Twilight Fan Fiction / Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Come For The Vampire ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to its wonderful creator, Stephanie Mayer. I do not seek out personal gain from this story.

 

Author's Note: This is my first adult story so, please be kind about it! This is my own Edward/Bella twist. Reviews are encouraged. Enjoy!

 

 

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It had been little over a year and a half since I had first arrived in Forks. If I racked through the dozen of recently acquired memories, I could still remember that - what else, rainy day I'd walked out to from the small airport up at Port Angeles. Charlie had been waiting for me then, standing awkwardly by his cruiser, unsure of what the future lay in store for us. I was surprised when I realized how very much and how very little had changed since then. We both looked the same, for one: my skin was still a translucent ivory, only encouraged by what little sunshine was felt in Forks. My plain, brown hair had not changed its lifeless shape but had merely just grown longer throughout my stay. I had simply not gotten around to getting it cut, simply because I had a ton of other things to worry about. Chasing after - as well as being chased - by vampires was a draining hobby that seemed to pushy out any other feeble details. Charlie had not changed much, either; he was still standing, waiting for me. The rain had drizzled over our heads, dampening our clothes, the sound of the airplane engines roaring behind my back. I noticed how his brand-new suit (bought by Alice, much to my father's disdain) seemed to stretch out nicely over his stomach, his tie straight and sleek over his crisp, white shirt. I was hit with a sudden pang of realization that we had simply just come to full circle and I could feel my eyes dampen in pain. I met Charlie's eyes and instantly regretted it, for his understanding was reflected in his eyes and that only seemed to make it harder somehow. He stretched out his hand towards me and attempted to give me a reassuring smile. I glanced at the arched doorway behind him, knowing Edward was waiting for me down the narrow aisle. It would take exactly thirty-two steps for me to stand in front of him and I knew that if I did not will my feet into moving at that instant, I would turn around and run away from it all.

 

`Never from Edward…' I thought, with a guilty frown as I took Charlie's arm and wrapped my own around it.

 

I loved Edward with every fiber in my body, in every breath and every second of my existence. It was a love that required to deciphering and no explanation, it simply co-existed with the rest of the world. It was gentle and reassuring; torrid and passionate all the same. It was marriage I was scared of, the knowledge that Renee and Charlie had married pretty much under the circumstances I was marrying Edward under. We were young, or rather I was young; Edward merely looked the part, but he'd been treading the world for over a century now. Knowing that Renee and Charlie hadn't made it, and I was afraid it was a sort of jinx, a premonition of what could happen between Edward and me. I had confided my fears to him, but he could only shake his head, a soft smile grazing his perfect lips. “You are more than willing to sell your soul to the Devil for me, yet you are afraid of being married to me?” He mused and I had frowned, grabbing my pillow and pressing it hard against my chest. “What if… what if we jinx it? What if you bite me and you decide you don't want me anymore?” I protested weakly and his arms soon flew around me, pressing me anxiously against his cold, solid chest.

 

“Isabella Swan, I will love you every day and every night for as long as I exist. No one or anything will ever make me want to leave your side. You are my life.” He had breathed out, his eyes a dark, swirling honey heavy with emotion. My brain racked itself for something else to debate him with, but my defenses - and my fears - crumbled when he pressed his soft lips firmly against my own.

 

“You look beautiful, Bells.” Charlie spoke softly, unsure of his emotions. “I want you to know I couldn't have wished for a better daughter than you. I'm going to miss having you around.” He spoke and I could feel my eyes water again. I was never overly sentimental, but I was surprising myself today. All I did was nod. “Thanks, Dad.” I answered, my voice sincere. The music began to play out from the ebony piano and I straightened my head. We made our way down the aisle, heads turning towards us as they watched in admiration. I knew I looked as close to beautiful as I would ever get; my hair was down, curled into soft waves, a pearl tiara resting on top of my head. The long, stitched veil was attached to it and flowed down like water down my back and over my shoulders, stopping just beneath my hips. My dress was ivory, a heavy-weight taffeta gown. It had strapless mermaid features with a pleated neckline and a flange skirt and corset hem stitching..It had been a gift passed down by Esme, as she happily reminisced about her first wedding with Carlisle.

 

“I want you to have it, Bella.” She said, ignoring my protests. “Marrying Carlisle was the best day of my life. I know marrying Edward means the same to you.”

 

My eyes darted through the small crowd sitting in the pews. We were not in a church - neither Renee nor Charlie were very religious and, let's face it, the prospect of vampires wedding in a Catholic church was borderline blasphemous - but rather in a dainty little locale just off of Port Angeles. Everything was old and antique and, as Alice had explained, gave the wedding a theme without much of a hassle. White roses, lilies and babies' breath decorated the small, circular room as well as the bouquet I was holding. Alice had laughed and had refused to tell me who could catch it, much to my displeasure. I was standing in front of Edward now, and my breath was caught in my throat as I met his eyes. I had never imagined such a meaningful, loving expression on someone's face. It was if the world were invisible to him, only his love for me being worthy of his attention. He was dressed in a black tux, tight and tailored to perfection to his chiseled figure. His bronze hair was brushed back from his face, and his eyes were a light topaz that swirled with eagerness.

 

Charlie fidgeted besides me and placed a quick peck on my forehead, followed by a shake of Edward's hand as he placed me (in so many ways) under Edward's protection. I beamed at him, my cheeks flushed and he could only widen his smile, his arm wrapped around mine with even more purpose. The ceremony went by quickly enough and soon enough, we were giving our vows and placing our corresponding rings. Edward sealed the deal with a supple, but promising kiss and applause erupted from the crowd as the priest announced us “Mister and Missis Cullen.”

 

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The silence was unnerving, as Edward carried me with ease to our room. After the reception, we had said our momentarily goodbyes to the Cullens and Renee, Phil, and Charlie. The ride to the inn we were staying at for the night was filled with nerves and doubt. `What if I can't please him? What if something goes wrong?' I fumbled, biting my lip in disdain. Edward seemed to have picked on my dark mood but had chosen not to comment on it, much to my relief. The last thing I wanted to do was have to explain to him what exactly I was so afraid of. I had never kissed a guy other than Edward; my days in Phoenix hadn't been anywhere near as productive as other girls my age. Sure, I knew a bit about the general process: kissing, the removal of clothes, the actual penetration process, but I couldn't help but wonder on whether the fact Edward was a vampire would change things. Did they find release? I shuddered at my own thoughts and I could see Edward raise an arched eyebrow at me, as his wrist flicked and opened the door effortlessly. He shifted my weight and pushed the door open with the tip of his foot.

 

“Here we are.” He announced, a smile on his face. I stole a glance around the room: it was bigger than I expected, and it expanded outward rather than to the sides. There was a small lounge area where a round, glass coffee table was placed amongst a delicate chaise lounge chair. Behind it, a very feminine mirrored vanity sat. It was made of silver and shone under the moonlight that filtered through the lace curtains. Towards the middle of the room a large canopy bed stood, the ornate, decorative fabric draped across the upper space between the posts and a solid swath of cloth lying directly over the bed. The lace bed curtains were draped around the frame, creating a barrier around the mattress. To the corner I saw the door giving into the bathroom. Candles were already scattered amongst the room and I could see rose petals lying haphazardly on the polished wooden floor. I could already feel myself going into a fit; my breathing sped up and I was afraid I would hyperventilate. Edward rushed and placed me down delicately, like a doll, on the lounge chair. He kneeled in front of me and grasped my hands comfortingly, his eyes pleading against my own frightened ones.

 

“Bella, if you are not ready for this, we can just sleep for tonight. I do not wish to push you into doing anything you don't desire to do.” He pleaded, rubbing the pads of his thumbs against my skin. I shook my head weakly. “I love you, Edward. I… want to become yours tonight.”

 

He groaned lightly and tilted my chin to face him. “You'll be the death of me, Bella.” He rushed out before meeting my lips with his. The pressure of his smooth lips made me want to jump out of my skin, his kisses coaxing in the beginning, luring my self-confidence back into play but soon grew impatient as his tongue darted out to trace my lower lip. Without thinking, I enclosed my mouth around it and gave it a slippery tug. He moaned and broke away, his hands gripping my shoulders. “I'm sorry.” I apologized, my lack of self-discipline discouraging me. Edward, however, dismissed my apology. “You did nothing wrong, Bella. You are just so damn irresistible.” He spoke, pressing our lips together once more. Instantly, my arms wrapped themselves around his neck, my hands tangling themselves in his hair. He didn't stop me, but rather continued his ministrations with his tongue, searching my own in earnest as he pulled me up and off the chair. I parted my lips as I felt his tongue wriggle its way into my mouth, my own appendage shyly engaging into an erotic dance with his. He swept the roof of my mouth once and pulled away, and I bit his lower lip with momentum, earning a throaty, encouraging statement.

 

“Bella, let me take off your dress.” Edward offered, turning me around and I complied, enjoying the feel of his cold hands undoing the small clasp at the back before pulling down the zipper. His lips kissed at every sliver of skin exposed, caressing my spine with the tip of his tongue and he lowered the zipper to its very end. I took his hand and stepped out of the fabric, bending down to retrieve the gown. Edward took it from my hands and tossed it towards the couch. “God, Bella.” He whispered out, his hands roaming down my bare back. “You look… edible.” He joked feebly, his eyes roaming my body. I wore a white push-up bra covered with luxurious satin, complete with a beautiful garter belt and string thong. The racy lingerie had also been Alice's idea, a gift she had ordered online from Europe. Edward's eyes glazed with a primitive look of sheer hunger and for a second I stood in fear, afraid he was experiencing a different kind of hunger. But, he reached out to grab my waist and hoisted me up in the air. “Edward!” I shrilled in surprise, and my legs wrapped themselves around his torso unconsciously. He let out a growl as my center brushed against his groin and I gasped loudly at the contact, my stomach rumbling with an unknown emotion.

 

He carried me off to the bed, pushing the curtain of silk away from our bodies as he placed me neatly in the center of the mattress. My eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, but I heard the rustle of fabric as his jacket hit the floor. “Edward…” I whispered out and he was quickly by my side. I reached out to undo his shirt buttons and I could hear his low chuckle as my trembling fingers struggled to free him from his confinements. With another fluttering kiss, he trailed down my jaw line and towards my earlobes. I could feel his fangs graze the skin as he clamped his lips around the flesh, sucking solidly before letting the skin go with a suction-like noise. I moaned, tossing my head back as Edward's bare skin grazed against my own. He had already taken the shirt off with not so much of a disruptive motion from my skin. He pressed his nose against the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent in deeply, his cheek pressed against my warm bosom. “You smell so lovely.” He trailed off, his lips on my pulse as his hands snaked around my back to unclasp my bra. Soon, it slipped off my shoulders and he gently pulled it off, tossing it aside. I blushed and looked away, sensing his scrutinizing eyes on my chest. Without warning, I felt his hand cup my left breast gently and I let out a whimper as he knead the flesh, my nipples hardening on contact.

 

“Edward…” I began, but he silenced me with a chaste kiss and he continued his ministrations on my breast. Soon, his other hand joined on my ignored breast as his thumb and forefinger plucked at my hardened buds. My head fell back as he continued, never faltering as his mouth wrapped itself around my right breast, nibbling lightly on the flesh before giving it a solid tug that had me shouting in pain and pleasure. He released my breast only to repeat the same procedure on my left. I could feel his wet tongue dart around in lazy circles around the darkened areolas, and I left another tug deep in my stomach. A wetness reached the apex of my thighs and I pulled Edward away with resolution, panting loudly. “It's too much…” I protested pathetically, licking my painfully dry lips. I felt the rumble of his chest as he laughed throatily, his freezing hands skimming down my sides as his thumbs tugged on the waistband of my g-string. His eyes searched mine for permission and I nodded, mesmerized by the sight of him kissing the valley between my breasts, kissing each fleshy, swollen peak before making his way down my navel.

 

I felt myself relaxing, lying down flat against the mattress as Edward's hands trailed down from my knees slowly to my inner thighs, parting my legs aside. He pulled on the ribbons that held my garter belt in place, pleased as the fabric gave away. His eyes were full of mischief and before I could register it, he bent down with fluidity and pressed his mouth against my center eagerly. My eyes widened in surprise, enjoying the feel of his tongue caressing my lower lips with passion. I felt my hips buck in want and I stifled a sigh, as Edward's fingers curled underneath the delicate fabric, tugging down the last of my underwear. He pushed it past my knees and down my ankles, and I kicked it off clumsily. He took a moment to take all of me in; sweaty, mussed hair, my lips parted and swollen from his kisses, my breasts flushed and my nipples hardened, my legs parted as my womanhood lay there, spread out and waiting. Just looking at his expression alone was singlehandedly the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life. I saw him swallow hard, fighting with his inner demons before he gave me a dazzling, predatory smirk. He dove between my thighs again and latched his mouth on the bundle of nerves, shooting my senses into the Heavens.

 

His tongue darted up and down my folds, though not one graze seemed erratic. Every flat sweep of his tongue had a purpose, every graze of his teeth and every invasion of his tongue into my tight opening. I felt his fore and middle finger spread my flesh wide apart, his tongue laid flat against my clit as he lapped at it in an up-and-down motion with inhuman speed. My hands clenched the bed sheets beneath me, and I arched my back clean off the bed as I moaned his name, my head trashing wildly about. Just when I thought it could not get any worse - or better, in any case - I felt something slither inside of me. His long, slim finger curled inside my walls, slipping in and out of me as his tongue never once stopped its assault on my little nub. It was not long before a storm hit me, waves of pleasure rolling down the tip of my head down to the tip of my toes. I shouted out my release, the wetness only intensified as my fluids coated his fingers. He slipped his digit out of my body and I instantly felt a hollow down there, one that I knew could only be filled with his own flesh. I saw him lick the moisture off his finger and I blushed scarlet, peeling my glance off his.

 

“You taste exquisite…” Edward justified himself, his tone husky and dark. “God, Bella… I should warn you, I don't know if I can hold on for much longer.” I broke him off, sitting up and grabbing the hem of his trousers. “Then, don't.” I replied simply and began to fidget with his zipper. Soon, he was free and I began to tug down the fabric. I could see how his stomach, lean and tight was adorned with two hollow lines, parallel to his hips that seemed to disappear beneath his underwear. They were the sexiest things I had ever seen on Edward's body and I shyly reached out to trace them with my fingers. He smiled and tugged down his pants effortlessly. “Lie down.” He ordered and I did so; moments later, Edward crawled up on me. I felt his penis graze my knee and I shuddered at the contact. His eyes met mine.

 

“Bella, this will hurt… Are you sure you're willing to do this?” He whispered and I nodded, catching his lips once again. Our tongues locked together and I felt his hands roam down my body once more, pinching my nipples before trailing down to my folds. He rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb, alternating between clockwise and counterclockwise motions that soon had me fighting for my breath. He positioned his head at my opening, wrapping my fingers around his and grabbing my lips in an aggressive kiss before he forced his cock into me. The pain was excruciating: it felt like I was being split in half. I cried out against his mouth as I felt the intrusion dig itself deeper inside of me until I felt him push in no farther. He glanced at me with an apologetic look. “Forgive me, Bella, I…” We both moaned and panted as my hips shifted underneath his weight, sending shocks of pleasure rippling through our bodies. Edward pulled out before pushing himself back in. “God… you're so tight, Bella. So warm and so damn wet!” He hissed, repeating the motion once more.

 

Suddenly, I felt him stiffen. A low, animalistic growl escaped his lips and I stood still, terrified. I could feel him shake violently, his nails digging into my arse as he threw his head back. He kneaded the flesh with force and I could not help the strangled cry that escaped my lips. Suddenly, he snapped out of it, breathing heavily as he met my eyes. Without any explanation, he thrust forward once more, testing the waters. Edward wrapped his hands around my hips, steadying me as he plowed himself with force into my aching walls. The pain had receded into a dull throb in the back of my mind; only the friction of his smooth manhood invading me, claiming me as his over and over ricocheted throughout my body.

 

I moaned out in delirium and he began a constant rhythm, his thrusts short and in tempo with my own. We set out in a rhythm as old as Mother Nature herself. Every push of his manhood sent me inches closer to my orgasm. The room was filled with pants and groans as the tempo quickened. I could feel my walls tighten and constrict around his organ, and he in turn, only gripped my hips tighter. Suddenly, he jerked me upwards and kneeled on the bed, propelling me into a steeper angle. I could feel him impale himself into me, going deeper than he had before. My toes curled and I shivered violently, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my legs wrapped themselves loosely around his hips. I was being rocked like a ragdoll, for I was already gone through my third consecutive orgasm. My arms went limp at my sides but he did not stop, choosing to rather envelop my slick breast deep into his mouth, sucking with so much force I could not help but protest in pain. Loud, smacking noises echoed throughout the room as he fucked me senseless. My walls clenched spastically once again around his thick member, more liquid gushing out of me. I could feel the moisture dripping down my butt cheeks and my face flared red in embarrassment at the thought.

 

Edward was lost to his own animalistic instincts and I was suddenly afraid of what his inner beast would do if I asked him to stop. I knew he had not yet reached his climax but my womanhood was aching in pain. I groaned in protest when I felt him slip out of me; the sudden emptiness made me panic and my body instantly ached for his cock to spread me wide apart once more. It was answered when he merely flipped me over effortlessly and I lied in a heap, my arse taunt and raised perkily up in the air. “Bella.” He grunted, spreading my cheeks apart before seeking solace in my warmth once more. He pressed the bulging tip against my entrance once more and hissed loudly when it gave in, wrapping his skin with my own, damp cavern. His thrusts continued and could do nothing more than go along for the ride, as his arm slithered around our sexes and began toying with my clit. “Edward!” I screamed in the throes of passion as I threw my head back, my lips parted open and my eyes shut tightly as my face twisted in pleasure as my seventh climax hit me with brute force.

 

Simultaneously, Edward buried himself to the hilt and shot his seed deep inside of me, grunting and buckling as he came. We both tumbled down in a mess of sweaty, aching limbs, our breaths ragged and uneven. He pulled out of me softly, his load as well as my own juices trickling down my thigh. He reached out to me, pulling me close against him as he kissed my sweaty forehead. I snuggled into his chest, my mind and body exhausted. “I love you, Bella.” He murmured and I smiled feebly. “I love you too, Edward. Forever.” With a soft smile, my eyelids fluttered close and sleep overtook me. I couldn't have asked for more.

 

Author's Note: Well, I hope that was hot enough to go around! Reviews are encouraged!