Bella gaped at me for a moment before huffing and crossing her arms over those perfect fucking breasts that I should be licking and biting right at this moment. But no, she had to fucking pull the ultimate cockblock on me. Not eat humans? Who the hell did she think she was to ask me to change my entire existence for her? Who were you to change her existence without even asking her? At least she asked first. Stupid fucking inner voice was at it again. I hated that mother fucker and he better shut the hell up. I was not listening.
Speaking of eating, it was about fucking time I had a little something to tide me over. Nothing would taste as good as Bella had, of course, but I needed something to sustain me through all the bullshit that Bella was tossing my way. Animal blood for Christ’s sake! I looked at the brunette sitting next to me, intently watching yet another episode of her stupid fucking show. Was she worth the headache? Why the fuck was the answer an instantaneous yes when I wondered that? Pussy whipped, that was the answer. She had me for some unknown reason and I couldn’t get her out of my system until I fucked her again. So, I had to get that done. I would win this fucking game; there was no doubt about it. She belonged to me. I remembered the word that had echoed in my head as my teeth sank into that delectable flesh…mine. And she was, so she’d just have to learn that. No time like the present to start showing her.
Satisfied with my resolve, I stood to get ready. Bella’s head whipped away from her precious program. “Where are you going?” Her voice was slightly shaky, nerves or desire? Probably both; look at the way she looks at me. She already admitted she wanted me, now I just had to make her give in. It wouldn’t be hard. I’d give it a day, two tops, and she’d be screaming my name in the throes of ecstasy. Yes, I was that fucking good.
I gave her a reassuring smile that showed nothing of my inner resolve. “I’m going to dispose of the meal that so offends you and then I’m running a few errands.”
She frowned at the reminder of her former stalker. “What will you do with him?”
I chuckled. I could do so many things with Jacob Black; my mind whirled with the possibilities. Somehow I didn’t think Bella would appreciate any of my plans though and I needed to be on my best behavior to get back into her luscious body. “Do you really want to know?” Hey, if she wanted to be regaled with the gory details I would give them to her. She valued honesty, right? That’s why she was so fucking pissed I’d turned her without discussing it first. Like that was the sort of fucking thing you hammered out over a few beers.
She looked conflicted for a moment before shaking her head. “No.”
“Well okay then.” I started to walk past her to go upstairs but she caught my hand. I felt the fucking electric jolt at her touch all the way down to my toes. What the fuck was up with that? I’d never felt it before and I strongly suspected I would only feel it with Bella. That and her pussy were the two things that were clearly holding me to her. I should be in another state by now, running from her disagreeable but tasty self but instead this bullshit connection was holding me here. Somehow I had to find a way to turn that off.
“Are you really just going to leave me here?” There was panic in her tone now so I crouched down and looked into her stunning face. Her grip on my hand was almost painful and I flexed my fingers underneath hers.
“Not so tight, Bella.” She loosened her hold but didn’t let go. I had to hide my smile of triumph. Progress. I took my free hand and slid it over her silken cheek, cupping her chin and staring into those frightened crimson eyes. Fuck, my cock got hard at that needy look on her face. Was there a look she could give me that wouldn’t make me stand at attention?
“I can’t take you with me, love; you’d give in to the bloodlust the second we got near a human. You don’t want to stray from your diet plan already, do you?” Please say yes…if there is a mother fucking God in this world you will say yes and we can get on with the incredible life I envisioned for us.
Her lower lip trembled but she shook her head no. Damn it. This girl lived to test me. “Well then, I need to go and get you something to eat, don’t I? So you can stay inside and away from temptation?” Of course there was going to be plenty of temptation within these walls. Bella was not going to know what hit her.
“Edward?” she asked tremulously.
“Yes, Bella?” Tell me you want me to bend you over this couch and fuck you until you forget your own name. I can do that for you, Bella. I’ve done it before.
“Can I please call my father and let him know I’m alright? I don’t need to tell him where I am and I’ll even tell him that I’m with Jacob if you want!” I growled at even the mention of my girl with that cur. “I’ll keep your cover story but he needs to know that I’m alive.” But you’re not, Bella, at least not the way he’s familiar with.
I sighed. “Bella, it’s just not feasible. He’ll try to trace the call. He’ll search the ends of the earth for you. I saw him on TV and…”
“You saw him on TV? When?” Her hand clutched at me again.
“While you were still going through the change. He came to New York and they showed him on TV.”
“He’s here? But I have to go to him!” She stood and tried to shove me aside but I was anticipating it and held my ground.
“Bella, do you love your father?” She stared at me like I was an idiot again. I hated that fucking look. “Then you need to stay the hell away from him unless you want him to be your next meal.” It was harsh, I admit it, but she had to fucking accept what I was saying. Being a newborn vampire was not all kung fu and happy times like her fucking retarded show would have her believe.
She collapsed back onto the sofa and buried her head in the cushions, letting out some wracking sobs that I felt move through me. I swear, if my heart could clench, it did in that fucking moment. I bent next to her and stroked my hand through her curls, attempting to sooth her. “Bella, love, I promise you that we’ll find a way to let your father know that you’re safe. It can’t be right now, but I’ll figure it out. I swear.” How the fuck I was going to do that I hadn’t any idea but maybe I could buy myself some time.
She peered at me through her tangle of hair. “Do you promise?” Her voice was so pitiful that I readily agreed again.
“Now, let me go get you taken care of, okay?” She nodded and sat back up. “I’m going to go upstairs for a few minutes. You just watch Buffy and I’ll be right back, okay?” I managed to keep the sneer out of my voice as I uttered the name of that idiotic show she was so fucking obsessed with. She gave me a tentative smile and turned back to the screen.
I ran upstairs and kicked Jacob’s corpse out of my way as I entered the closet. I found a large brown suitcase that would suit my purposes and took that out and opened it on the floor next to the fucking stalker. “It’s the end of the road for you, Jacob. I’m only sorry that I couldn’t keep you alive long enough to have more fun with you. I’m afraid you’re not going to fit in here all in one piece, seeing as you’re rather large. Except for your dick, of course, I’m sure that’s miniscule from all the steroid use. That’s okay, though, you had no use for it anyway.”
I grabbed a hold of his arm and popped it off with a little flick of my wrist. It made a very satisfying squishing sound. “Too bad I didn’t do that to you when you were alive. Of course, you probably would have cried and pissed yourself again. That shit was foul, Jacob.” I threw his arm into the suitcase and quickly moved on to his other one. Dismembering him completely didn’t take all that long. “I can’t tell you how good it feels to take you apart, Jacob. You do realize that you kept me from fucking Bella earlier? There aren’t enough tortures in the world to make up for that.”
I picked up his torso and laid that in the suitcase but his fat head was in the way. “Well, look at that Jacob, you still won’t fit. They don’t list that in the steroid pamphlet do they? Ah, well, it’s not like you need your head either. You didn’t use it when you were stalking my girl, so you don’t need it now.” I wondered why I was having a conversation with Jacob’s corpse but I was enjoying myself thoroughly. Probably because he couldn’t talk back to me and fuck with plans of sex and blood.
I went back into the closet and got out a duffel bag. “This will do.” Without further ado, I wrenched his head from his body. That was met with a loud crack and I laughed again. “Good riddance.” At least there wasn’t a mess to clean up, Bella had drained him completely. Not a drop of blood spilled from his ruined body. I picked his head up by the hair and lowered it into my bag. If Bella would only embrace being a vampire she could have been a part of dismembering her pathetic stalker, it was surprisingly therapeutic. I zipped the duffel and the suitcase, popped in some blue contacts this time and made my way downstairs.
Bella glanced at the bags in my hand and quickly looked away. I placed them down by the front door and walked over to her again. “Do you promise that you’re not going to try to leave, Bella? I’m not lying to you when I say that you would start killing the instant you stepped out that door. And if you did that, you couldn’t live with yourself, could you?” Her ruby eyes burned into my newly bright blue ones as she shook her head no. “You could also bring the Volturi down upon us if you went on a killing spree and that’s the last thing we want.”
Her brow wrinkled. “What’s a Volturi?”
I frowned, not sure how to explain it. “They’re kind of vampire royalty. They make sure that we keep our existence hidden from humans. If a vampire gets too out of control, they destroy them.” She shuddered at my words. “Are you going to stay?” I felt like my very being hung on her answer. I would find her if she left, of course, but she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she killed someone she loved. She hated killing someone she didn’t even like that much! I couldn’t stand the thought of her hurting herself that way.
“Yes, I’ll stay. You won’t be gone long, will you?” she peered at me anxiously.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “No, love, I’m just going to get you something to eat. Is there anything else you’d like while I’m away?”
She glanced down at herself. “Some clothes?” Well of course, she needed something other than her jeans and my ratty t-shirt. I smiled as images of skimpy lingerie and cleavage bearing tops filled my head.
“Of course,” I said eagerly.
She studied me for a moment and took in my expression. “I just need some medium shirts and size six jeans, nothing fancy.” I nodded. As if I was going to fucking listen to Bella when it came to fashion. She was a sweet girl; snarky and sexy and stubborn and funny but she was not exactly fashion forward. Her friend Alice had clearly been unable to influence her fashion choices. Now, though, she as at my mercy when it came to shopping and she’d look incredible when I got through with her.
I did a quick mental inventory of the house to make sure she couldn’t get in trouble. My cell phone was in my jacket and the house had no phone. The computer was password protected and I was fairly certain that she couldn’t guess my password if she tried. There was no other way to communicate with the outside world other than leaving and I didn’t believe she’d attempt that.
“Alright, I’ll be back in a couple hours. Sit tight, okay?” My hand paused on the door knob and I again felt that pull toward her. I didn’t want to leave and I actually felt guilty doing so. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Bye,” she murmured softly as she turned back to the TV. I shook off my moronic impulse to go back to her and opened the door, hefting the bags and shutting the door behind me. I locked it, not that that could keep her in if she decided to leave. My hand lingered on the knob as I locked it. God I was a fucking pussy. I picked the bags up and threw them in the back of my Volvo. I’d take the DadMobile for my errands today; it was less conspicuous than my Vanquish.
It was six o’clock in the evening, twilight was setting and the city was still full of life. I wanted to wander among the people but I had to rid myself of some very excess baggage before I could enjoy the atmosphere again. I pulled onto an empty street and quickly opened the suitcase, grabbing a leg and tossing it into the sewer below. Jacob would be feeding rats all over the city for the next few days. I found it an oddly fitting goodbye for him. I drove several blocks and did the same with each body part, distributing him all over the city. Finally I only had Jacob’s head left.
I pulled into the worst neighborhood I could find in the area and stopped the car. I hurried over the duffel bag and lifted Jacob out by his hair. I was completely alone; I couldn’t even pick up a stray thought in the area. I studied the disembodied head for a moment. “Jacob, I may loathe you for being a stalker and a cockblocker and a whiny child, but you did get one thing right in your pathetic existence. You recognized the beauty that is my Bella and saw her in a way that not many did. And in one way that only I did, which is unforgivable you stalker fuck. It’s unfortunate for you that she belongs with me, and of course that you had to die. At least you got to feel those luscious lips once before you went, right?” I chuckled, delighted to finally be rid of him. I lifted a manhole cover because Jacob’s fat head would not have fit through the open drain. I dropped him in and heard a satisfying splash as his head hit the foul water below. “Farewell, Mr. Black, and thank you for providing a wonderful red herring for the police. I’ll take really good care of Bella for you, I promise.” My mind filled with all the wonderful ways I would take care of Bella as soon as she stopped being so damn stubborn.
I headed back downtown and found parking as close as I could to Sak’s. I went in and walked straight to the women’s department. The saleswomen descended on me like bees to a flower. Jesus Christ, their minds were filled with images of attacking me in the dressing room. One enterprising girl imagined us on the moving escalators. I bit back a sardonic laugh at that image; somehow I didn’t think that would be too comfortable. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me; usually I enjoyed seeing myself through the eyes of the lonely women. Now, something was off about it. It seemed almost wrong? Disturbing?
I shook off all the unwanted attention and started selecting things that would look good on Bella. Since I couldn’t touch that incredible body right now, at least not the way I wanted to, I should at least get to enjoy the view. I picked out some form fitting sweaters in the softest cashmere. I kept my selections to jewel tone colors; dark blues and greens and red. With Bella’s lustrous brown hair and pale coloring, those colors would look the best on her. I grabbed her several pairs of jeans and some beautiful but simple dresses. I wanted her to turn every head when she was ready to be out in the world and I wanted every man that saw her to envy me.
“Can I help you?” I turned to the blonde saleswoman that was currently imagining me naked. Her imagination was not that far off but I looked even better than she imagined. If she only knew.
I raised an eyebrow at her. Did I look like I needed fucking help? “Tell you what; I’m buying some clothes for my girl. Perhaps you could put these at the register so that I can get even more?” She fucking scowled when I mentioned my Bella. I wasn’t even sure why I’d done that. I dropped the clothes in her reluctant arms. She stomped her way back to the counter and I laughed at her disgruntled expression.
I grabbed a few more tops and a couple of skimpy skirts that would show off Bella’s legs to perfection. Then it was time for the good stuff! I strolled into the undergarment section with gleeful anticipation. Bella hadn’t made any requests for panties and bras so I could pick out whatever I wanted as far as I was concerned. Dangerous black, sexy red, virginal white, soft pink, peach like her gorgeous skin, there was no stopping me while I whirled through the clothes. I got matching sets, all in silk and satin and lace. She would be able to go a month without wearing anything twice. She hadn’t told me her bra size but I was fairly confident I had it right, having seen and handled plenty of breasts in my very long lifetime.
I wondered briefly if I should get Bella any lingerie. It seemed a bit presumptuous although I did have every intention of winning our little game. I decided I would get her a few things but for some reason I couldn’t make myself buy the more revealing pieces. Instead I found myself drawn to the white silk and another long lavender gown. I wanted to make Bella happy and she’d look lovely and soft and touchable in these. I ran my fingers over the silk and imagined her wearing it. I wanted to touch her again, to see the pleasure in those ruby eyes and hear her moan softly as I touched her.
Fuck, what was wrong with me? I was making love to her again…why couldn’t I just fuck the girl and be done with it? Why did I want to watch passion flicker over her face as my hands moved down her streamlined body? Why did I want to taste every inch of her skin? Why couldn’t I get her out of my mind?
Fuck this, I grabbed the gowns and stalked over to the cash register and plunked everything down in front of the very surprised looking saleswoman. Jesus, he’s buying her a whole new wardrobe? She must be some kind of model, who gets a guy that looks like that and has him spend thousands of dollars on her? I scowled. Who indeed? I didn’t understand why a young brunette had me tied in knots myself. Fuck, I was done thinking about it. I put a bored look on my face as the total on the register rang higher and higher.
Holy shit, thank God I work on commission! “That will be $10,292.33.” I handed my black Amex over to her. ECI Industries? The oil conglomerate? He must be a big wig there but he’s so young. Maybe his father owns the company. Grandfather actually, and that would be owned in the past tense. I sent a fond thought to old Grandfather, my namesake and true bastard if ever there was one. He ruled his kingdom with an iron fist. My father rebelled and became a doctor while Grandfather groomed me to take over the company one day. When he died of a heart attack he left everything to me even though I was only sixteen at the time. The board ran things for me; I only had to step in once after I was presumed dead after my change. I put the fear of God into a board member or two and my company pretty much ran itself. I had fake news leaked to the press of new Cullen heirs every now and then just so they’d know we still ran the company but none of them was ever seen or heard from, of course. My lawyer, Jay Jenks, was the only person who knew of my existence. Money spoke to him and he didn’t bother to ask for explanations; Jenks knew when to remain quiet. He acted as my go-between with the board and nobody questioned it. I was worth about three billion dollars, or so I was told. Life was good.
The saleswoman returned my card and breathlessly asked me again if I needed anything else. Yes, bitch, I need to be the hell away from you and your perverted mind. As if I would lower myself to be with someone like her when I had a girl like Bella at home. Showing none of my disgust, I thanked her politely and hauled my packages out of the store and to the car.
Now, apparently, I had to go find some fucking blood for Bella. I didn’t know where a blood bank even was…did they have that shit anymore? I doubted I’d find one of those blue busses driving around town so I guessed I’d have to go to the fucking hospital. I made my way back toward home and stopped at NYU Medical Center. How the fuck to get in there and get blood without anyone noticing? Just run in and try to find it? Visiting a patient? No, desperate med student it is.
I schooled my face into a look of exhaustion and nerves as I made my way into the entrance. All eyes turned to me and I heard a few audible gasps along with many mental ones. People were so fucking predictable. Sex, sex, sex, blow job with a guy, romantic candlelit dinner, sex…wait, just a minute. I focused in on the young nurse who was imagining the two of us having an actual date and knew she’d be the one to approach. She was shy and had mousy brown hair and glasses. Once upon a time I would have sneered at the idea of approaching her but there was something in her that reminded me of Bella. It seemed like she had the something hidden beneath the plain exterior. Plus, she was the only one not mentally undressing me; I could appreciate her for that alone.
“Excuse me, Angela, is it?” She started at my use of her name but glanced down at her nametag and then back up at me with wide eyes.
“Uh, yes…can I help you?” Her voice cracked at the word you and she clamped her hands over her mouth. I refrained from laughing and gave her a nervous smile.
“I really hope so. I don’t even know if I can ask this of you but I’m completely desperate.” I gave her my most beseeching look and watched as she blinked dazedly.
“I, um, I’m sure I could. I’d do anything for you,” she covered her mouth again at that verbal slip and turned bright red. Yes, there she was reminding me of Bella again. I liked this Angela. Her mind was filled with images of me asking her to marry me while wearing some fancy tuxedo. It appeared we were on a yacht of some kind. I’d give her points for having a good imagination and some fucking class anyway, unlike the rest of her co-workers who were currently devouring me in various ways in their minds.
I ran a hand through my hair and heard her mentally swoon as she imagined doing the same to me. Hey, if she gave me what I wanted I just might let her. “Could I talk to you alone for a minute?” Though the nosy nurses around her didn’t have vampire hearing, I still needed privacy for this request. One of these old biddies would surely raise a ruckus if they heard me asking for blood.
Angela nodded mutely and followed me down a more secluded corridor. “What can I do for you?” she asked breathlessly. Ahh, not what you’d like to I’m afraid, little one.
“My name is Jason and I’m in a big trouble. I have a huge hematology test tomorrow and I had some blood I was supposed to work with safely stored in the lab but it’s gone! One of my classmates must have stolen it. I don’t know what to do?” I stared at her with my big blue eyes, wishing I could conjure a tear just to bring her to her knees. Not that I needed it, of course, but it would have been a nice touch.
“You need some blood?” she asked with wide brown eyes. They were not nearly as attractive as Bella’s had been, these were more muddy in coloring. I didn’t like it.
“Is it possible? I don’t want to get anybody in trouble but if I fail this test I’m going to get kicked out of school.” And then you’ll never see me again, Angela. Do you really want that? Of course she didn’t, she actually looked panicked at the thought of me leaving. What a sweet, naïve girl.
“I don’t know…” she glanced nervously around but nobody was listening. I was on top of that shit. “Are you sure you can’t just go to your professor and…”
“He hates me,” I interrupted. “He’d be more than happy to kick me out of school. My parents would be so disappointed. I’d have to go all the way back to Chicago and tell them I was a failure. They took out a mortgage on the house to send me here and I hate to disappoint them.” I lowered my head, giving off the appearance of shame as I tried to hide a smile. Carlisle would have been so proud of his would-be doctor son. He wasn’t overly fond of the original wastrel that I’d been as a youth. What the fuck, though? I was a teenager and I was hot and girls were fun, why the hell should I focus on shit like careers and family?
How could anybody hate him? I bet his professor is just jealous because he’s so incredibly beautiful. Girl’s probably fall all over him every day. Someone like me would never have a chance with someone like him. Don’t be too sure, Angela. Bella said the same shit and now I was so fucking obsessed with her that I was out trying to procure her stubborn, sexy ass some blood. Maybe there’s a vampire out there just waiting to find you.
I looked up at her through my lowered lashes and actually smelled it as her arousal increased. Fuck, women were so easy. Why in the hell wasn’t Bella normal? I could have anyone in the world but I couldn’t have her? No, that was bullshit, I would have her. “Angela, I wouldn’t ask if I had any other way.”
She looked at the floor and I reached over and tilted her face up. Her heartbeat became very erratic at my touch. Was it fear? Desire? Both? He’s touching me. Desire for the win. I gave her my patented panty dropping smile and her jaw dropped open. I stroked a thumb over her jawbone and felt her shivering beneath me. His hands are so cold. I want to warm them up. I nearly laughed as she joined her co-workers in fantasy mode. It was only a matter of time. Still, her mind was far more pleasant than most of theirs.
“How much do you need?” she asked. I refrained from letting my smile turn triumphant. “Five pints to be safe. I have a lot of experimenting I need to do. Can you manage that?” I stroked her cheekbone then and she just nodded mutely again. “Here, you can take my backpack so nobody sees it, okay?” I handed her the bag I’d brought in and she took it. “I don’t know how to thank you. Maybe I could take you to dinner this weekend if you’re free?” Her knees began to wobble and I grabbed her arm to keep her from collapsing.
He’s asking me out? Me? Don’t be silly, Angela, he’s just being polite. A guy like him would never date a girl like you. I didn’t like hearing her think that way, so much like my Bella had thought before I took her home and made love to her. That had been the best experience of my life. I actually felt bad that I was leading Angela on but I had no choice.
“Um, maybe? I don’t know what my schedule is yet.” He’s just being polite. No use getting your hopes up. She pulled away from me and walked down the hallway on shaky legs. There was a cart sitting in the hallway that had some supplies on it and I palmed one of their sample cups. It would serve my purposes nicely. I leaned against the wall and waited what seemed like an interminable amount of time for her to reappear. It probably only took ten minutes but the nurses minds were still assaulting me as I waited. A couple of them even peered around the corner at me and I gave them my sexiest smile, which made them run back to their stations. Fucking idiots.
Angela returned and thrust the bag into my hands. I slipped the cup inside quickly. “You’re all set, you can go now.” Don’t pretend to like me now that you’ve gotten what you wanted. Fuck this girl really did remind me of Bella. I took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm, feeling her heartbeat start to stutter again.
“Angela, you are incredible. You remind me of someone I’m very fond of.” Too fucking fond, damn it. “Thank you very much. I’ll be in touch.” I would too; I was sending her some flowers first thing in the morning. It was rare that I ran across someone I liked but this Angela had a rare and kind mind. She might just be the closest I’d ever get to reading Bella. She just shook her head, clearly not believing me. I felt a twinge of guilt about that but it had to be done. Of course, if this actually fucking worked and Bella liked the blood we’d have to find an easier way to get it. I’d cross that bridge when I came to it.
I threw the bag over my shoulder and hurried out of the hospital. I hated those fucking places. They reminded me of my father, which was never a good thing. Carlisle was a judgmental prick on his best days, an unmitigated asshole on his worst. I threw my bag in the front seat and started it up. It was nearly nine and I still had to get Bella her stupid Buffy DVD’s, so I drove to the Best Buy.
I made my way quickly down the TV show aisle and sneered when I found a whole display of vampire shows. Angel? No way was I dealing with that broody mother fucker in two shows. True Blood? The only true blood was human blood and it was truly wonderful. Vampire Dairies? Should I start a journal covered with fucking My Little Pony stickers, pouring out my years of pain? What the fuck? Where were the shows where vampires were having fun, drinking blood, scaring assholes, fucking chicks? I grabbed all the stupid shows except Angel though; no doubt Bella liked them all. I really would have to do something about educating her to the finer things in life. I also grabbed the seven season Buffy anthology. Why the fuck I was doing this when I’d be tortured with this shit for hours on end is beyond me. I really should check into some counseling at Bellevue. Clearly I’ve lost my fucking mind.
I paid for all the stupid vampire movies from a clerk who actually smirked at my choices. What kind of dude buys all this vampire shit? He must be gay. I thought about killing him for his impertinence but who the fuck could blame him? I’d think the same thing if I saw some pussy buying all this shit. The things I did for Bella. She better give in fucking soon because I deserved a medal for all I was doing for her. Or at the very least some really hot sex.
Now that I had all Bella’s shit done, it was time to take care of my needs. I had to fulfill at least one of them since clearly I wasn’t going to get off anytime soon, at least not with Bella’s help. And I refused to jack off; Edward Cullen does not have to stoop to servicing himself. It wouldn’t be long before she caved anyway.
A struggle at the end of the parking lot caught my eye and I quickly made my way over. A woman was yanking her kid by the arm, shoving him into the car as he cried. He looked to be about eleven years old with messy brown hair and gray eyes. Tears were streaming down his face as he pleaded with her. “Please, I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to.”
“You never mean to. When will you learn? How many times have I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut? You never listen. Do you think I like punishing you?” Judging by the images in her head, she clearly did like punishing him. I winced as she plotted out which belt she’d use on her child when she got him home. His eyes were full of fear as he begged her not to hurt him again. Her lips thinned into a straight line as she wrenched his arm. He yelled in pain and she slapped him. “Shut up, Tyler, I’ll deal with you when we get home.” What a fucking bitch. If there was one thing I truly hated in this world, it was an abusive parent. How could you hurt someone that came from you? Clearly, I wasn’t going to have to go very far to hunt. There were fucked up people everywhere I turned.
I glanced around the parking lot but of course I was the only one who’d seen the cunt of a mother hurt her son. I stepped out of the shadows. “Excuse me, miss?” I purred in my sexiest voice. She whirled around to face me and took a double take as I stepped under the light so she could take me in completely. Shit, did he see that? Yes, bitch, I did. And you’re going to die because nobody should hurt a child. I could abide many things but that was something I didn’t tolerate.
“What?” she asked nervously, shifting from foot to foot, her eyes, gray like her sons, looking all around the parking lot.
“You accidentally left your credit card at the register. They called after you but you were already out the door. I was on my way out as well and I thought I’d let you know.” She frowned and reached toward her purse. I plucked her name out of her head as she pictured the card she’d used, at least I’d guessed right. “Charlotte Peters, right?” She stopped her search for her wallet at my use of her name.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Well, you might want to go get it, they’re about to close.” I turned as if to make my way back to my car, to show I wasn’t any kind of threat. She snarled at her son to stay in the car and started toward the store. I ducked out of sight and as soon as she stepped out of the light I grabbed her and ran behind the building.
“Do you think it’s okay to treat your child that way?” I demanded. She took a deep breath, prepared to scream and I slapped my hand over her mouth. “I can see into your sick, twisted mind you bitch. I know what you do to him.” She shook her head, her dirty blond hair brushing against my hand. I wanted to yank it out by the roots but I couldn’t afford to truly teach her a lesson before she died.
“Don’t even think about denying it, I know what you’re like. I’ve seen your type countless times. Do you know what I do to vile people like you?” She shook her head, her eyes wide. It was fucking intoxicating, the scent of fear pouring off her body.
“I kill them.” I ran a finger over her cheek and she flinched away from me. I pressed her harder into the wall and tilted her head. “You really aren’t worthy of the honor of death at my hands but your son deserves to live a life free of fear that he’ll be hit for not eating all his vegetables or whatever ridiculous bullshit you deem worthy of punishment.” She whimpered and tried to speak but I wasn’t hearing her crappy excuses. Her mind was filled with fear but there wasn’t an ounce of remorse for her treatment of her own child either. I snapped her neck and saw the instant death in her eyes. It was entirely too good of a death for her but I had to get back to Bella. I sank my teeth into her neck and let the hot liquid burn its way down my throat. I closed my eyes and hummed in pleasure as I drank to her death.
I had to stop all too soon, not wanting to deviate from my initial plan. I took the sample cup out of my jacket and squeezed some blood out of her neck into it. I raised the glass in toast to her as I popped the plastic top on the cup and put it back in my pocket. I hauled her body over to the dumpster behind the store, taking my finger and slitting her throat open to cover any sign of a bite mark. I took her purse and got her cell phone and wallet out, dumping the rest in the trash with her. At least she was where she belonged. I ran back to her car and knocked on the window. The boy, Tyler, jumped and edged away. Of course he was frightened.
“Tyler, I’m putting your mother’s phone on top of the car. After I leave, get out and call your father or a grandparent, someone you trust, to come get you. Can you do that?” He just stared at me but I didn’t really have time to work on earning his trust. I set the phone and wallet on top of the car and ran back to my own, getting out of the parking lot quickly. There were no cameras from what I could see, not that I was really worried about being identified.
I arrived back at the brownstone in about fifteen minutes and I got out of the car, filled with anticipation. She was still there; I could hear her giggling at the television. Relief washed over me as I got out all my bags and made my way to the front door. I paused before unlocking it, taking out the sample cup and grinning in anticipation. I tipped the cup to my mouth and let most of the blood dribble down my chin and neck, staining my shirt. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Bella’s head turned from the TV and her eyes turned coal black as she caught the scent of the bitches’ blood on me.
I barely had time to drop the bags before she launched herself at me, her lips smashed against mine, her tongue moving over my lips and teeth as she lapped at the blood. My head hit the door as she pushed my body against it and pressed hers flush to mine. Her tongue trailed down my chin and jaw, licking every drop of the vile woman’s blood off me. I didn’t try to contain the groan that escaped me as my cock hardened from her ministrations. Bella whimpered as she sucked up the blood, her tongue tracing over my shirt. She worked her way back up to my lips and ran her tongue over them again. I opened my mouth and met her tongue with mine. She moaned as she tasted the remains of the blood in my mouth. Oh yes, my plan had worked perfectly. I tightened my arms around her as she continued to try to get any remnants of the sweet nectar from my mouth. She finally pulled back, her breasts heaving and her eyes still black as night as she stared at me.
I licked my lips and smiled at her. “Are you sure about this whole diet thing, baby?”
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