Ch 15: Drawn

Bella.

I flopped on my bed and giggled. Spending the afternoon with Edward was great. He had the biggest collection of band shirts I’d ever seen. He had seemed quite amused as I inspected each of the shirts hung neatly in his small walking closet. There were at least a hundred of them. I found several shirts that were older than I was. When I questioned him about them he merely shrugged and stated that he was a collector.

Edward appreciated a wide range of music and had an impressive collection of cds as well. The shelves that ran the length of the wall in his bedroom were divided; books on one side and music on the other. The king sized bed was impossible not to notice on the far wall. The dark wood matched that of the furniture in the living room. It was covered in a plush black comforter with small red throw pillows for accents.

Rolling on my back, I closed my eyes.

Edward had been quiet most of the afternoon. He sat on the couch keeping a respectful distance only getting up to switch play lists. It was really nice to have someone to listen to music with. Rose always wanted to sing along and Alice was constantly chattering. With Edward I could lay my head back, close my eyes and truly enjoy.

I like that Edward didn’t feel like he needed to talk. Useless chitchat was just that, useless. Unlike Alice and Rose, who seemed to be uncomfortable in silence, it was refreshing to hang out with someone who didn’t have to talk to be comfortable.

I wonder what he is thinking right now, I mused. He might be thinking about me. I felt giddy. Part of me wished he had given me some sort of indication he was interested in me but he did not. I sighed. Maybe he just wanted to be friends, the thought made me cringe a bit, more inside than out. Rose would be glad for that, I smiled. She was so happy.

It was Rose and Emmett coming home that brought my visit to an end. Edward and I were listening to Candlebox when I first heard them. The first loud thump was followed by several more. I had looked at Edward for his reaction to the commotion when I heard Rose let out a muffled howl. Edward’s eyes locked with mine just as it registered what was going on beneath us. I blushed furiously and turned my head away from him.

Edward laughed at me smiling and I chucked a pillow from the couch at him.

“I can’t believe you have to listen to that.” I muttered, glancing back up. his green eyes appeared to be going dark again. I loved his eyes. They reminded me of a mood ring as they change; it is truly remarkable. Rose and Emmett were in full swing in the room below and it made me feel awkward. Both Alice and I had heard Rose having sex before. Last year when we went camping Rose brought her boyfriend. This was different though, Rose was making no effort to be discreet.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with Edward. Every thing about him screamed sex. I wondered if he could make me scream like Rose. Other than my own hand I was still a virgin. The thought of Edward changing that made my center tingle. My face flushed and I was glad he couldn’t read my mind.

Edwards’s eyes were steadily growing darker and I couldn’t look away from him. There was something about him that drew me in. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. The sounds below us faded to the background and for a moment it was just me and him. Part of me wanted to break the connection as his eyes burned in to me, but I couldn’t. I felt trapped, and it excited me.

Edward shifted in his seat. The movement was distraction enough I was able to unlock my eyes and look down. My eyes, betraying me, went straight to Edwards’s crotch. I almost died on the spot. Edward was sporting a hard on! My face felt like it was on fire and I quickly looked down at my hands. I didn’t dare look at him now.

Edward stood up abruptly and I thought he was going to change the music but he didn’t. When I looked up, he was standing angled away from me in the same place he had been the last time I was here. I could see him flipping the same shiny metal object around his fingers that he had last time. It appeared to be a silver medallion of some sort. I was curious and wanted to ask him about it but something about the way he was standing told me I shouldn’t bother him.

The same energy I felt last time I was here rolled off of Edward in waves filling the room. The silence was becoming awkward. It was like he forgot I was there. I sat for a minute trying to think of what to say. As if on queue my stomach growled. Edward’s hand stilled and I pushed myself off the couch.

“I need to get going,” my voice was shaky. Edward placed the medallion back on the shelf but he stayed with his back to me. I started toward the door confused by Edwards’s coolness towards me. “Thanks for letting me hang out. I really do appreciate you bringing me here instead of leaving me in the hall.”

“You have no idea,” Edward’s words were grating and cold and I almost choked.

“What?” I asked him incredulously. Had we not just spent the last few hours hanging out as friends? His harshness took me completely by surprise. I glared at him willing him to turn around and face me.

Edward stayed where he was staring at the shelf in front of him.

“I just mean you shouldn’t be here.” Edward’s tone softened back to the one he had used all afternoon.

I stiffened. “Then you shouldn’t have invited me in,” I shot back at him. If he was looking to piss me off he was doing a good job. I waited for his response and when there was none I stomped to the door. Pausing with my hand on the knob, I gave him a chance to stop me like he did before but he never came. This is not a game I was going to play. I stalked out the door pulling it shut hard behind me.

What a fucking asshole! I cursed him walking down the hall. I just started down the stairs when I felt him. The skin on my arms pricked up and my breathing hitched. I could feel him before I heard him.

“Bella,” his whisper sent chills down my spine and sent a wave of tingles reverberating between my thighs.

I refused to turn to look at him, giving him the same treatment had had given me. Staring at the steps in front of me I waited for him to continue.

“Will you come back to see me?” The tone of Edward’s voice unraveled me. He sounded so sad and it pulled at my heart.

I wanted to look at him but I knew if I did I would be lost and at that moment the last thing I wanted to do was get lost in Edward. Or did I? I questioned myself. Shoving the latter to the back of my mind I half turned to him peering up the staircase to where he stood on the landing.

I felt a sharp sting in my heart when I saw the sadness around his dark eyes. He stood deflated with his arms dropped at his sides. My first reaction was to go to him; to comfort him. I brushed that idea aside and looked away from him staring at the blank wall. Holding the banister, I stood for a moment absorbing his words.

“Are you crazy, Edward?” I asked him simply. My anger had dissipated at the sight of him. I was tired and ready to go home.

When he didn’t respond I dared to look in his direction. His eyes pulled mine right to his and I couldn’t stop them. His eyes looked almost completely black from a distance. He seemed to be fighting with something internally and his struggle confused me all the more.

“I have problems, Bella,” his voice floated down to me and settled on my ears tenderly. His face was blank, his eyes dark, and his tone heartbreaking. His demeanor surprised me. His response was not what I expected. There was too much to process; from his bad attitude in his apartment to his confessions atop the stairs. Maybe this was too much for me, maybe he was too much for me. I needed to think and I couldn’t do it here.

“We all have problems, Edward,” I addressed him, my voice steady. “I’ll see you around.”

His eyes never left me as I made my way down the steps. I could feel him watching me the whole way down. I kept a tight grip on the railing. My legs uncertain beneath me, I had to concentrate on my footing. Tripping was my specialty and I was not about to fall here and now, not today. Reaching Emmett’s floor I paused, briefly debating stopping to see Rose, but then I remembered what they were doing and changed my mind.

I rolled off the bed and headed to my cluttered desk. I couldn’t think any more about Edward right now. I had homework I needed to get done this weekend and the distraction was welcome. Edward is hard to think about, I flipped open my calculus book. Smirking to myself I shook my head, calculus was easier to figure out than Edward.

Forty five minutes later I shuffled my books into my bag and headed downstairs to start dinner. My phone alerted me to an incoming text. Pulling it out of my back jean pocket I opened the message from Alice. I laughed out loud in the quiet kitchen. The screen displayed a single character, a question mark. Alice was fishing.

I dialed her number smiling.

“Bella!” Alice squealed in the phone.

“What’s up?” I questioned her knowing full well I was about to be assaulted.

“Tellllllll meeeeee,” Alice whined through the phone and I laughed at her.

Not being able to contain my giddiness I quickly gave her a summary. “Edward was great. We talked and listened to music.” I didn’t mention the awkward moments Edward and I had.

“That’s it? What did you listen to? Are you going to see him again? He didn’t say anything about a girlfriend, did he?” the questions came faster than I could answer.

“I don’t know if he has a girlfriend but I don’t think so,” my stomach knotted at the thought. What if he DID have a girlfriend? Surely he wouldn’t have invited me back if he did, I tried to reassure myself. It seemed highly unlikely. I didn’t know when I was going to see him again if at all and I purposely dodged. “Let’s get together tomorrow and Ill tell you all about it,” I offered.

Alice grudgingly agreed and let me off the phone. How some people spend hours a day on a phone I have no idea. I’m just not a phone person, I guess. I had one more call to make so I dialed the number while I still had the phone in my hand.

Dad answered as usual on the second ring. “Bella?”

“Hi dad, I am just making sure you are getting off on time, I’m cooking dinner.”

“Unless something comes up,” was his short reply.

“Okay, see ya when you get here.” I clicked my phone shut and slid it back in my pocket. I busied myself making his favorite meal, fried fish with mashed potatoes and greens. When I was a kid dad used to go fishing with a couple of the men up on the Res. It was a few years after mom left that dad stopped going there. He still fished from time to time but on his own or with Dale, a fellow officer that would drive out here to meet him.

I know before Jake had gotten weird on me that Dad wasn’t hanging out with Billy, Jake’s dad as much. Not sure what happened between them and dad never mentioned anything about it.

Dad was home on time and I was grateful he had the rest of the weekend off. He looked really tired. The dark shadows under his eyes were undeniable and his eyes almost appeared to be sinking in to his face. He worked too hard and he certainly wasn’t getting any older.

I listened as he hummed his way through dinner savoring each bite of the tender fillets. Dad couldn’t cook for shit. Over the years I taught myself my own way around the kitchen and did pretty well, or at least dad seemed to think so. Dad could boil water, he liked oatmeal. Other than that, if I wasn’t cooking he would order out or at the Forks Café.

I love my dad. It’s hard to think about him getting older. I observed him carefully from the couch as he settled in to his big arm chair. Dad always stood tall and proud but the years were showing on him. His shoulders no matter how square he held them seemed to be rounding. He had dropped a few pounds too. It bothered me to think about dad getting old so I soon found myself back upstairs.

Deciding on a shower I dropped my clothes in the middle of the floor and turned to the floor length mirror on my wall. I wasn’t ugly but I certainly wasn’t pretty like Alice or Rose.

Over the last few years my body had transformed from a gangly teen to that of a woman. My eyes traveled to the thin mat of hair between my legs. Alice waxed; it was really something I wanted to try one of these days. Almost subconsciously my hand came up and plucked at a rosy nipple.

I closed my eyes and for a moment forgot I was standing in my room with my dad downstairs. I pictured Edward and imagined what it would be like to have his fingers roaming my body. My other hand swept gently over my stomach and I groaned. I really needed a shower. Crossing the floor to my dresser I pulled out my waterproof friend. This was the favorite of my three toys.

Rose bought one for herself last year and loved it so much she bought one for Alice and I both. My two crazy ass best friends, I shook my head and grinned to myself, one of them buys me underwear and the other buys me sex toys. It wasn’t like that, though. I know Rose told us she experimented once but Alice and I have always been strictly boys. Even though the three of us are so different we are close. Our bond is more than the gimmicky best friend’s rings and the title of ‘BFF’ with a heart drawn around it. On the inside we were sisters. So I guess that justified it in a way. Sexually I was the least experienced. We knew every thing about each other and we all had each others backs.

An image flashed through my head of the little red lace panty and bra set Alice gave me for Valentine’s Day two years ago. I still haven’t worn it. The smooth sheer scraps of fabrics were trimmed in black lace and pink satin bows. Until now, I hadn’t even thought of that little garment box buried in my closet. Edward. Mmmm.

The water was hot and burned my skin. Dating is something I get suckered in to every so often by Rose or Alice. Until Edward I haven’t found anyone who I really found interesting. My dates were always nice enough but they were always trying so hard to be good dates. Edward just doesn’t strike me as the ‘good date’ kind of guy; that, for some reason, fucking turned me on.

Rinsing the last of the soap from my mind wandered. Edward’s hard body would feel so amazing next to mine. Fuck. One hand clamored on my nipple and the other reaching for the rubber vibrator. His hands moving over my skin would be firm; I hardened my motions and parting my legs farther. Both hands tending my needs I ventured deeper. Wearing the skimpy lack bra and panty from Alice, dropping an overcoat, Edward grabs me and thrusts me against a wall. We don’t speak. He grabs my hair in one hand pulling my head back to the wall while his other hand pushes the panties off my hips to fall at the floor.

My legs part farther and my hand increases its speed as the vibrator slides deeper yet while I lean back on the shower wall. Edward’s pants are undone and his massive cock is free as he grabs my legs and wraps them around him, piercing me with his massive erection. I cry out into his shoulder and he fucks me harder. The initial pain of his brutal assault numbs as I feel myself relaxing to accommodate the size of his cock. He fills me with every thrust. The completeness he brings when he is buried in me makes the pain of his massive cock worth every delicious inch.

The sound of the water coming through the pipes of the old house was loud. I was grateful for the old pipes at times like this. As orgasm reached me I was unable to contain a final moan, calling out Edwards’s name. A dad hearing isn’t what it used to be so I was pretty sure I wasn’t found out but I still wasn’t pleased at myself for taking the chance. I was usually more careful than that.

There was something about Edward that made me want to lose control. There was something about him that screamed ‘bad’ but in the sexiest way. I don’t know exactly what it is about him but I am charged near him. I’ve never been around any one like him.

Pulling on a large t-shirt and clean cotton underwear, I turned out the lights and climbed in to bed. I left my curtains open and stared out in to the darkness. It was cloudy and cold out and the wind whispered through the tops of the trees.

In the next town over lives the first man I have ever met who made me feel like this. I’m still not sure what ‘this’ is, I reminded myself. Deciding labels weren’t important, I snuggled in to my pillow. Whatever ‘this’ is, I like it.

I whispered softly, “Good Night Edward.” Closing my eyes I let the darkness take me.

Edward.

I couldn’t see her but I heard everything. I closed my eyes and pictured her, just as I had seen her before when she would lay on her bed and fuck herself.

When I heard her call my name I almost came although I wasn’t even touching myself tonight. She controlled the pulsing in my cock with her ragged breathing and the soft wet sounds of her hand and her vibrator working her tight pussy. She owned me. I would be a liar if I said I didn’t want to fuck her and badly.

When she was in my apartment the thought of drinking her blood wasn’t nearly as strong as the urge I had to rap her around my cock; her mouth, her pussy, her tight ass. Most of the time I was on the couch there was a cushion in my lap. I don’t think she noticed.

Not being able to read her thoughts keeps me guessing and I hate it. It’s so frustrating not knowing what she is thinking which makes me want to get closer to her. Her scent draws me closer.

Of course she is drawn to me. She will be back to see me of that I was sure before I had even ask her earlier. Most humans are drawn to vampires completely unaware of danger until the vampire decides the time is right. We have an appeal. The fantasies she has about me are all because she came in contact with me, not because she really feels anything for me.

I sat perfectly still on the limb. I can’t leave her, ever. I can’t deny her. I can’t stay away from her. I can’t be with her, either. I don’t even know that she would want to be with me if she could or if it would just be the fucking vampire voodoo shit drawing her to me. Every thing is so fucked up.

“Good Night, Edward,” her voice was a hushed but defined whisper. Bella was close to sleep but still awake.

Flicking my eyes in the direction of her bed though the dark window I berated myself. Sometimes when I would look at her we would make eye contact. She would see it as a flicker of light and over the years accepted it as a reflection from some unknown source. I knew better than to play this game. She drew me in and the closer I get to her the harder it is for me to refuse her. This can’t happen and I can’t stop it.

“Goodnight Bella,” I whispered back in to the dark window. Her words settled on me a softy and I sat greedily and soaked up the sick satisfaction that I enjoyed her the way I did. Bella was nothing more than a victim to my nature, and at the moment it felt really fucking good, so good I can’t stop.

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AN:

Sorry it took so long, been busy lately. Let’s say two weeks on the next one but I’m thinking Ill have time this week. I have to schedule around family time and our activities.

As always love and appreciate reviews~ Have a great weekend everyone!!

Twilight is S.M., not mine.