Taste of Innocence Chapter 11
Bella followed me into the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table with an expectant look on her face. So now I was fucking expected to serve her? Of course I was. Why was that exactly? Because you turned her so it’s your job to feed her, jackass. Listen here, motherfucker, I’ve been trying to get her to eat since she woke up. It’s not my fault she’s the most stubborn woman on the planet and the only vampire with morals. I could have dealt with one of those fucking things but both? Life was so unfair. Yeah you have it really tough, don’t you? Fuck off, I hate you.
I made my way over the fridge and took out one of the packets of blood. What the fuck was I supposed to do with it now? Just let her suck it out of the plastic? Heat it up? Did I even have anything to heat it up with? I thought there were some old dishes in the cupboard but it’s not like I ever fucking used them. Hell, I’d never fucking used a microwave when it came down to it. The only reason I had one was because the house came with it.
I turned and looked at Bella, sitting at the table with her hands folded looking up at me like a perfect little pupil. The things I wanted to teach her! But of course she wouldn’t let me teach her anything fun and exciting. No, instead I got to teach her how to drink crappy packaged blood. There was something very wrong with that.
“Bella…” I felt like an idiot but I had no idea what the fuck to do. “How do I heat this up?”
She actually fucking giggled as she got up and went to the cupboards and started rooting around. “You haven’t ever used a microwave?” she asked, disbelief in her tone as she came out with some blue plastic bowl I’d never seen before.
“Why the fuck would I have? I don’t eat, remember? And they came out long after I ate my last human meal.” I couldn’t keep the irritation out of my tone. If she would just be cooperative for once in her fucking life I wouldn’t have to learn to use one now either.
“Oh, yeah, I tend to forget you’re over a hundred years old. Maybe because it’s kind of gross to think about.” Gross? What the fuck? There was nothing gross about me.
“Excuse me?”
She took the blood packet from my hand and wrinkled up her little nose at it. It would have been fucking cute if I could get beyond the fact that she just referred to me as gross. I mean, what the ever living fuck was that about?
“Can you open it?” How she could just fucking ignore me the way she did was beyond me. I ripped open the top and dumped the blood into the bowl as she sniffed and frowned. “It doesn’t smell very appetizing.” No shit it didn’t.
“That’s because it smells like plastic and whatever anti-coagulant they put in the blood to keep it from clotting.” It would probably taste foul which served her right for being a giant pain in my ass. She made a little huffing noise and I silenced that shit with a glare. “Don’t you even start. You wanted this, you’ve got it. Give it a fucking try before you turn up that pretty little nose at it.”
She growled, which was pretty fucking hot, and took the bowl from me, opening the microwave and placing it inside. She frowned at the buttons for a moment before shrugging and programming it to heat for a minute. “I have no idea how long it takes to warm blood.” It takes no time at all when you take it from some unsuspecting human. It’s always the perfect fucking temperature.
The microwave beeped and she took it out and thrust the bowl at me. “Is this warm enough?” Like I would fucking know. The fact that she wasn’t attacking the blood told me this plan was probably going to be an epic failure but she was just going to have to choke the shit down. That or let me go get her a much more delectable meal. I stuck my finger into the blood and it felt warm enough to me.
“It’s fine,” I told her, handing back the bowl and looking at the blood on my finger. It smelled wrong and I wasn’t even remotely tempted by it but figured why the fuck not? I raised my finger to my lips and placed it on my tongue. Holy shit, now that was fucking gross! I could taste the plastic and the anti-clotting fluid way more than I could taste the blood.
Bella was watching me with open curiosity and it took everything I had in me not to let my disgust show on my face. I swallowed and gestured at her to give it a try. She looked dubious but unearthed a spoon from a drawer and scooped up some of the foul mixture. I looked on with interest as she took a deep breath, which caused her breasts to thrust forward in that lovely green tank top she was wearing, which in turn caused Edward Junior to stir again. She was fucking gorgeous and I was going to explode if I didn’t have her soon.
She brought the spoon to her lovely lips and they parted as she tilted the utensil forward and took her first taste. A drop of blood fell from the corner of her mouth down her chin as she swallowed her first spoonful. I was so mesmerized by the sight that I barely registered her reaction to the taste. Foul or not, I wanted to lick the blood off her chin and keep right on licking the rest of her. Maybe I could open all the packets and dump them on her and lick every inch of that delectable skin. Maybe I could dump them on me and she could return the favor. Maybe…
“Blech!” she shouted, bringing me out of my daydreams, as fucking usual. I looked away from the bloody trail down her chin and focused on the look of utter horror on her beautiful face. “It’s so disgusting! It tastes nothing like…” she broke off and looked away from the huge grin that was now stretched across my face.
“It tastes nothing like what?” I knew the answer but she was damn well going to say it.
“Nothing like that blood I got from you.” Oh, Bella, you little master of understatement. Don’t you mean that blood that you licked and sucked off me? It was only the hottest thing you ever did to me. Don’t belittle it.
Of course I couldn’t resist saying it. “Nothing like the blood you licked off me?” She growled but nodded her head. “That would be because it was fresh, for one thing. It also didn’t have chemicals or plastic diluting the taste. Plus, you licked it off me, which no doubt made it taste even better.” I chuckled at the look on her face at my extra comment. What? I taste incredible, everyone says so.
Bella shook her head and started stirring the foul blood in her bowl. “What are we going to do now?” she asked me, sounding defeated. That really fucking sucked. I wanted to lord my rightness over her and I couldn’t even do that because she looked so incredibly sad. Still, I didn’t know how to make it any plainer for her.
“You’re going to have to give up this diet idea or come up with something else. I can’t say that I’ve spent any time thinking of alternate blood sources.” I kept my tone matter-of-fact, not wanting to show her how her sadness affected me. “For now, you’re either going to have to finish that or I can go get you someone to eat.”
She glared at me and shoved a spoonful of blood in her mouth. She made a sour face but swallowed it down anyway. I laughed at her reaction. She was so damn stubborn but for once it didn’t irritate me. She was the one suffering this time, not me.
I sat across from her and watched as she forced each scoop into her mouth and swallowed it down. The look on her face was fucking priceless. She reminded me of a child being forced to eat their vegetables. I remembered how mutinous I’d once been about eating carrots. That was Bella in this moment. It was awesome.
“I’m glad you’re taking such delight in my misery,” Bella muttered, glowering at me as she shoved in another spoonful.
“Hey, this was your idea. If you would have just gone along with my plans you wouldn’t be forced to endure such torture.” I could deal with her being angry; in fact I fucking liked it. It was when she was sad that I felt like shit. She must never be sad, not with me.
“I’m not eating people,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Well then, eat up, buttercup.” She put the spoon back in the bowl and got more blood on it. I watched as a smirk stretched across her lips. What the fuck was she smiling about? The next thing I knew, the spoonful of blood was hitting me in the face. “What the fuck, Bella?”
She giggled. “You were enjoying my suffering just a little too much.” Okay, maybe that was fucking true but did she have to throw blood at me? If it were good blood, I’d be all for it but not this disgusting shit that I had no interest in. Still, two could play at this game.
I matched her smirk with my own as I began to unbutton my shirt. “What are you doing?” she asked, surprise and something else in her tone. Desire maybe. Maybe, who the fuck was I kidding? Of course she wanted me; I was taking off my clothes after all.
“Well, baby, if you want to try to make that blood taste better by licking it off me, I’m willing to let you do it. How about you come over here and rub it all over my chest? I’ll be your plate.” I shrugged out of my button down and the black t-shirt I’d worn under it. Bella’s eyes were focused on my now bare chest and I didn’t bother to hide my laughter as she actually licked her lips. That broke her out of her trance and she looked up at me defiantly as she shoved another spoonful in her mouth. “Have it your way, then.” I used my shirt to wipe the blood of my face. I wasn’t tasting that crap again.
I leaned back in my chair and ran my left hand lazily up and down my chest. Bella followed my movement with her eyes but continued to drink her blood the boring way. What a fucking shame. Well, she wouldn’t be able to choke that shit down week in and week out for eternity. She’d tire of it real fucking soon, if she hadn’t already. I was so going to come home covered in blood after my next hunt. May as well show her what she was missing again, right?
I had to give the girl credit for sheer stubbornness though; she finished the whole damn bowl, pushing it away from her with a grunt. I unfolded myself from the chair and carried the bowl to the sink to wash it out. Not because I was suddenly Bella’s fucking servant but because I didn’t want that stench in the house any longer than it needed to be. It might eventually ruin my appetite and I couldn’t have that, now could I?
I turned and saw Bella was staring at the refrigerator, seemingly lost in thought. I walked over to her and ran a hand through her silky hair. “What are you thinking?”
She grimaced but didn’t pull away from me. “I’m trying to think of something else. There’s got to be a better way to feed me than that.” There was a way fucking better way, she just had to stop being a stubborn ass and embrace it. “And I’m still not killing people,” she pointed out. Who was the fucking mind reader here, me or her?
I dropped in the chair next to her and continued to play with her hair, accidentally on purpose brushing my fingers over her neck and collar bone. She arched her neck so it was clear she wasn’t bothered by my attention. “Well I’m open to suggestions.” Okay, that wasn’t fucking true but it sounded like something a supportive…whatever I was, would say. Boyfriend? That seemed too simplistic a term but I guess it applied.
She put her head on her hands and sat quietly for a few minutes while I continued to run my fingers through her hair. I wondered what that convoluted mind of hers would come up with next. No doubt it would be something unexpected, since she never failed to surprise me.
She turned to face me and bit her lip as she tried to put her thoughts into words. I wanted to shake her to ask her to fucking spit it out, because I was dying to know what she had in her strange mind, but I did my best to appear to remain patient. “Is it…do you think it’s possible for me to feed from a human without killing them?”
There was progress and then there was fucking Progress! If she was that close, willing to bite a human, then she was damn close to being willing to kill one. She just wouldn’t fucking admit it because that would mean admitting I was right and she was wrong.
“No, Bella. You saw your reaction when I came in wearing a little blood. The instant you tasted someone you would be lost to the bloodlust and they would die. Even if there were a way…it’s not like we can erase people’s minds. How would you go about explaining why you needed to bite them?” I tried to keep the glee out of my voice when I answered her. We were so close to her complete surrender to the life I’d given her. I could fucking taste it.
She scowled at me. “Damn it, why can’t we do anything cool like controlling people’s minds? What fun is being a vampire?” Or maybe we weren’t so fucking close after all. Damn she was irritating.
“Well, there’s the whole living forever thing.” She snorted. “And being stronger and faster than anyone else.” She still looked wholly unimpressed. “There’s power in that, you know; in holding a life in your hands. It’s fucking intoxicating.” She just sighed and shook her head. Why must she be so fucking obstinate all the time? “And there’s my whole mind reading thing, which is pretty damn cool if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah, but that’s just your thing. I don’t have any ultra cool power.”
“You may not have a power but you have a gift for being obstinate.” She huffed at me again. “Being a vampire is fantastic if you just embrace all of its elements.”
She put her hand on mine and squeezed. “Don’t you dare tell me it’s a gift again.” Like I was that fucking stupid? But it was one. She’d see, someday. “So, drinking a human and leaving them alive is out.” She sounded so disappointed. I wanted to hug her but I didn’t think she’d be overly receptive right now.
“No, it’s not possible. I don’t even know if I’d be capable of that and I’ve been around a long time, as you so happily pointed out earlier.” Speaking of which…”You never did tell me what you meant about it being gross.”
She giggled again and I delighted in the sound, even though she was laughing at me. “It’s just, if you think about it, you’re old enough to be my great grandfather or something. That’s pretty gross, you know?” Alright, I guess I could kind of understand that, but still, I didn’t want her associating me with some decrepit old fucker.
“Do I look like a grandfather of any kind?” I asked, my voice a silky purr as I spoke softly in her ear. Her crimson eyes looked a little dazed as she shook her head. I loved the effect I had on her, it was fucking intoxicating. “I’m forever stuck at 22, Bella. I look like I’m in my twenties, I react like I’m in my twenties. I’m in perfect physical shape and will be forever. I can make you scream my name for hours on end. Could an old man do that?” Another head shake. “Then I don’t think you’ll ever mistake me for your great grandfather.”
She continued to look rather unfocused so I decided to try to bring her back around to the topic at hand. “Where did you come up with the idea that you could drink from someone without killing them anyway?”
She shook her head as if to clear it and then answered me. “True Blood.” Oh crap, another of those damn shows I’d bought her. That fucking figured.
“More TV vampires?” I didn’t keep the disdain out of my voice this time. “After you precious Angel failed you with his diet plan, I’d think you’d be ready to let go of the idea that Hollywood could teach you how to be a better vampire.” Her hand left mine and she hit my left shoulder with a resounding smack. “Damn it, woman, must you hit me all the fucking time?” It didn’t hurt but it was only a matter of time before she really lost her shit and full on attacked me. I had to nip this in the bud now.
She looked instantly contrite. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happens. It’s like I get mad and I don’t really think about it and the next thing I know I’m hitting you. I’ve never hit anyone until I met you.” She sounded both mystified and somehow still slightly amused at the same time.
“Well I’m so glad I could bring out your violent side,” I told her sarcastically. I was half kidding though; I liked the fire inside my Bella. It was extremely arousing and Edward Junior was making himself known yet again.
She had the grace to look a little abashed. “Sorry, it’s just frustrating. I want to find a way to eat without hurting someone.” I rolled my eyes and she lifted her hand again. I raised an eyebrow at her and she dropped her hand down and gave me an adorable pout.
“Sorry.” Ha, she didn’t sound sorry that she nearly hit me, only that I’d made her stop and think before she did so. She was so fucking cute it killed me.
“So, on True Blood vampires can drink from people without killing them?”
She lit up at my words. Fuck, I was in for it now. “Yes! It’s actually very sexual; it makes the person feel good. They often feed and have sex at the same time.”
Well fuck, we were in some murky territory here. “Uh, well I did that to you and if you recall it didn’t feel very good.” I cringed, waiting to see what kind of response that would bring from her.
“No, it didn’t,” she agreed sourly. “And since I don’t think vampires are going to come out of the closet and drink synthetic blood, True Blood isn’t going to be very useful.” Thank God for small fucking favors. Maybe she wouldn’t torture me with that fucking show anytime soon.
“We’ll still have to watch it though. You’d like it, there’s lots of sex.” Edward Junior perked up that and I have to admit she caught my attention as well. Perhaps it would give Bella some fucking ideas if we watched it together. Ha, fucking ideas.
“Yes, we just might have to do that,” I agreed, running my finger over her hand, tracing it idly. “So, if that show is out for feeding you as well, I guess we’ll have to look to reality.” I was delighted with this idea and it was clear in my tone.
She frowned and then all of a sudden her face cleared and she shone as brightly as the sun. “No! There’s another show and another idea!” Oh my fuck, what was I in for now? She popped up out of her chair and grabbed my hand, completely overcome with excitement. If I wasn’t so fucking terrified about what she’d come up with to torture me now I would be completely overcome by her beauty.
“Come on, Edward!” I allowed her to pull me back into the living room and push me onto the couch. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner,” she murmured as she dug in the Best Buy bag. Holy crap, I’d done this shit to myself, all in the name of trying to get laid. I was such a stupid motherfucker. She went to the DVD player and inserted the disk, flipping the TV on and plopping down next to me with the remote. She already worked that fucking thing like a pro.
“What are we watching now?” If it was Buffy again I would have to kill someone.
“Vampire Diaries,” she announced with relish as the FBI warning shit flashed on the screen. Oh my hell, why had I bought that one again? I remember thinking about how ridiculous it was, some emo vampire journaling about his pain, but I wanted to make her happy. Instead I’d made myself miserable. I was such a fucking moron. Everything backfired on me with this woman, everything!
This time around I don’t even fight the urge to roll my fucking eyes as I hear the voiceover say, “I’m a vampire and this is my story.” Fucking Christ, that’s what I’ve forgotten to do all these years. Write my life story in a diary, bitching and moaning about the woes of my existence. Where the fuck were all the happy vampires in the world? Where was I, damn it? Maybe I should fucking write a good vampire story, none of this crying bullshit.
Bella was next to me and I decided if I was going to suffer through this, at least I was going to have my fucking hands on her while I did it. I pulled her closer and she rested her head on my bare chest. I breathed in her flowery scent and wrapped my arm around her.
“Who are these fucktards in the car?” I demanded. Before she could answer, the vehicle slammed into someone standing in the middle of the fucking road. Well, hello Mr. Vampire. Jesus, how fucking original. Yep, lay there and then eat him when he comes to check on you. Well, at least that vampire ate someone. I actually laughed as the guy’s body slammed into the car and the girl started screaming when she took in his bloody neck. Clearly emo diary fucker wasn’t out there killing the boring boy and girl. Must be the brother she mentioned before. Damon. I could probably get to like that guy if he kept that shit up.
Ahh there’s the emo one, writing away in his fucking diary. “Who is this girl he has to know?” I wondered aloud, then wondered why the fuck I was wondering in the first place.
“Just watch,” Bella hissed. Well excuse me for thinking we could bond over this atrocity. My question was answered anyway when we cut to the girl writing in her diary. Naturally. These two are a perfect fucking pair. Maybe they can have hot nights together wherein they read passages to one another about their fucking pain.
“She’s pretty hot,” I informed Bella. She was too…in fact she looked quite a bit like my Bella. Maybe she saw it too because she actually smiled at me before turning her head back to the TV. “Oh good, another clueless parent. That’s original,” I muttered. Bella elbowed me and kept on watching.
“Her parents were killed in a car accident,” she told me. Right, no making fun of the dead parents, God forbid.
“Who’s that girl claiming to be a witch?” Fucking witches, they were everywhere. It explained everything, why I couldn’t resist Bella to save my life.
“Bonnie, she’s Elena’s best friend.”
“She’s annoying.” She was too, she’d been on screen for one minute and I already wanted to drain her. I also wanted to kill the blond bitch that came up and asked about her friend like she wasn’t even there.
“What the fuck is vamp boy doing out in the daylight? I thought all vamps died in the sun in Hollywood lore?”
“He wears a special ring that makes the sun not work on him.” Of course he fucking does. At least I could see where Bella got the mind erasing idea now. I have to admit, that would be a pretty fucking cool power. Mind control…I could actually get Bella to eat like a normal fucking vampire and she couldn’t do shit about it. Of course that wasn’t my gift; instead I got to read everyone but her. Real fucking fair.
“All the girls want the vampire boy,” I told Bella, laughing. That was true to life, finally. And he wasn’t even that hot, compared to other vampires I knew. One in particular. “Why the fuck would a vampire go to high school anyway?” Seriously, that shit was just stupid.
“Will you just watch?” she hissed. “He wants to be near Elena. She looks just like the girl he loved once, the one who turned him. Stop asking questions!”
Right, I forgot we were watching this for my educational purposes. And we’re back to the fucking diary, in a graveyard of all places. That’s right, emo girl, nobody feels your pain the way you feel your pain. “Oh Christ, what the fuck is this? A bird and fog? Could they get anymore heavy handed? That is the lamest fucking fog I have ever seen in my life. They must have had a special on dry ice that day.” Bella shushed me but really, that was such bullshit.
There was the gay fucking sunlight protecting ring. That was just beyond stupid. “Uh oh, she cut herself. What the fuck? Another show where they get ugly around blood? What’s with the fucking veins? I hate this shit, Bella.” I was getting all worked up and Bella just laughed at me.
“It’s just their way of showing that they’re vampires,” she informed me between giggles.
“It’s bullshit. More racist fucking bullshit. I’m suing whoever made this show and your precious Joss for giving vampires a bad name.” Maybe I would buy the fucking TV studio and demand they change that crap.
“You’re cute when you’re all pissed off about TV,” she told me. I was slightly mollified by that so I sat back to watch more of the retarded show.
“Why do we care about this bitch in the bar?” Really, she was kind of sexy though her face was a little pointy for my taste and she was clearly evil as hell. Stringing along two dudes and popping pills. “I hope she dies soon,” I told Bella. Hell, I wanted every girl to die thus far. Maybe with the exception of the Bella lookalike who was being stalked by the vampire.
“That’s Vicki, she’s got issues.” No shit she had issues, she was a druggie bitch who needed to die.
“Holy crap, did he read her precious diary?”
“Of course not, Stefan is a good guy,” Bella told me snottily. Fuck, I would have read that shit in a heartbeat. Maybe I should buy her a damn journal to write down all her secret thoughts. I ran my hand up and down Bella’s bare arm, concentrating more on her than the drama on my screen. Who gave a fuck if the ex saw his former flame on the arm of vamp boy?
“Why’s he being nice to the guy hanging out with his ex?” If Bella was on the arm of some other guy I would break him in half and take her back. Stupid fucking TV show. Nothing was remotely realistic. Well, other than the fact that all the girls were hot for vamp boy.
“Matt’s just a good person and he wants Elena to be happy.” Matt was a fucking wuss then. He should be fighting for his woman.
“The teacher is a prick. Stefan should fucking kill him instead of correcting him; though I do like him embarrassing him in front of the class.” I would have broken all his bones and bled him dry for belittling my woman but TV vampires were ridiculously tame. Bella just nodded, at least she finally agreed with something I said.
And now, naturally, they were all partying in the woods, possibly close to the graveyard by the looks of it. Yeah, that made perfect fucking sense. Oh well, happy hunting, bad vampire. Please take out one of the annoying bitches. “Why haven’t we seen that guy eat?” I demanded. “Isn’t that why we’re watching this ridiculous fucking show?”
“Just wait!” she said, jabbing me in the chest with her pointer finger.
“Fuck, fine!” She clearly wasn’t as hot for this fucker as she was her precious Angel because she wasn’t softening her tone whenever he appeared on the screen. Drama, drama, drama, blah, blah, blah. Hell yes, that bitchy, slutty girl is wandering in the woods alone. Kill her! And the fog comes rolling in again. Yep, definitely got a deal on their dry ice. At least it’s fucking night time and makes more sense now, although it still looks cheesy as fuck.
Bella was completely oblivious to my disinterest in this lame show. That or she was just fucking ignoring me. That was more likely. “Haha, burn!” Vamp boy told the blond girl that he was not going to get with her and walked away. I might like him a tiny bit more because of that and that alone.
“Damn it, why did she have to live?” The vampire did attack druggie girl but let her live to see another day? What the fuck was that all about? Bella just ignored me. That was fucking irritating too.
“Ahh here we go.” Bad vampire in the house. Maybe he could kill diary boy and have a little fun with the rest of the bitches in town. “Oh hell no, he’s the one causing that retarded fog? I can’t get on board with him now.” I did rather enjoy him taunting his girly brother though. Maybe he could be redeemed, if he finished off that girl and stopped playing with dry ice.
“Did he just ask him the last time he had something stronger than a fucking squirrel? Is that what you’re trying to fucking tell me? Animals?” She nodded against my chest. Jesus fucking Christ. I took the remote off Bella’s lap and hit the pause button. Bella sat up and turned to face me. “You want to eat a squirrel? That’s not remotely enough blood.”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t thinking of squirrels, but other bigger animals.”
“Like what? A neighbor’s dog?”
A look of pure horror washed over her face. “Of course not! I would never eat someone’s pet!” Right, because that was what was wrong with this fucking conversation?
“What then? You want me to go the zoo and grab you a gorilla or some shit?” I didn’t know how the fuck I was supposed to manage something like that. The fact that I was contemplating it just pissed me off too. She needed to suck it up and start eating like a real fucking vampire.
“No, Edward, I don’t want you break into the zoo.”
“Well, what then? What animal are you going to attempt to eat?” This was really fucking unbelievable.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know, I was thinking like a cow or something. I liked hamburgers and steak as a human so maybe I’d enjoy cow blood as a vampire.”
I closed my eyes. Maybe this was all a fucking dream. Maybe I’d somehow managed to find a way to sleep after all these years and I was imagining everything she said. Or maybe I’d had a psychotic break. That was more fucking likely. “There are no cows in New York City, Bella.” I could get her fucking squirrels or rats or cats or dogs, but there was nothing else around the city.
She put her hand on my knee and despite the insanity around her I felt myself responding to her touch. Naturally. She was using her witch voodoo to bend me to her will again. I looked into her crimson eyes and of course I was fucking lost, as usual. “I was thinking that maybe we could leave the city.”
“What? What the fuck do you mean, leave the city?” I lived here. My home was here. My food was here. She had to be fucking kidding.
“Well, if we went somewhere less populated, I could go outside again.” I heard the wistfulness in her tone and felt a twinge of sympathy start to well up in me. She hated being confined here and I couldn’t blame her for that. “If we went somewhere where there were woods and wildlife, I could hunt and see if that was a viable alternative.”
“And what the fuck am I supposed to eat?” I asked, just waiting for her to fucking tell me to try her diet again. That shit was not going to fucking happen.
“I didn’t say we had to move far away from the city, just somewhere where there are some forests and farms and stuff. Like maybe New Jersey.”
“New Jersey?” I didn’t try to keep the distaste out of my tone. “What the fuck would I do in New Jersey?”
“The same thing you do here! Get on the computer, play music, watch TV, hit on me, hunt…what does it matter where we are?” Her ruby eyes pled with me and I felt myself weakening. “We can find a place that’s just an hour away, right? You could come into the city to hunt whenever you needed to.”
It didn’t sound that bad when she put it that way. She could have a little freedom. I could see her beauty in the sunshine and we could go running through the woods together. Was I actually fucking considering this? Yes, it seemed that I was because I was a pussy-whipped motherfucker and I was under her spell.
She took my hand in hers. “Edward?”
“What?” I still had some thinking to do. I wasn’t just going to agree to move to fucking New Jersey because she asked. I still had some control of this situation damn it.
“If we go to New Jersey and I try animals and it doesn’t work…” she trailed off, looking down at my hand as she played with my fingers.
I tilted her head up so I could look into her eyes. “If it doesn’t work, what?”
She sighed and I watched as her red eyes flashed with resolve. “If it doesn’t work, I’ll do it your way.”
“My way?” Did she fucking mean what I thought she meant? Was I one huge step closer to winning her over to my side?
“If I am unable to survive on animal blood, I’ll eat people,” she told me, her eyes still meeting mine. There wasn’t one sign on her face that she was lying and I knew she couldn’t lie to me any better than I could lie to her.
“You swear?” I kept my excitement out of my tone, just barely.
“Yes.”
“Looks like we’re moving to New Jersey,” I told her.
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