another question. If the Volturi hired him to do the job and he failed…why are they hunting him and not me?

I called Peter on the way back to the penthouse. I wanted to shower and change clothes before I headed back to Isabella’s for another night of my obsessive stalking as I had come to call it.

“Well any luck?” Peter asked as soon as he answered.

“Nope, she had not seen him, but there were three Volturi here before me. I could smell them and she gave me a nice snapshot of all three of them in her head.” I smirked.

“I got a question though Peter. If the Volturi hired him to kill me then why the fuck do you suppose they are looking for him and not me?”

“I don’t think they want to be suspects in your death or disappearance Edward. You have to remember your father and Aro have a history. But someone wants you dead and I have no idea who exactly it is in that family. By the way have you seen the news?”

“No. I am on my way up to the penthouse now.”

“Turn it on.” He muttered and I rushed upstairs and turned it on. I could hear him shuffling papers around.

“The on call doctor in the ER, Dr. Carlisle Cullen will not answer any more questions pertaining to the three girls behaving so strangely. It is suspected that they are on some sort of drug and authorities are investigating as to the whereabouts these girls had been before this incident occurred. We are live from Northwestern Memorial Hospital.”

“What is that about?” I asked knowing full well what his answer would be.

“You know Edward, don’t play stupid. You know as well as I do the Volturi are lacing that shit with your venom. You need to wrap up business and walk away before you bring any more attention to yourself. It’s time to stop playing with fire or you will get burned if you don’t.” His voice was deep with warning.

I chuckled. “Oh Peter where is the fun if you can’t play a little game of cat and mouse with humans?”

“You really are fucking bored to death aren’t you?”

I chuckled. He had no fucking idea how absolutely bored I was with life.

“So are you human sitting again this evening?”

“Yes after I clean up and head out.”

“She really is your mate isn’t she?” I hear a half laugh half snort. “How is that hair brained idea of yours working for you so far? I mean you said you were going to walk away but you are protecting her like a mother hen.”

“It is just until I can deter Caius from pursuing her.” I snap at him. I did not like thinking about them together let alone knowing they were trying to hook up.

“You keep telling yourself that Edward. I hate to be the one that says it, but I think I may be the only one with enough balls to say it. She is your mate. You cannot deny your mate. No vampire I have ever known in the past has been able to do it. It is painfully obvious that you have it bad for her. As much as you do not want to admit it you have had it bad for her since the day she walked into you’re club. I could hear it in your voice when I spoke to you on the phone and you had to know everything there was to know about her. I know you. I know you better than anyone. You know me. We get each other and you damn well know that I can read you like a fucking open book even if it is only over the phone. You will claim her Edward of that I have no doubt. I just wonder how much longer you can hold out.” His voice is serious. “I know you remember the night I crossed Charlotte’s path.”

I swallowed thickly. “Yes.” I replied closing my eyes tightly trying to erase that image that still plays in the back of my mind.  

“Charlotte was mine Edward. Didn’t I tell you that? I told you she would submit to me no matter what it took even if I had to break her, and I did break her. I was just there to put her back together and so shall you. Edward we are vampires, you know this, and you need to realize and accept that there is no in between when it comes to the three things we exist for… these three things rule us completely; blood, our mates and sex. We cannot deny what our bodies crave, and crave with a vengeance. Eventually Edward…our body always wins.”

“I have to go man.” I swallow thickly.

“Just remember I got your back whenever you are ready to stake your claim on her. I can take care of everything that needs to be handled just like we did with Charlotte. After seeing Isabella’s background I realize that she is pretty damn easy to make disappear. I am pretty convinced she has no family that would seek her out. I have done some research on this Chief Swan and well the guy seems to live a pretty non existent life in a densely populated forest. He works, he fishes, and he eats at a tiny little hole in the wall joint daily. I don’t think he is even aware that he has a daughter out there if he is in fact her father. The only one that would pursue this would be Miss Hale and I think she would have done that by now what with her fighting to get her out of foster care and all. I am just saying that I am ready whenever you are. Just let me know.”

I hang up and stare at my phone.

The memory of him and Charlotte that night flashed in my mind. There was no way I was going to do that to Isabella. I was going to let her walk away. I had to. She did not deserve this. No matter how badly my body, my mind and my heart craved her. I was going to be the golden boy for once. Daddy C would be proud even if I broke my own fucking heart in the process.

Knock it off Edward. Get your shit together and go.

I tossed my phone on the couch and headed for the shower climbing in under the scalding hot water and letting it heat up my icy cold skin.

I let my mind wander back to her fingers slowly gliding lotion over her sweet legs.
Her translucent skin going from dry to moisturized, with each pass and those long slender fingers as she put just the right amount of pressure on her skin, massaging the lotion into her warm skin.
Before I knew it I was stroking my cock re-playing fantasies in my mind of me being the one to rub something else into her body. I imagined coming all over that sweet little ass or even her tits.
When I finally exploded from the visuals I had created in my own head, as my come swirled down the drain… I hated knowing that the thing that sent me over the fucking edge was imagining how the hot flow of her pulse beneath her fine skin would feel under my lips.

I finished up and went in to get dressed and flipped off the TV as I made my way back out to Cherry. I realized I had forgotten my phone and ran back up to get it. Fuck lately I was pretty sure that Isabella was fucking with my memory. I am a vampire for crying out loud. I do not forget shit. Well I didn’t before her and this worried me.  

Damn I had not realized I had been gone from her house for over four hours now.

I wanted to make sure she was alright but more than anything it was the need to be near her and I knew this need was growing stronger the more I was around her whenever I left her.

I found myself constantly fighting this attraction to her. She was human. She did not need a vampire that wanted to steal her humanity away from her to become his mate. As much as I would love to just kidnap her and mark her as mine…I have to stop and think about what Isabella would want. This was something totally new for me. I was a selfish motherfucker and thinking of anyone other than my family was just something I never  did.

EVER.

I drove back to Isabella’s and parked Cherry a few blocks away. I constantly moved her each night to keep suspicions at a minimum. I ran towards the backside of the house where I always sneak through undetected. When I perched in my usual spot I was suddenly aware that Isabella was not in her bed.

I focused and listened for her heartbeat in the house and when I heard nothing my anxiety spiked a little.

Huh. That is odd.

I felt a slight sense of panic as the reality that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be slammed into me. I moved down and went around to the front and that is when I caught the faintest hint of his scent.

Caius.

My panic heightened ten fold now as I made my way to the front of the house seeking her heartbeat out and still I found nothing.

Shit…SHIT…FUCK!!!

I went through an unlocked window and yelled for her. I did not care at this point. I had to know she is okay.

“Isabella!” I could actually hear the fear and desperation in my own voice.

I flew up the stairs and threw her bedroom door open not caring at all as it hit the wall. I  looked around now seeing the hanger and the empty garment bag had been left behind on her closet door where the dress previously hung. 

My gut nearly seized as the pieces of the puzzle started to come together.

She wasn’t here.

I could smell Caius’s scent as if he was here for a brief moment not even exiting the car but he was definitely at the gate because I could smell him.

Her dress for the date was gone.

I pulled out my cell phone calling the one person who I relied on more than anyone else dialing Alice’s number. I ran through the house looking everywhere for her as the phone rang and it now had fully sunk in that she was fucking gone and my throat felt like it was closing on me.

“Alice! Fuck she isn’t here I left and came back and she isn’t here he has her!!”

“What the hell are you talking about? I thought they cancelled at the last minute!”

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKK. Ally look for her please!!! You have to find her! HELP ME!”

“Okay Edward…just…calm down…I will call you back.”

After a thorough search of the entire house for any clue and coming up with nothing my chest felt like it was caving in on me.

My entire body was on edge and I felt a growl emanate from deep within me as I roared out yelling and rattling the windows of the house, surprisingly not one of them broke when my scream reverberated through the house.

My rage was so-all consuming that a red haze clouded my vision. I thought I would choke on it.

Just as I exited the house my phone rang and I flew through the yard towards Cherry.

“Ally?”

“Edward…I am sorry! I am so sorry!! I am trying I swear!”

“Give me the phone Alice.” Jasper’s voice interrupts.

“Edward are you sure he has her?”

“Yes Jasper, FUCK! She isn’t answering my fucking calls either! She is still angry with me! I caught a faint scent of him and moved to the intercom and he definitely had been here! I smell him in the driveway!”

“Let me guess not enough scent to leave a trail and they are in his car?”

“Yes Jasper what the fuck, where do I look first???” The sound of my voice was nothing like I had ever heard from myself before. This…this right here is fear. Now I know what the fuck fear is and this is definitely it.

“First Edward you have to calm the fuck down! Don’t lose control of yourself. I will call Emmett. You head to the Volturi Estates he will probably take her there. Do not do anything till Emmett gets there do you hear me?”

I jumped in Cherry and sped off as I ended the call.

“Come on!! Come on!” I was squeezing my damn steering wheel so hard I thought for sure it would break under my strength. My teeth were clenched so tight I thought they would snap off. Venom flooded my mouth and I felt the stinging sensation in my gums, as and I gripped the wheel tighter flying through the streets of Chicago.

The stress I was now under was so immeasurable I didn’t care about my fucking car, or anything other than her! I just had to find Isabella. I gripped the stirring wheel far too tight and my fangs were now out, dripping with venom ready for a fight.

My phone rang again and it was Jasper.

“Edward when you get near the house look in the fucking mirror. If she is any where near there then your eyes should be green!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, according to Alice she says this will happen if she is near you and you’re searching for her. I am sure your fucking stressed right now…then yes they should be fucking green the closer you get to her. You will know if she is in the house or not. But Edward, whatever you do, DON’T fucking go up there and lose it man. Emmett will meet you there. Stay calm or you will end up getting her killed and yourself!”

I hung up and kept looking in my rearview mirror for any sign of those haunting eyes of my mothers. I was a block away and when I glanced into the mirror again, my heart pained worse than ever longing for my green eyes to appear and guide me to her. I still had no response, and my gut started to twist in agony as I feared he would not take her home like I had thought. He took her out somewhere. Maybe it was just a dinner date. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe….

I met up with Emmett near the house and between the two of us we could not detect her scent and now we were relying on my eye color. We circled all the way around the perimeter of the house and I listened in for any thoughts but we still came up with nothing.

I was about to lose my shit as I pulled both hands through my hair wanting to rip it out in agony.  

“Fuck Emmett, what the fuck am I going to do? He will kill her! HE WILL FUCKING KILL HER!!” I paced like a madman and kept pulling at my hair before I growled out a pathetic whimper as it sank in that I had lost her.

I lost her.

I didn’t even have her yet and I had already lost her.

Jesus fucking Christ why the fuck did I leave?

“Man, calm down. Now did they say anything about where they might go like a restaurant or a movie or something? Anything?”

“He just said he would take her to dinner that first night.” My voice was cracking. What the hell was happening to me?

“Well shit there are a ton of places to eat. Let me call Rosalie and see if she has talked to her.”

I paced while waiting for him to get off the phone. He did not have to say anything to me. I already knew she hadn’t spoken to her. She had not talked to anyone since that night we were at the club.

“Emmett why the fuck is this happening to me? What is she doing to me that I cannot fucking breathe?” I gripped onto his arm.

“You don’t even need to breathe Edward so calm down. I don’t know man, but we will find her! Rosalie is calling her right now.”

“I have to do something! I am going to Peter’s if you want then follow me.” I jumped into Cherry and took off for Peter’s office. If anyone can help me find her it’s Peter.



CAIUS’S POV


I sat across from her watching her as she sipped a glass of wine. 



She was absolutely breathtaking, and her virgin blood smelled so fucking good it was taking a tremendous amount of self control on my part to hold back from savoring her own sweet nectar right here over the table.


As soon as she is done, I will suggest she go to the ladies room before we head out. It will be then that I slip the drug I have made just for her… that is going to make this tame little pussy cat beg for me. This particular mix of Ecstasy was the best shit money could buy… thanks to Edward Cullen, and to make sure she was good and wet, I doubled the venom mixture in her dose.

I almost let out a moan imagining that sweet voice of hers begging, pleading and whimpering for me to touch her. To tease her and hear her crying out, while begging to get fucked. She would want it so fucking bad and I am hard as hell right now visualizing this scene and hearing that sweet voice begging for my cock….hmm.

And she shall have it. Anyway I deem fit…she will definitely have it, but not before I teach her how to submit like a good little bitch.
Naughty little minx thinks she can run with vampires….oh my sweet little innocent one, you will so want to run when you find out where I am taking you.

I smile to myself knowing that but by then it will be too late because the drug will have kicked in.

It has been a long time coming since I played with a human submissive. I love playing with my food. Even more so when it has a sassy mouth on it and a pussy dripping with want and need to get fucked good and hard.

Man is she going to be so fucking tight that I may very well have to gag her to keep her screams to a minimum.  

I feel my cock twitch as I watch her throat push down the swallow of wine she just took and her lips are now wet. Her tongue comes out to lick them and my cock twitches yet again.

“So where did you say we were going after this?”

“A friend has an eclectic Art Gallery in downtown. He converted an old warehouse into a pretty spectacular gallery to show off his work. I think you may like it. He has a variety of interesting pieces. Some are even of the BDSM lifestyle.”

“Really? Wow. I am intrigued.” Her eyebrows rise up and she gives me a small smile and a beautiful blush.

“Who knows you may find something you like and go home with a new masterpiece for your lovely home.” I smirked at her.

She blushed yet again, as venom pooled in my mouth. “You are truly beautiful when you blush Isabella. It’s been years since I have seen a young lady blush like you do.”

“Years?”

“Okay give or take a few.” I wink and she giggles.

Naughtly little girl giggle.

Oh I am going to have so much fun with you.

“You may want to go freshen up before we head out. Who knows how traffic will be getting over there.” I give her my best smile.

“You are probably right.” She smiles and stands up and I watch her every move as she is walks away from me all bare shoulders and soft skin and that hot, tight, dress against her hard little body. I look down at her glass and there is just enough of it to mask the drug.

Pulling it to me closer, I hold it in my hand and pretend to be drinking from it.
I frown at the ridiculous stamped pills that we have been selling to humans. They stamp them like those stupid little conversation hearts they use on that dreaded holiday where humans profess their love to one another. It is absolutely ridiculous. Vampires are not meant to love. We fuck. We fuck for pleasure. We fuck for pain. We fuck to get off and we fuck because we can do it and get off repeatedly and put humans to shame with our stamina. We thirst for sex just as much as we do blood. But sex is so much more fun when your creative.




I drop the E laced with the venom that Cullen provided us into her glass as it fizzles. I swirl it quickly and set it back down and wave for the waiter to bring me the check.
If this doesn’t work and she does not drink it when she returns, then I will have to just force it down her throat once I get her to the warehouse. I want Isabella crazed the way I have seen other human girls hopped up on ecstasy laced with his venom.

I can feel the hardness of my cock has not bothered to let up since she climbed into the car and now that I am on the hunt…it has just started to weep for some attention.

Isabella returns and her breasts jut out about ready to spill over in this dress. Cleavage is so sexy on a hot little human. It is one of my favorite places to come on. She picks up the glass and to my delight swallows the last of the crimson liquid.

The anxiety is building when I hear my inner voice whisper in my head, “I am thirsty.”

I cannot help but reply with my own thought.

So am I…let’s get ready to play.



S*h*h*h*h*h….

Isabella’s POV.

Caius presses his hand on my back as we exit the restaurant. While we wait for the valet he brushes my hair off my shoulder and his icy cold fingertip grazes over my bare skin causing me to shiver.

I smile at him when he leans in to murmur in my ear so that only I could hear him, his cool breath blows over my skin.
“I want to play with you tonight Isabella. Maybe after we are done at the art gallery you will allow me to bring you home to play my little sex kitten?”

I can’t help but blush furiously.

“I uh….” I stammer because right now I am not totally sure if I am really ready for this step. I invested the last several days getting to know Caius and for some reason I am still not feeling what it is I am seeking out. As much as I want to feel that connection to him, I didn’t. So now…how do I convey this to him? Now I am really uncomfortable.
The car pulls up and I hear him sigh as he waits for the answer that I don’t know how to give.
“Don’t worry about it now my dear.” He opens the door for me to get in and I climb in taking notice at the lightheaded feeling that maybe I am a little buzzed from the two glasses of wine I just had with dinner.

I notice right away that I can’t stop from rubbing my thighs together. I also know that this is a really odd thing to be doing right now, but I can’t seem to help it. My girly parts feel like they are on fire. This was such an odd feeling. It almost feels a little familiar but I can’t seem to place the feeling that I have. I feel the heat intensify as I sit here and the burning sensation between my legs only magnifies. I can’t seem to stop fidgeting.

Caius leans in, buckles my seatbelt for me because apparently I became incompetent. I look up at him as he hovers over me a small smile on his face and he presses his lips on my nose with a quick cold kiss.
“Relax Pet. We will reach our destination shortly.” I swear he just sniffed me. “Hmm…you certainly are a responsive little thing…I like that in a submissive Isabella.” He laughs lightly as he walks around and climbs into the car after tipping the valet.

My focus is on one thing now. What is going on between my thighs? I want to just slide my hand down between my legs and just openly rub myself right here. There is this weird sensation down there and it just keeps growing more intense.

I lay my head back against the headrest thinking that it may have been the wine that is affecting me. I am starting to worry that I am about to get sick. That would be embarrassing.

I close my eyes for a moment, try to relax when all of a sudden I feel my entire body heat up instantly. I am burning up.

I feel hotter than Hades.

“Jesus.” I sit straight up and turn to look at Caius.

“Something wrong pet?” He asks eyeing me curiously, with a hint of a smirk.

“It’s uh…a little…no wait… no make that is it warm to you? I mean…I would have thought it would be cool with the top down…is it warm to you?” I notice that what I want to say is not what is coming out of my mouth as I try to rub my forehead in confusion. I know something is really wrong.

“Oh my sweet little Isabella you will be burning up in another minute but as for me…I am a little chilly. Here does this help?” His cool hand feels so refreshing against my skin as he brushes his hand over my cheek.

“Huh…it must be just me then.” I lean into the coolness of his touch.

I start to notice that the edges of my vision are now blurring. I only had two glasses of wine. This didn’t make sense. Granted I didn’t drink often but I have never had a problem handling a couple of glasses of wine before. Rose and I share a bottle when ever we went out to dinner.

No…this wasn’t the wine.

Then a sensation hits me like a blast of heat out of a furnace vent shot through my center as if I was straddling a hot radiator. It burns against my outer lips between my legs. I am sure that I am on fire and I can’t stop fidgeting.

“Caius maybe I need to go hommme. I am not feeeeling wellll.” I can hear the strange echo in my own voice as certain words bounce longer than others off my lips.

“You are fine Isabbbelllla. It’s just the drug my pet.”

A feeling of panic courses through me. I close my eyes and hope that when I open them up again I won’t be here and feeling this.

Please don’t tell me he said that.

I secretly hope I am imagining all of this—but I have to know—I have to ask as much as I am afraid of the answer I am sure he is going to give me.

“Exccccuse me did you sssay drug?”  My hands are trembling now, my mind is trying to stay calm, while my body is suggesting for me to rip off my clothes.

“Yes Pet. The one that is coursing through the long rivers of your veins preparing that sweet body for my undivided attention.” His hand rests on my thigh now.

Squeeze.

Rub.

Caress.

Why does this frighten me?

I watch his fingers slowly push up the hem of my dress in fascination as his long cold fingers make contact with my heated skin.

Wow his touch is so cool.

Like Edwards.

I feel my entire body relax all of a sudden and I moan out losing focus. I feel his cool hand push my hem up higher and it is as if my leg had a mind of it’s own as it splays open right here in the front seat of his car inviting him to do whatever he wants.

I have no control and I am not sure if I even care. Did I?

It feels like an out of body experience, I hover over the car watching myself become so relaxed as I have obviously become very willing to allow him to grope me. I can feel and hear myself yearning while thrusting my hips, begging to be touched.

God did I want to be touched so much.

Suddenly his hand moves up and he openly squeezes one of my breasts while his thumb brushes over my very erect and hard nipple. I gasp in surprise and pleasure.

What the fuck is happening to me?

“I am going to love fucking those sweet tits of yours.” I turn to gaze at him fascinated by his looks and I watch his profile as he drives. My eyes start to go from slightly hazy around the edges to suddenly more blurry.

Am I going to pass out now?

“Mmmm…”  I try to cover my mouth to stop the desire that sneaks out of me and it doesn’t work. I can’t seem to move my hand.

“You like that idea don’t you little girl?” his voice reverberates with the whipping wind around me.

His blonde hair blows in the wind and I realize we are in a convertible. Why Am I so fucking hot?

Drug. That’s right.

Shit…

“Did...you drug me?” It takes me far longer than it should to actually ask that question. Each word spills out in slow motion.

With my head against the headrest looking at his profile I can see the sinister grin he gives but didn’t even look at me to do so. It is like he is doing it for himself.
He is handsome and his arms flex as he squeezes the steering wheel.

Suddenly the music kicks on as we drive down the highway through the heart of the city.
The words are strangely registering in my very overly stimulated and confused brain.

Please allow me to introduce myself
   I am a man of wealth and taste. I’ve been around for a long, long year
             Stole many a mans soul and faith and I was round when Jesus Christ
                             Had his moment of doubt and pain made damn sure that pilate
                                                  Washed his hands and sealed his fate pleased to meet you
                                                                                   Hope you guess my name

Caius turns and looks at me and gave that killer sexy grin I had seen a few times before.

I bust out laughing at the irony of the lyrics and the fact that we are driving in a convertible. 

“Find something funny pet?” His cold hand squeezes my molten heated thigh.

“This song and the car.” I giggle manically.

“What about it?”

“Haven’t you ever seen Interview with a Vampire?” I think I quirk an eyebrow at him but I can’t be sure because my head is nearly spinning now.

Hot between thighs.

Cold hand.

Spinning.

Dizzy.

Blurry.

Losing a grip on reality. 

“As a matter of fact I haven’t care to enlighten me?” He looks at me out of the corner of his eye as he is becoming more blurry. His eyes look different. Darker than I remembered. How long had his eyes been like this?

“This song is played in the ending scene and poor little Christian Slater doesn’t know he is riding in a convertible with Lestat. Lestat is a vampire!”



I say the words but I am not sure if he hears me or even if I have actually said them.
Maybe I just thought them. I rub my now molten thighs together again. God it’s fucking hot!

“I need to go home.” I murmur. At least I think I did. Didn’t I?

“Where are we going?”

Caius just got blurrier as the sounds around me slowly start to fade.

“We are going home Isabella. But not yours my beloved little pet. I am taking you to the Devils playground.” His fingers grip my thigh tight and his fingertip grazed the edge of my panties as I look down to notice my dress pushed all the way up now and the black velvet of them exposed. Without wanting them to, my hips thrust towards his cool touch in a deep need for relief. 

“Touch me.” I whisper and I don’t know why I am asking. His cool fingers reminded me of my dance with Edward.

His cool hand holding mine.

His cool lips pressed to my temple.

His scent I missed and yearned for. He broke my heart. How could he do that to me?

My eyes moved to meet with Caius’s and he smiles as he flashes me a pair of elongated fangs. His tongue snakes out and licks the tip of one of them and he throws his blonde head back laughing and pressing the accelerator at an alarming speed.



Everything that was so hazy only worsens and I am sure to pass out as my head lolls back on the seat.  I feel the cold touch as I begin to envision that Edward is touching me.

Caressing me.

Not hating me but loving me.


S*h*h*h*h*h……


Isabella has passed out from the deadly cocktail slipped to her of venom laced ecstasy and the red wine she just consumed. It wasn’t Caius’s intention to have her lose consciousness. He realized the mixture of all three was the most likely cause because he knew that he put far more venom into the E than was usual. He smiled to himself wickedly because it did make things so much easier when he pulled up to the warehouse hit the remote and the huge doors slid up. The rollers scraped like the nails over a chalk board as he gained access to his playground. He parked his car and looked over at Isabella licking his lips. His hand couldn’t resist one hard rub against his straining erection.  She was out cold and had no idea that she was about to be imprisoned below ground in a mid-evil looking playroom that was also his torture chamber.
The thought that no one could hear her screams from down there had delighted him beyond belief and the mere thought only increased his arousal. 

He groaned out at the feeling of his cock needing some sort of relief and since
Vampire stamina is never-ending in regards to their libido; he could use a little release.
Vampires can fuck for hours on end and never tire. Never wear out and most definitely never run out of the number of orgasms that can be achieved repeatedly.

He knew that to just go ahead and rub one out before he started on her would not affect his performance. He climbed out of his car walked around and opened her door unfastening her seat belt all the while inhaling the scent of her very wet pussy.





Caius produced a silver jeweled collar and knelt down sliding it under her hair and fastening the buckle to her neck. He cinched it tight.

“There you go. It is perfect on you baby.” He leans in and presses his lips to hers softly but gets no response from Isabella and he doesn’t really care just so long as when she wakes up she realizes she belongs to him.

The drug definitely worked on Isabella and that pleased him immensely. He wasn’t sure what it was about Edward Cullen’s venom that had the effect it did but he appreciated it all the same.
If you were to delve inside of Caius’s head you would hear the raging jealousy he carries around for Edward Cullen. He wanted what Edward had. He grew to accept that he could never be him so he settled for his own charm and talents to lure in what enticed him. He was surprised that night when Edward danced with Isabella and wasn’t fully aware if Edward was in fact interested because it was well known that all his past submissives were vampires. He heard the words that spilled out of his mouth when he spoke to Isabella during their dance that night at After Life. For some reason Edward rejected her and this made Caius immensely happy because that gave him free rein to pursue the dark haired beauty.

Edward had no idea what he had rejected and Caius smiled at his stupidity.

He laid her out on the hood of his car and ripped her dress from the hem all the way up splaying it open to what had to be the hottest petite body he had ever seen and his cock fully agreed as it began to throb painfully while growing harder. Isabella’s head lolled to the side as she moaned. She looked good in his collar.

“Fuck that is sweeter than I ever could have envisioned.” He moaned out and let his hand move to brush his thumb over her hard pert nipple which reacted instantly to his cold touch making it pronounce further and if there is one thing Isabella had that Caius loved it was a great pair of perky breasts that he could enjoy for hours. He imagined licking, sucking and eventually nicking one with his nail to let a trail of blood seep out for him to slather her blood over them. Licking human blood off a pair of tits while fucking her was one of his biggest turn-ons.  

Isabella laid there in only a black velvet and rhinestone clad thong on her tiny hips with her dress torn up the entire length of the front and her black sexy strappy shoes and Caius regretted that he didn’t have his video camera up here with him to document her accepting his collar.

“I will have plenty of time to record you once I get you downstairs.” He spoke to her even though she couldn’t hear a word.

Caius took special notice of the shoes still strapped on her feet.

Sexy.

That is when he made the decision that he wanted them to play a part of their first scene. He went around to the trunk opened it and pulled out two bundles of rope.
He walked back around and looped a quick noose around one ankle and another around the other. With her knees bent and her heels flat against the hood of his jet black paint, he tied her ankle to the bumper of the car and repeated with the other.

Caius wasn’t one to care as much about his car as Edward had fawned all over his. Isabella looked sinfully delicious spread out for him and he imagined Edward would never do something so naughty over the hood of his pride and joy.


He took off his jacket, loosened his tie and pulled it off his neck and moved to the side of the car. He gently lifted her head sliding the tie over her eyes and tied it in a snug knot blindfolding her.

She would have no idea where she was or who she was with now and he smiled as his tongue snaked up along her pulsing artery.

He wanted to taste but didn’t want any of her blood tainted with the drug so he would be forced to wait. He then made his way to stand in front of his car and in between Isabella’s legs as he looked down on her.

He pulled his zipper down and pulled out his massive cold stone erection and stroked it as his mind went to a darker place between wet lips and tightness and pounding thrusts and blood curdling screams. He began to stroke him self faster and harder while Isabella Swans pale skin glowed on the hood of his black Mercedes spread out in only a thong and tied down for his viewing pleasure.

Caius on the edge now shot his load just off her very wet center barely missing her shiny jet black velveteen panties as it hit the black hood of his car. His fangs protruded further spewing venom from his mouth during his release as he screamed out in pleasure. The thunderous roar as he voiced his relief shook through the building as it rattled the windows causing Isabella to stir slightly.

With lightning fast movement he shredded the rope and yanked Bella’s dress the rest of the way off her leaving it on the hood of his car as he threw her over his now bare chest and shoulders and made his way towards the big wooden doors that lifted from the ground to reveal a dark steep staircase that led down a faintly lit path to his beloved den of sin. All the while Caius hummed and alternated as he belted out the lyrics with only the echo of his footsteps as he made his way down to hell with Isabella drugged out of her mind and naked over his shoulder.

A simple man and his blushing bride
          Intravenous, intertwined
               Hearts gone cold your hands were tied
                        Why'd you have to go and let it die?

                                  Beautiful veins and bloodshot eyes
                                         Why'd you have to go and let it die?
                                                            In too deep and out of time.
                                                                     Why'd you have to go and let it die?


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Music video for both songs posted on the blog with the story

Sympathy for the Devil is by Guns N Roses

Let it die is by the Foo Fighters.

All videos and Art work is posted on the blog because I can’t post them here even though I would love to.

Next chapter is our beloved Edward.

Can I just say…ladies…an angry Edward is just oh sooooo very fuckhawt and hands down

Chapter twelve in all of my writing career is my favorite chapter of all!!!
I hope you all agree….he is just so hawt!



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