Twilight Fan Fiction / Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Incubus ❯ Rape ( Chapter 2 )

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Rape

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Bella was at home waiting for her father to return as she finished cleaning the dishes when she thought she heard a noise up in her room. Curiosity gripped her as she walked up the stairs, wondering what it was. She checked her father's bedroom, tilting her head when she saw nothing was out of place.

Going to the bathroom, she deducted that the noise had come from her own room. Without a second thought, she walked through her own bedroom door, her eyes immediately zooming in on the book that had obviously fallen from wher she put it. Shaking her head lightly, she walked over and picked it up.

She didn't realize that she wasn't alone in the room until she heard the door snap shut.

Jumping as her heart began to race, she went to turn around only to be stopped by the arm that wrapped around her waist, trapping her own to her sides as she was brought back against a cold, muscled chest. Her mouth opened to scream, only to have a hand cover it, blocking all sound from escaping.

Silent tears began to leak from her eyes as fear caused her body to tense. She felt something poke her lower back, and harsh breathing in her ear as she was turned towards the door and lowered onto her bed with herself seating into the person's lap. The think that was poking her disappeared only to reappear with it now poking her butt.

She squirmed, uncomfortable and trying to get away, when she heard the person growl into her ear. She immediately stilled, scared, as she heard a dark chuckle next to her ear.

“Good girl,” whoever it was said. The voice was male and sounded a bit familiar, but she couldn't place it. She felt them shifting again until she was pressed down on her bed, face almost being smothered by her pillow until she turned her head she felt him sit on her back. The corner of a blanket was shoved into her mouth to keep her silent as he grabbed her arms and tied them together behind her back.

Seemingly satisfied, he pulled the blanket out of her mouth, immediately covering it with his hand as he got off of her, rolling her over until she was on her back and looking right at him. A gasp left her as she recognized him. It was the man who had been hurt, the one who had left.

A whimper left her as she realized that he must have tricked her father, for Charlie had told her that he was leaving, heading for Port Angeles last he saw. Another whimper left her throat as he once again strattled her, her arms digging into her back. He paused, realizing that tying her arms behind her wasn't the greatest idea if he was going to sit on her like this, and moved, pulling her up until his mouth was next to he ear.

“If you scream or fight, I will not only kill whoever hears, but I will also kill your father in front of you in the most gruesome way imaginable, understand?” he said in her ear, his voice telling her that he would indeed do as he said. Panic shot through her as she nodded her head. The minute his hand moved away, she began begging.

“Please let me go, please, who ever you are,” she said, her voice quivering with emotion. The main emotion that she was feeling, however, was fear. It pour from her in waves. Edward could feel and smell it, but he just let out a chuckle. He didn't want to let her go, he felt that he had waited to long for this, and he wasn't going to wait anymore.

“Sh, now, now. My name is Edward. And, Bella, I'm not going to let you go. I just got you, why would I want to do something stupid like that,” he said, untying her hands, and pushing her down. He quickly removed her shirt and bra before retying her hands to her head board. Without meaning to she let out a startled scream, which was quickly muffled by his hand.

The tears running down her face began to double in force, blurring her eyesight. She felt sick as his other hand began to touch and trace her breast. Despite her age, her breast were rather big, a size C that had sprouted overnight - at least, that was how she felt about them.

Both of his hands were on her breast now, squeezing them rather painfully. The whimpers that left her mouth all sounded pained. His hands finally moved to her shoulders, allowing her to finally have a chance to ask the one question that had begun to burn in her mind.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, lips trembling. He froze as he realized that she had no idea what he wanted of her.

“Oh, Bella, I'm sorry. I seem to have forgotten to tell you,” he said, pulling off his shirt before laying down on her so that his chest was pressed against hers. She couldn't help the gasp that left her lips as hos cold chest met with her warm one.

“Your going to be my mate, Bella,” he said so matter of factly that Bella couldn't help but stare at him as if he was crazy. He continued to talk as if he didn't notice.

“You see, Bella, ever since I saw you four years ago, I've wanted you. I could tell that you were different from the others around you, so smart and so beautiful. I began following you, discreetly, of course, to discover just how different you were. You don't belong with anyone in your world, you deserve everything you want.

“That's why I decided that you would become my mate. I always knew that you would be mine, the minute I saw you. Now, normally, I would wait, but I couldn't wait anymore, especially when I saw just how quickly you grew. Despite your age, you've matured in body and mind.

“That's why I'm here. I want you so badly, and it's time that impregnate you with my seed and vemon.”

Here eyes widened as what he was saying came to her. He had been watching her, stalking her, and he had just admitted to it like he was talking about the weather, unaffected about it. But that wasn't the worst of what he had said. Despite her young age, she knew exaclt was impregnate meant, and knew that he was going to rape her.

“No, no,no, no, no, NO, NO,” she began to say, repeating it until she was sreaming it. He was quick in silencing her, holding her mouth with his hand as he looked for something to keep her from being heard. She was struggling now, trying to free her arms as her face swung side to side in an attempt to free her mouth. He just pressed down harder until she couldn't move her face. Desperate sobs were coming from her.

He finally found something to gag her with, and shoved it into her mouth, once again cutting off her screams. He got off of her, grabbing her legs so he could finish removing her clothes. She kicked at him, but it didn't seem to do any harm as he finally got her jeans and panties off, leaving her naked underneath his gaze.

She immediately closed and bend her legs, desperately trying to hide from his gaze, but he was having none of that as he quickly finished unclothing himself and pulled her legs apart. She began kicking, trying to hurt him, but he wasn't having that as he managed to maneuver himself between her legs.

Panicked even more, she struggled even more, tears running non-stop down her face. Her head was shaking side to side, saying `no' when her voice couldn't. However, like everything she had done before, he ignored her, though he did give her the grace of removing her gag, replacing it with his hand.

She heard him murmur something that sounded like “Must hurry, not much time left,” as she felt him place something hard between her legs, touching her private place. Pushing himself forward, he entered and stretched her, breaking past her virgin barrier. Blood began to pool around his member, lubricating her as it slid out of her, dripping onto her pure white sheets.

Pained and terrified screams left her mouth, loud even through his hand. Her legs kicked at him as her hands struggled to free themselves from their binds. He didn't seem to notice her struggling, nor her screams, and he pounding into her, thrusting in and out of her at a fast pace.

Soon, his movements became rougher as he came closer and closer to the edge. His jaw was clenched as he felt the shifting in his mouth, he teeth enlongating as his eyes began to burn crimson. She didn't see them though; he had his eyes closed until he knew he was about ot cum.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, showing the now red irises to Bella as his teeth - now, sharp fangs - were also showing, eliciting new screams from her. Bella, her tear-stained face red with lack of oxygen, pushed her raw and sore throat to continue to make sound, hoping against hope that someone would hear her, though she was feeling more hopeless than she had ever felt at that moment.

She once again tried to move her hands to find them at his shoulders, untied from where they had been. Relieved to have their use, she pushed against his shoulders, trying to push him off of her. However, it didn't work at her right hand was suddenly restrained, pushed up agaist the pillow on which her head laid.

Her head was suddenly turned to the side, her throat bared to his gaze. Sharp pain entered her throat as even sharper pain went through her. It felt like something had entered her, both from her neck and from her private area. Feeling like she could throw up, she swallowed back the bile that had rose.

Several minutes had passed before he moved his face away from her throat, letting go of her mouth and hand as he pulled his now soft member out of her. To drained to do anything, Bella laid there, in physical and mental pain as her almost hollow eyes watch him, feeling even more afraid as she saw the blood that dripped from his lips onto his chest.

He felt bad, but not as much as he felt elated at having marked his mate. He wanted to take her home with him, to show her the mansion that she would live in with him, but decided to be nice. Stepping forward, he placed his hand on her forehead, ingnoring her whimper as he scrambled her brain, making her forget that he had come back, for he knew that she would immediately tell her father when he got home.

He would have erased her memory, but he wanted her to remember something about him, however horrible it might be. However, it would be to dangerous to leave her with a name or image to tell her father. He had no doubt that her father would do everything possible to kill the man who hurt his daughter. Add to the fact that her father knew what he looked like…well, lets just say that it would be bad.

Watching as her eyes slid close, he gave her a gentle kiss, placed a blanket on her to give her some cover, and ran out of the room, knowing he only had moments before she rewoke with her scrambled memories, promising an unspoken promise that he would come back in exactly one week for her as he disappeared into the forests.