A/N: I do not own Twilight. All the characters belongs to beautiful and talented Stephanie Meyer, who I blame for my twilight insanity.
Now everything I want from life are either illegal, impossible, or in love with Kristen Stewert
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But as I have my ‘International Insurances’Exam tomorrow, I gotta run to study.
Bullets and Black Roses:
Chapter 8: Ashes
“No longer mourn for me when I’m dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the word that I’m fled
From this vile world to the vilest worms to dwell;”
I sat there in Isabella’s car stutter-shook and bad-tempered. How I let this happen, how she got away seemed like a wild dream perceived in an unbearable cessation to me. I don’t know what happened to me. Why I acted like that, why I acted like such a weakling. Why I caved into my desire to experience something that I knew wasn’t existent. Well not for me anyway. I still couldn’t make myself believe that she had fled, I just couldn’t. Not even when I saw her beautiful face smiling and mocking me, warning me of her flight.
I still couldn’t make myself believe the soft thuds of her footsteps, running across the street barefooted as she almost threw herself in front a speeding Taxi and just jumped in. I caught a glimpse of her chocolate brown eyes as another car overtook her Cab and its headlights flooded her face with silver light. She was still looking at me, with a glaze of undeniable triumph in her eyes.
Both of my hands curled into fists and my head seemed to finally recover from the initial shock that almost had me cerebrally handicapped. Isabella Swan had fled. That stupid girl, did she think I won’t be able to find her? I took in a deep breath, her Audi’s engine was still purring silently. My eyes kept darting over to the passenger seat subconsciously as if they were still hoping to see her sitting there. But there’s nothing here but her metallic silver shoes pumps and her iPod. I felt like the sole reason of their presence in this car was to mock me, silently screaming “You’ve underestimated me!” I had half an urge to just chuck them out of the window, leave the car here and just walk home. Cullen mansion was not very far anyway. Or maybe I should just torch it like Isabella had suggested. Leave no evidence. Not of a murder but the evidence of my weakness, prove of how pathetic it was for me to fall for her trick. And what did I fall into exactly? “What were you thinking Cullen? That she’s really your fiancée. That she wanted to be with an executioner like you? That she will overlook the deeds you have been carrying out since you came of age. You are a fucking murderer Cullen! Don’t forget that! You should have killed her the moment you got out of that place and discard her body in a random dumpster from some shady ally for dogs to eat. The first time in your life, you let your futile heart control your fucking emotions instead of your brains. And the result is right in front of you, you lose when you think with that thing, a heart is worth no good when it belongs to a monster” I screamed internally,
I got out of the stupid car, left the keys in ignition. Isabella is alive and well so there’s no need to destroy her car now. But I will hunt her down if it’s the last thing I do. I will find her, and I will make her pay. No one fucks around with Edward Cullen and gets away with it. So what if she took one of my pawns down, my dark knight is still waiting to pounce and finish her white queen off. This is just the beginning not a game over. Just you wait and watch Isabella, I will fuck you so bad, and all the whites in this game of chess will be drenched in blood red. That’s a promise I will die to keep.
The cold gust of the night outside sharply marred my face with another rap of insult, as if the whole nature was trying to convey their revulsion through the wind and dust salt in my open wound. I buttoned up and started to walk with my head held high, I am not going to surrender to an insignificant young women. Who was she to tell me I had lost the battle, when the war was still going on.
I took my cellphone out and called Esme. It was ringing but she didn’t pick up, it switched to voice mail_
“Hey Esme, it’s Edward. I need to talk to you. Do not let anybody out of the house tonight; get Carlisle to set the alarm and whatever you do, DO NOT say anything to Hale about this. I’ll be coming in, in a few. And call me ASAP!” I left a message for her.
I don’t know if Jasper’s there yet but If he is and if he’s involved with tonight’s fiasco in any way then his body will be buried along with his tenacious sister before sunrise.
The murder of Wes McMordie was planned in high confidentiality even in our world. No one was supposed to know what was going to happen tonight. No one outside our family. There’s got to be valid reason for NYPD’s little showdown tonight. They knew something was going on; otherwise there was no chance that the cops should just drop in to say ‘Hello’ to a convicted criminal, an infamous drug dealer out of the blue, and that too on the same night, around the same time of our operation No one’s deduction is that good. Someone must have tipped them off. Not necessarily the details but the time and the date. And the funny thing is, not even everyone in the Cullen Family knew all the details. I mean, sure they knew the Wes had betrayed Aro to save his own ass so Aro wished for him to be killed as soon as possible and Jasper and I had been chosen to give his wish fulfillment. That’s all they knew, even we didn’t know when we’re going carry that deed out until this morning. Esme had called Jasper and me into Carlisle’s study and went through the whole plan. So, only the three of us knew the intricate specifics along with the absolute basics. So if there’s a rat in sight, it has to be either Jasper himself or his vain ass sister because I’m assuming he had told Rosalie all about it. Maybe she was the one who leaked the information, if it wasn’t Jasper. Or maybe both of them are working together.
I thought Jasper was smart, fast and reliable and because he was involved in bare knuckle boxing a couple of years ago, (and I heard he was pretty good too) he reminded me of an old revolver, heavy but very dependable. If you’re out of bullets you can always hit them on the head with it and in Jasper’s case knock’em out cold with a single punch. But I had no idea; he would do something as stupid as this. This was my first OP with him and it’s real ironic that my first OP with Jasper went down as the one that the cops “Accidently” got to know about and I almost got busted for the first time in my life.
Jasper Fucking Hale. He’s not going to go away with it either. I’m going to kill that motherfucker with my bare hands he’s proven guilty behind this fuckery. So, I made a mental note to put down the names of the Hale twins on my “People to kill before I die” list. I am going to hell anyway so why not take as many as I can with me. Death is going to find me one way or another. And to tell the truth I’ve long given up the hope of passing away peacefully in a warm bed somewhere as an old. I lost count of just how many people lost a parent, spouse, sibling or a friend because of me. I not a foul mouth*, I try to cause them as less pain as possible when I deliver them demise, but that doesn’t matter. A life is a life and rule is supposed to be ‘A life for a life’, I don’t believe in karma. If I had just dropped dead every time I took someone’s life away I’d be a fucking therapeutic wonder, wouldn’t I?
I was real thirsty, my throat hurt every time I gulped. I haven’t had anything, food or water since breakfast and all this hard work and the tragedy that followed was wearing off on me. I could have given away every last dime I have in my bank account just for a chilled bottle of mineral water and a soft, warm bed so that I could go to sleep and never wake up to see this forbidding world again. Isabella was right “When you live a life like that, you just can’t help but to hope that you’d die in your sleep someday”
How I hated her! How I hated myself even more for thinking about that bitch again as if she was still following my footsteps. She didn’t speak but it felt like I heard her. She didn’t show herself but it felt like I saw her, she wasn’t there but I did feel her and I never got to know her but I still wanted her.
I kept walking with my eyes on the ground and hands in my pockets. Hunger and thirst mixed with anxiety must be getting to my head severely because I could swear I just heard Bella’s voice again.
“HEY! Wait the fuck up! “She cried again. This time heard quick footsteps against concrete followed by insignificant blow to my spine and two slender hands crept up my torso from behind as Bella locked them around my waist. I grabbed them both with my own – to see if I was still awake and yes, I could feel her there, so this can’t be just a figment of my imagination- I freed myself and turned around to face her. She smiled up to me.
“What took you so long? I am freezing out here!” she complained as she looked around for something “And where the hell is my car?”
I was still staring at her, at a complete loss for words.
“Edward, I swear if something happens to my Audi before me I’m going to fucking kill you!” She threatened me. Bella was threatening to kill me!
“Hello! I’m not talking to the tree behind you! What’s wrong with you, Edward?” asked Bella, her lips twisting into an impish grin. I could just make out her eyes and teeth in the dark. Tonight the sky was as dim was a canvas splattered with pitch black.
“Bella!” I finally found my voice back. But it sounded so frail; today’s drama just took it all out of me. My battery was almost dead.
“Who else?” she laughed so freely that It made my arteries burn up with the foulest kind of venom there is. I took my gun out, took care of the fucking safety catch and pointed it at her chest. She looked from me to the gun and took one step forward and her hand readjusted the muzzle and she made me place it against her forehead.
“There you go, Edward. You can pull the trigger now” she stood still, with her eyes closed and hands behind her back. My finger inched towards the trigger and suddenly the planet whirled so fast everything around me blurred and faded into black and I knew no more.
I was lying awake in my bed with the brightest patch of sunshine I’ve ever seen in my life over my chest. My mother’s arms were around me. I looked at her face; she had this softest pink complexion, just crimson rose petals mixed with fresh milk, her long cool blond hair sprawled all over my sky blue pillows like unrestricted sea weeds made of silk. She smelled like sweet flowers, I took in her scent. How familiar it was to me, I felt like I’ve lived surrounded by her perfume in the air I had been inhaling since the day I was born. Whenever my mom used to leave me home alone for a few hours her scent threatened to leave me too and I would arise to feel sacred. But she always returned before her aroma was completely gone and I would feel secured again.
I remembered last night, it was sixth my birthday. I remembered her promise to me that she would never drink again. I remembered my wish –”I wish mommy wouldn’t drink any of that stuff ever again. We had such a great time today; from now on I always want her to be with me like this. Happy and loving, not passed out drunk, I wish she’d keep her promise till she dies”- and I blew the candle. I was so happy, yesterday was the happiest day of my life. My stomach growled, I didn’t know how late I was but I could tell that it was noon or almost noon anyway. Normally mom woke me up before eight before leaving for work. But why isn’t she getting up today to make breakfast yet?
“Mommy, wake up its noon and I’m starving!” I sat up in the bed and her hands fell off my torso, limp and cold. Why was she so cold? I touched her cheeks and she felt like ice under my little digits. I poked her shoulders with my finger, she didn’t respond. I brushed hair off her beautiful face and her bright green eyes were open and fixed at me.
“Mommy?” She didn’t blink or move. I shook her again and again but she just kept staring at me, glossy eyes and lifeless. I got off the bed and tried to make her sit up with every inch of strength I had but as soon as I let go of her shoulders her head hung, and her wilted body rolled off the bed and onto the floor.
“No! Mommy, wake up! Please mommy wake up” I was pleading kneeling on ground beside her.
“Mommy wake up!”
“Edawrd! Wake up!” I slowly opened my eyes and Bella was kneeling beside my body. I tried to sit up and she helped me. She looked frightened, her face was almost as white as a sheet. “Oh my god! Are you ok?”
“Yes. What happened?”
“I don’t know. I was waiting for you to pull the trigger and you fainted” she whispered hoarsely.
“How long?” I got up to my feet. I felt so tired, Bella tried to help me again by putting her hand around my waist and pulling my hand over her shoulders. But I shook her off and pulled away from her and went to stand a good 5 feet away.
“I don’t know exactly, a minute and a half maybe, Could be two. You honestly scared the living fuck out of me!” her voice was anxious. I don’t know what happened and I seriously didn’t know what to do with Bella now. I couldn’t finish her off; I just don’t have the energy left in me tonight. Maybe I should just take her home and one of the others can do me a favor and take care of her for me.
I looked back at her face and caught her staring at me.
“Why did you come back?”
“Come back where?”
“To me. Why did you come back after you’d managed to get away?”
“I never left Edward. I got on that cab and told the driver to drop me off here. I didn’t know where you were taking me so I figured that I’d just wait for you to drive by but you were taking time and…” she trailed off, biting down her bottom lip “and it’s not like I could have escaped from you for good even if I tried to, you would have hunted me down later today or by tomorrow anyway. I know I can’t run away from this whole thing, run away from you” she shifted her weight, uneasily.
“Why bolt in the first place when you knew you’d return to the person you’ve just escaped from?” I demanded, through my teeth.
“Because you wouldn’t believe me! You said that I have lost. I wanted to show you that you were wrong and prove that I did really want what I had said before; I did know what I was getting myself into when I came along with you tonight. Just because I didn’t put up a fight doesn’t mean that I can’t” she whispered roughly again, her voice shook with the chilly weather. And I just noticed that she was still unshod and without a coat, just in her off-shouldered blue dress that seemed black in the dark.
“You are mental!” I gaped at her open mouthed.
“So I have been told before” She laughed and my anger was begging to display its obnoxious dome above the surface again. I should take her there before I do something unwise.
“Come on” I sighed and beckoned her to follow me but she didn’t move.
“What now?” I asked, drained and exasperated.
“I can’t walk without shoes anymore and ….” She shuddered as another spine-chilling gust of wind caught her hair “I’m hurt”
“Where?” my stomach gave a sick flip.
“I kneeled down on glass or something” she said “It’s no big deal, but it aches when I walk” she showed me the fresh cut on her knee; I couldn’t see the wound because it was covered in blood.
“That happened when you were kneeling beside me?” I asked, horrified. I have killed so many people in my life and a few of them were complete and utter bloodbaths but just the sight of fresh blood running down her calf in a thick dark line and saturating the ground under her feet was making me sick.
She didn’t answer my question so I assumed that as a ‘Yes’. I sighed and started walk.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Where does it look like I’m going? I’m going back to get your car”
“I’m coming with you” she started towards me “No! You don’t need to come. It will take five minutes so just stay put please, I really don’t have the patience to deal with your games anymore tonight”
“I can come…” she tried again but I held up a hand and silenced her.
“If you don’t want to stay than go to hell, just get off from my face” I scathed.
“Fine” she snapped.
I don’t know how I did it, but I went back and got her car. It was right where I left it. I drove it back to her and she got in silently. Five more minutes later, I pulled into the Cullen driveway. All the lights were still on so I guessed Esme had done what I asked her to do already. I got out and went to hold the door open for her.
“You are one awfully pretentions bastard, aren’t you?” she shook her head in amazement “You act like some gentleman from 18th century Verona, Always so polite and shit. Please for the love of god, give it a rest man; I’ve just about had it with your bullshit courtesy”
“A bastard? Yeah maybe. But pretentious ? No. I am what I am Bella. I don’t need a mask to conceal my face or a charade to hide my actions. I am a criminal, a murderer, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t raised to behave myself well. My mo- I mean, Esme would still murder me if I ever disrespect a woman in front of her” I said. “But that doesn’t erase the fact that she had raised me to be an assassin. So, No Bella, I’m not feigning anything” I laughed bitterly “Unlike you…” I referred to the stunt she had pulled in the car earlier, trying to get away.
“Oh yeah, that” she recalled with a smug smile on her face. “I’m not sorry for what I did. You deserved it. You called me a liar!”
“Do you have risk addiction?” I asked her as she slowly got out, having to clutch the door frame for support. I instinctively put a hand around her waist for help but she glared at me savagely.
“Humph! Maybe I do” she picked her shoes up but didn’t bother to wear them again and to tell the truth they didn’t look comfortable at all. “And I can take care of myself” he shook my hand off and began to walk.
“Fine with me” I shrugged. I wonder what the others are going to say when I take her inside with me.
“I never heard you once complaining about exactly how I managed to get away from you” she was still scowling “Or did you like it?”
“Didn’t you?” I flung it back to her because I could still vividly remember the way her nails dug into my shoulders, her body begging me to hold her closer to me. The way she groaned when I ran my hands down her uncovered thighs, how she gasped when I started kissing her back.
“Cause the way I recall it, you responded quite convincingly to my touch” I looked back at her and found her blushing thirteen shades crimson at my words.
“I’m not going to lie but I’m not going to answer either” she kept frowning at me and I grimaced back.
“We better go inside, Esme is waiting” I said when I was sure that if we keep up this scowling completion will go on till sunrise cause neither of us seemed keen to back down first.
“Esme. The woman who you said had raised you, her own son, to be a “well-mannered” murderer?” She seemed lost in some unimaginable thought “Hmm, let’s go” she mused and took a few steps forward as I held the huge wooden double doors open for her, she walked in with her silver pumps dangling from the tip of her fingers. She sauntered slowly to the bottom of the staircase; I could tell her knee was definitely hurting like hell by now. But as proud as she was, Bella wouldn’t ask for assistance.
“I could carry you” I offered. After all she got hurt because of me and that’s the least I could do for her. She didn’t need to suffer a few minutes before someone kills her anyway.
“Thanks but no thanks. I believe I can manage on my own” she snapped.
“Bella, I know that you’re hurting and you’ve already established that you are stupidly uncontrolled, there’s no need to display that you are stupidly irrational too. You can’t climb up these stairs without injuring your feet even worse, there could still be a glass splinter stuck inside the wound. Let me carry you, please”
“I said I can manage” she repeated stubbornly and took in a deep breath, setting her mind up but I wasn’t having that. I scooped her up in easily my arms; she shrieked in surprise as she instinctively locked her arms around my neck to prevent herself from slipping off. But it was unnecessary; I had her in a secured hold regardless.
“I hate you” she was glaring bloody daggers at my chest.
“You are welcome” I ignored her comment. Like it even matters what the thought of me. Hate is good. If you they can’t love you, make sure they hate you. I climbed up the stairs carrying Bella and found the first floor empty. Where the hell was everybody?
“Emmett?” I bellowed.
“Edward! We are up in here” A male voice answered from the second floor and it wasn’t Emmett.
“Jasper!” I hissed quietly under my breath and Bella shrieked at the same second looking down at the stair steps, startled “I know, He is already here!” I muttered in a low voice but she shook her head violently and pointed towards the upper staircase.
“What?” I asked her and suddenly I got what she was trying to tell me, there were vast splotches of blood all over the steps it looked as if somebody had been dragged up those steps, bleeding blatantly.
“Shit!” I set Bella slowly down on her feet and she stood silently holing the wall for support, trying to gauge logic from my activities.
“You wait here” I hissed as I took my gun out, ready to fire Jasper’s brains out if he tries something funny and she nodded silently, her beautiful face anxious. And unless I was mistaking greatly, that anxiety was for my sake. She was afraid that something would happen to me. And the first time tonight I wished I didn’t have to kill her. For a wild moment, I wanted her to stay alive and with me.
I closed the distance between our bodies, and slightly raised her chin with my hand as she was shoeless and about a good 8 inches shorter than my 6 feet 2 inches.
“What is this Bella, concern? I am a big boy” I smiled down at her despite myself “I can manage on my own too“
“I know. Big enough and ugly enough” she whispered irritated, “But I’m not feigning this time” she tried to stand on her tiptoe to kiss me but she failed with a sharp intake of breath as her knee ached at that movement.
“Allow me…” I said as I took her face in my hands and bent my head so our lips could meet, she kissed me softly once and then once again with more vigor and intensity, fisting the fabric of my already badly ruined shirt and pulled away slowly, breathing heavily.
“You were right” she whispered, taking my free hand in hers “About me, wanting the dangerous things for all the wrong reasons”
“You are a risk-addict” I groaned through my own labored breathing.
“I know” she smiled timidly “Go. I will wait for you here” she nudged me on.
I nodded in agreement and finally let go of her hand and deja-voo hit; it strangely felt like letting go of something that was priceless to me.
I ignored my bizarre notions and slowly climbed up to second floor and saw jasper siting in an armchair by the electric fireplace. Rosalie was sitting on the arms of his chair, pressing a cloth tightly against her brother’s left arm which was completely drenched in blood.
“Edward” jasper said meekly “thank god you are ok. I thought something had happened to you too. I’ve been hit “
“Don’t move so much, you idiot!” Rosalie scolded him as she took another piece of slow white sheet of cloth, stepped on its corner with one foot and ripped a long, narrow patch from it with one hand, while still keeping the pressure on Jasper’s wound with the other. Then she added the newly torn pile of fabric over jaspers arm which instantly began to turn blood red.
“How?” that’s all I could manage to say at that moment.
“Does that matter now?” Rosalie growled with so much venom in her voice that was enough to turn the garden of heaven into an emaciated desert.
“Rose please” jasper looked at her with pleading eyes and she focused back on his arm again.
“Why is she doing that? Why haven’t you been to Carlisle? He could have fixed you up in no time…” I wondered why Rosalie was playing the paramedic when Carlisle has all the necessities in the house for this kind of emergencies. “Where is he anyway? And where is Esme or Emmett?”
“I don’t know. I just got in a few minutes ago, both of them are gone and Rose had been trying them since evening, none of them are picking up theirs cells or responding to messages” jasper said in a tired voice, his face was gradually turning a pale shade of blue, that looked peculiar against his honey blond hair.
“Let me take a look at the wound…” I offered as I finally shrugged the dark blazer off and rolled the sleeves of my shirt up but as soon as took one step in jasper’s direction, Rosalie stood with her back to him, facing me “Touch him and I swear I will blow your fucking head off, Cullen!”
She was pointing tiny revolver at me “Did you think we are really this stupid? Did you think we wouldn’t be able to tell? Or did you people think that we won’t even be alive till now? Was that your plan?” She spat, ferociously.
“What the hell are you talking about? I thought I was the one who should be asking you two the same questions, the date was leaked…” but she finished my sentence “And the only one who knew the whole thing apart from Jasper was YOU!” she screamed.
“You think I leaked the information? Disclosed the date and time of the murder that I was supposed to commit? Why you are not very smart, are you? Not that I even thought that you were, you stupid blonde!” I spat back at her.
“That’s it motherfucker! The joke is on fucking YOU this time, Cullen” she screeched, and her finger crept towards the trigger. I should have been able to finish her off in a second, but there’s no time left now. But I kept glaring at her; it’s too late to do anything now I thought but two things happened simultaneously at the same moment, a shiny silver boomerang went whooshing right above my ear and hit Rosalie in the hand and loud bang echoed through the whole room, trembling the chandelier above us hard. Rosalie’s gun flew out of her hand and landed somewhere near the staircase behind me, she had missed any part of my body by a wide margin and the bullet hit one of Esme’s paintings on the back wall. Now Esme’s copy of “A Girl in green” had a hole in her one of her emerald green eyes.
“Edward!” someone cried, I looked at my left and saw Bella with Rosalie’s revolver in one hand and a metallic pump dangling from the other. She was pointing the gun at Rosalie, who was gaping at her open mouthed; Bella’s other shoe that was now as flat as flip-flops was laying wrecked on the floor in front of Rosalie. I couldn’t believe it; she threw a shoe at Rosalie Hale! Oh lord! I think I almost fell in love!
“Are you out of your fucking mind again?” I yelled at Bella. Things could have gone seriously wrong, she could have missed Rosalie’s hand and I could be… “You are welcome. You’d be dead by now if I hadn’t stepped in and you owe me 579$ for the shoes” she yelled back at me still pointing the gun at Rosalie.
“What is that thing, Cullen? Your guard bitch?” Rosalie looked at her like she was some kind of slime stuck to the back of her shoes.
“I’m no guard, But do mind when I say this, my bite is a lot tougher than my bark” Bella answered coldly as I walk over to her and took the revolver from her hand, she didn’t protest. But she didn’t back off either, she kept eyeing Rosalie darkly.
I stood in front of her like a shield and faced Rosalie, she was looking murderous, her teeth were bare and she made a sound that almost sounded like a fucking hiss. If she had laser vision they would have penetrated my torso and blasted Bella to smithereens by now.
“OH! Edward I think something is happening to him!” Bella suddenly wailed from behind me, pointing at Jasper. All of our heads snapped in that direction, he had been so quiet for the past few minutes that I almost forgot about him. His eyes were closed and his head was immobile on the armrest, his face was still blue but now he had a thin line of warm blood running down the corner of his mouth. Jasper was dying.
“Jazz!” Rosalie ran to kneel beside her twin “Jazz! Don’t let go Jazz, stay with me! You are going to be fine” She tried to soothe him as she checked his pulse and judging from the renewed reassurance burning in her eyes… “He’s still struggling, we have to move him Edward, but he has lost a lot of blood!” Bella sounded so washed up as she started to move towards him, but I grabbed her hand to stop her. Rosalie isn’t in a right state of mind at the moment, she can do anything.
Bella looked up at me with prominent disgust, “He is dying!” she whispered hoarsely.
“HE IS NOT DYING!!! Jazz is not going to die! FUCK YOU!” Rosalie let out a spine chilling scream, without even bothering to look at us. Bella shuddered, and knees had had enough, they gave out and I wrapped my arm around her waist protectively because I could tell she’s going to fall any second.
“Yeah, that’s why I stopped you. She wouldn’t let anybody near him. She thinks we’re are bad guys, remember?” I muttered under my breath, loud enough for only Bella to hear.
“We have got to help…” she let out a silent sob, burying her face in my chest.
“We can’t. Not unless she lets us” I said, my own fatigue draining the last bits of strength out of me.
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Hey guys thanks so much for waiting! As you might not know I’m attending my semester finals at college that’s soaking up all my time. Yeah, that’s what happens when you don’t study on time and leave todays work for tomorrow or rather the nights before the actual tests. So this is the 7th chapter. I had already wrote the whole chapter once before from EPOV but my hard disk crashed L then I started again but couldn’t continue writing so I figured this chapter from EPOV was jinxed or something so I’m giving you both BPOV and EPOV in one. Enjoy reading!
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Bullets and Black Roses:
Chapter 7: Coffee black and Egg white
“You’re the displeasing sign that fate had finally fucked me?” I snorted with quiet laughter “How I wish that was true, Edward. Fate had fucked me ages ago you are just another one of fate’s fucking games” I stared out the window, into the tempting emptiness of the dark outside. This man knew nothing about me. Nothing at all. No one knows the truth about me. They don’t know my secrets, my regrets or my indignities. They just believe what they see and what they see is what I reveal. What I want them to see, what I let them see.
“And how is that?” Edward asked, deeply intrigued. I didn’t even bother to look at him, like I needed to discuss my past with a murderer. My To-be Murderer. My past is part of me that will live and die deep within me and decay with my mortal body. And a murderer like Edward Cullen is the last person I’d want to share this part of me with.
“That’s personal” I voiced coldly.
“I see” He once again had this ‘I agree with everything you’ve just said and I hope you will grant them as my own feelings’ tone. I wish I could tell him how this ‘courteous and considerate’ façade of his irritated me to no bounds. By keeping this fucking refined behavior on display he was making it really hard for me to grasp the depth of this great ‘Fucked up on another whole level’ situation I was currently in. I wanted to yell “You are a bloody murderer so just act like one, why don’t you?!?” but I calmed myself, thinking of what he had stored for me ahead.
“You see nothing. You are blinded by your own …” I wanted to say he was too short-sighted because of his need to please himself but I decided against it. It wasn’t worth it to get slapped by him or something again. “Never mind” I muttered darkly.
“No, go on please. Tell me…My own what?” His green eyes bored into mine again and I darted my gaze away swiftly, under the pretense of brushing a loose strand of hair off my face. God! Is he for real! Why my stupid heart does a vehement summersault every time he looks down at me like that was so above and beyond me at the moment. It just didn’t make any sense! Did I like him looking at me like that… this was getting absurd past words “Nothing. I said ‘Never mind’, didn’t I?” I turned my head and kept looking out the window; something told me having him dissect me visually wasn’t going to help my case much. I really wanted get this whole thing over with as soon as possible. Just another few hours, or another few minutes if I get lucky.
Every time I think about that night makes me feel like chilled water is rising in my chest, cutting my insides. Every time I hear a woman scream… I find myself back in that room again.
And then the scene changed abruptly and I was standing in the corridor of forks hospital. A doctor came out taking his gloves off; putting on his sad, sympathetic face that he reserved for his patient’s family or loved there’s a bad news. Yeah right like it actually mattered to them who lived or died as long as they get to go home at nights and come back to find a piping hot cup of fresh coffee at work next morning.
“We are sorry Mr. Swan. We tried our best but it was too late. She is with us no more” I had to grip the doorframe to keep myself from falling and Charlie… well Charlie went immobile as a stone sculpture.
And then another change of scene and I was standing back inside our house facing a Charlie who was maddened with grief…
“What did you do to her! You killed her…
You killed her…
It’s entirely your fault! She died because of you! You killed her!”
“Dad I’m sorry. I couldn’t do anything to help her. I wish I were dead”
“Me too” Charlie had said in a hollow and dead sort of voice. His emotionless statement sounded so much worse than a heated fight. And since that day, I didn’t really want to live anymore. It didn’t really matter if I had lived or died. It didn’t. So now, Edward Cullen can make it happen. Fate had sent him to me so that I can ditch the mundane independence that life offers us and finally embrace the true freedom that only god can provide.
And now I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. I am going to cross over to the other side-the better side- tonight. All these years I wanted to finish myself off but I just wasn’t brave enough to try and commit suicide. But I have thought about it many times, Hell! I still think about it everyday, everynight. I think about why it hadn’t been me instead of my mother. Now I can finally see her again soon. Too soon maybe. I’m sure she would have wanted me to live and cherish life for a bit longer than just nineteen insufferable years but that’s the beauty of this whole ‘fuck up’ and because this is a ‘Fuck up’, I didn’t have to plan it. Fate had prearranged this for me.
Edward kept driving silently. I looked up at him and he opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut, darting his eyes back to the road again. Grrr! I hate him!
“What?” I snapped.
“Nothing” said Edward. He tried to concentrate on driving again but I could tell he was tense. He was gripping the steering wheel so firmly, his knuckles were turning white.
“Do you want to say something, Cullen?”
“No, I figured I wanted to but I just realized that would be too personal” He said thoughtfully and turned his head to smile crookedly. Oh so this is how he’s going to play? Pulling on the “Personal” string, get something fucking original!
“Being scratched by my own cat, Am I? Fucking funny” I scathed back.
“Am I supposed to be the ‘Cat’ in this scenario?” Edward laughed despite himself.
“Not if you don’t want to be. You can be my ‘Bitch’, bitch” I guess, I’d like that. Making a devastatingly handsome man like him my Bitch. But judging by the sudden feral look on his face, Edward didn’t like that concept very much. He looked ready to strangle me again.
“Just shut up Bella, just… please” he half warned-half pleaded, critically exasperated. “I would have liked you so much better if you were born mute” he pursed his lips.
“Like me better? So, how much do you like me now, exactly?” I tried to sound deeply annoyed and mocking but the slight hint of anticipation in my voice almost gave me away. And I had a mad urge to hear him admit that he did actually like me to some extent, no matter how small.
“I told you before not to test my patience Isabella, I’m not good at being tolerant. So please for the love of god! Would you just shut the fuck up?”
“I shall not!” I screamed. “Let me….” I was interrupted by a cellphone that started to buzz fiercely in the glove compartment. I quickly pulled it open and took my slim scarlet cellphone out and saw Alice’s name flashing on the screen. Of course, it is Alice. The fact that she didn’t manage to hunt me down by now was an unbelievable miracle by itself. I was contemplating either or not to answer but Edwards’s hands were faster than my mind. He snatched the cell away from my hand.
“You are not answering anybody’s call tonight. Sorry Bella” my phone still kept buzzing.
“But, it’s my friend Alice. I was supposed to meet her tonight. She never showed up. I need to talk to her. You know, to check if she is all right” I made up my mind. I would talk to her, If I don’t get to say a proper goodbye than the least I can do for her is to comfort her for the last time in my life. Her life could have been so much easier and she would have been so less anxious all this time if I wasn’t in it. Seriously, when I think about it, I never had been more than just a troublemaker, just a fucking pain in the ass.
“Yeah, like I’m buying that bullshit. I let you answer it and you tell her to call 911! Am I supposed to believe that you are concerned about your friend but not your own death?” He smiled grimly.
“Just give me the fucking phone, Edward!” I aimed for it but he pressed the reject button and I missed his hand.
“NO” his tone was firm and cold.
“You asshole! What do you want from me? I’m already letting you take me, aren’t I? What more do you want?” no sooner had I finished my sentence my cell started to vibrate in his hand again.
“Give it to me!” I tried to take it from him but he shifted it to his other hand-”NO!” – Edward stuck my phone out of the window- “Sorry Bella. I can’t let you. I’m going to have to dispose it now”
“NOO! Just let me talk to Alice first. I swear, I won’t tell her anything about you… or where I am …Just let me talk to her for the last time, Edward. She is the only one I have and I don’t want to die without saying goodbye to her but as I can’t do that, at least let me hear her voice for the last time. Please, Edward” I begged.
“No” he repeated again and moved to let go of my cell. Any second it will smash into a few scarlet pieces of wasted metal. I had to talk to her. I just had to. So as a desperate move to prevent him from destroying it, I unfastened my seat-belt in a flash and turned around in my seat.
“Please..?” I made him face me and put my hand over his heart again. I could feel its gradual thumping against my palm. He looked down at his chest and then at me. I leaned in closer- as close I could get without leaving my seat- without breaking eye contact “Aren’t you even going to grant me my last wish?” I whispered, with his face inches from mine, his green eyes went wild with thoughts that occurred with our unexpected intimacy. I was sure a thousand things were badgering him at my sudden stunt – I slowly ran my fingers through his tousled auburn hair and let my thumb rest on his cheek “Please Edward?” his lips were so close to my own that they slightly brushed his when they moved along with my words. His body temperature went up a couple degrees and I could feel his heart, literally slamming against his ribcage viciously under my touch -He gasped, shocked as hell and handed me the cell quietly- In some ways men are so weak in front of a woman, it’s quite pathetic. But I was happy that he fell for it, regardless. “Thank you” I finally pressed my lips softly against his once and pulled away immediately. He recoiled from my interaction and slowly pushed me back to my seat with one hand while muttering something that sounded like “You are lucky that I’m a very good driver”
I decided to get on with it before the charm breaks Edward changes his mind. I hit the speed dial quickly and Alice picked up after the first ring.
“Are you ok? What happened, why didn’t you show up?”
“I’m fine Bella. I have been calling you since eleven thirty. Why weren’t you answering?” Alice sounded pissed. Good. Pissy is good now.
“I forgot my cell in my car”
“Oh. I thought you went back so I called you at home but the answering machine was picking up”
“Oh yeah. Umm.. I was busy”
“Why do you need to know? I thought you were the one who needed to do all the explaining. What happened to you tonight?”
“Oh Bella. There was an accident. You know a guy had been murdered earlier tonight and the police were chasing the people who did it and I parked my car farther from the restaurant because they were not letting anybody through there so I thought I’d just take the alley and come around the back. So I was walking and he came running with a gun the size of my legs and knocked me down. Can you believe it? My stilettos snapped -That fool ruined my brand new Jimmy chooes- And I sprained my left ankle” Alice explained in a rush.
“Who is this “He“?” I asked confused, I thought Edward was the murderer. But Alice said there were more of them.
“I don’t know” Alice said in a strange voice. So was it Edward who knocked her down or someone else?
“Oh that’s terrible Alice. I’m glad you’re not hurt” – then I remembered her ankle- “or hurt worse, I mean. You are lucky he hadn’t shot at you” I said and Edward’s head snapped up to my direction. So it was Edward.
“I know, at first I thought he was going to. But when I fell down, he tried to help me onto my feet just like a gentleman. I nearly died from shock” Alice whispered slowly as she was confessing to some horrible sin.
“What has gotten into you Alice? Seems like you are still in shock”
“Yes, maybe. Umm.. No…well, it is just that he didn’t look like a bad guy. If you just would have seen his eyes Bella…they were just so intense, I have never seen gold so pure and he… umm… seemed seriously concerned that he had hurt me. One minute he was kneeling down beside me -his guns laid forgotten on both sides of us- and the next minute he was gone”
“Golden eyes, huh?” so that wasn’t Edward after all “I don’t know what he was thinking and I don’t even want to. I’m just glad that you are alive”
“Yeah. Well let’s just drop it. So how long did you wait for me? Did you manage to get out of there in time because I heard the police had blocked the whole street?
“Well, I met an old friend from La push. He was with the Cops so they let me go”
“Ok. That’s good. Where are you now anyway? Is it the Audi’s engine I hear? Bella?
“Can I have the divine liberty to ask where the hell you are driving off to at…at …–wait, what time is it?- yes, at one o’ clock in the morning?”
“I told you I’m busy Alice. I need to be somewhere in exactly half an hour”
“And where would that be?”
“It is personal” I bit my tongue as soon as I said that “but I promise to explain things later…if.. I mean, when I see you again”
“OK” she seemed hurt. It’s miraculous how I’m still somehow managing to cause her pain even now “You sure you are okay Bella?” She asked in a worried but skeptical voice.
“Yes, I’m fine Alice don’t worry”
“If you say so. See you on Monday then”
“I love you, Alice”
“I love you too, Bella. Take care of yourself please”
“I’ll try” I promised with a meek smile.
I disconnected the line.
“Goodbye Alice” I muttered under my breath, my eyes locked on the windshield. A Single drop of tear escaped from the corner of my eye. I let it run down my cheek. One teardrop, so I’d better make it a good one. And if Alice wasn’t worthy of that I don’t know what was.
“Good friend?” Edward asked, hesitating a little. I don’t know what startled him the most the fact that I’d just let my last chance at life slip so easily from my fingers or that I kept my word to him.
“Best friend” I corrected him “and the best sister” It was true. Although Alice was never a part of my family I was always a part of hers.
“I bet you are” I wanted to laugh at his fake thoughtfulness this time. What would a murderer know about how it feels to lose someone when all his life he just snatched them away from others? I bet he never had to stand on the other side of the river himself.
“I’m not a monster Bella. I know how it feels. I had to leave my sister too”
“That’s so sad” I said in a hollow, exceptionally lifeless voice.
“I know” he sounded strangely empty too. I looked down at my lap and I felt another fat teardrop cascading down the length of my face. It landed directly on the ring and gave the huge diamond a clear salty bath. My engagement ring. The biggest joke of my life.
“Whoa. I forgot to tell Alice I got engaged” I laughed bitterly through my tears. Edward didn’t make a comment but I saw his hand leave the steering wheel, reaching slowly for my face. He lightly brushed my tears away with the back of his fingers but I recoiled instinctively. I thought he was going to hit me again.
“Sorry” his fingers curled into a tight fist again and he pulled his hand away and a strange silence hovered in the cold night. I didn’t understand him. At all. Why does it feel like he is something more than he shows? Just like me.
And I couldn’t help myself from wondering why a man who’d make Michael Angelo’s “David” look like an ogre next to him chose to be what he was. I wanted to know him better. I wanted some answers but I don’t think I have enough time left on my hands to play “Twenty-Questions” with him. I don’t exactly know how many seconds will come to pass before I die. I checked the time on my phone screen. O1:05 A.M. it had been almost 45 minutes since we left the restaurant. It seemed as though everything raced ahead like a blur, I could hardly remember my life before tonight. And where the hell was he taking me exactly? I was tired of waiting it to end already. I wanted it to happen fast so that I could be gone before I start to regain some of my incentive behind life in this world.
“Where are we going?” I finally broke the silence.
“Home” Home? He has a home?
“Why don’t you just shoot me right now and leave my body in this car? That would save both of us a lot of trouble. The police would think I’d committed suicide or something… Or even better. Torch the car after you’re done with me. Finish off all the evidence you know” I suggested awkwardly and he made a face that reminded me of a kid biting into an extremely sour plum with a worm in it.
“Huh! You really have got to stop watching bad action movies. First of all, this is New York, Not Mojave desert. People will notice if I torched a car in the middle of the street and I will get busted within five minutes. And secondly, NYPD aren’t as stupid as they make them look on TV. They can tell the difference between a suicide and a homicide in a heartbeat”
“Well, will it really matter to me once I’m dead? You lot can fuck each other up and die for all I care” I complained bitterly and Edward smiled “Oh and by the way, who was your golden eyed friend? I think Alice fell in love with him or something”
“At first sight?” Edward asked.
“I can’t be sure. But she was acting weird. Weird for Alice” I thought about how ironic this whole deal was.
“You and your friend are both brainless idiots. Wanting the dangerous things for all the wrong reasons. And, FYI Jasper Cullen is not my friend”
“Another Cullen? your brother?” I asked, seriously dumbfounded “What is this, a family pastime? -Oh come on Jasper, I’m bored. Let’s go out and shoot some people dead tonight. It will be all in good fun!- Drinks on me if you can get the bullet through his head!” I scorned despite feeling rather horrible at this point.
“Funny. No, he is not my brother either but you’re right this is kinda like a family thing” he nodded his head, smiling darkly while recalling some private joke I didn’t get.
“Well, your ‘Family‘ injured my bestfriend tonight”
“I know. Small world, right? I was there. Her heels snapped. She is lucky he didn’t kill her” he seemed lost in another train of thought again.
“She was, wasn’t she? Looks like only I got the worse end of the deal tonight”
“Not likely Isabella. If Jasper fucking Cullen had anything to do with what I think he had then you just might not die alone tonight” his voice got his vindictive tint back and I slightly shuddered seeing his face. He didn’t miss it but decided to ignore me.
“What do you mean?” What the fuck was he going on about? I thought he said they were family…
“It’s complicated and…” he smiled meekly “also a secret”
“Really? Do you really think telling some dying woman a stupid secret is gonna change anything?”
“You are not dead yet”
“I thought that was only a matter of time now”
“It is. Tell you what, I’ll tell the secret once you are dead”
“HaHa. Fucking hilarious” I said, acerbically “why can’t you tell me now?”
“Because If I do, they’ll have to kill me too” this is getting crazier by the seconds. Now who the fuck were “They”? And why would they kill Edward if he told me about what Jasper had done.
“Oh please, spare me the crap for just this once”
“You know too much already Bella. You know that the murder that was committed tonight was by us. You saw my face and your friend saw Jasper’s. You know our names. My fingerprints are all over your car and yourself” he eyed my body in a way that made me feel naked “So basically, if you live then I die. And that’s what I’m trying to do here, preserve myself. Above all, Survival is the most basic instinct, you know”
“More like animal instincts” I scoffed.
“That’s silly Isabella. Animals don’t kill each-other unless they absolutely have to. But we don’t prey on human flesh so why do we slay? We kill men because it’s how we chose to live; we kill because we want to, not because we need to”
“But you don’t seem any less dangerous than a predator yourself” I looked right into his eyes, trying to understand this matchless creature of god sitting beside me. He seemed kind of smug that I finally admitted that he was frightening in a way. He smiled crookedly again and I felt my heartbeats pace up with a start “Thank you Isabella. You are too kind” he snorted with laughter.
“Oh shut up” I said, annoyed. But I couldn’t help but smile myself. How easy it was to be with him…”So can I ask you something now? “asked Edward. OK, looks like I spoke too soon. It wasn’t that easy.
“I don’t see why you can’t”
“Why do you want to die so bad?” he had asked this question before and I don’t think he’d let it go until I’ve answered it.
“I don’t see why I have to answer that”
“Why?” He repeated again in a tone so cold it sent chills down my spine.
“My life doesn’t matter to me as much. I guess you can say, survival is not my most important instinct. And when you live a life like me you can’t help but hope you’d just die in your sleep someday and…” but he cut me off “Wait, what?!? So you mean to say that‘s why you are coming along so willingly?”
“Why not? I need a hit and you can give it to me” I said softly. Edward can free me in the truest sense and that’s what I want.
Edward hands trembled slightly “I don’t believe you. You are a liar. Nobody wants to die… you are just saying this cause you know you’ve lost” his voice shook with anger. This is the thing that irritated and amazed me at the same time with Edward, his bizarre mood swings. One second he is laughing his fucking ass off and the next, he is ready to skin someone alive. I wonder if he has multiple-personality disorder.
“I thought you had to at least try and fight before you could anticipate a win. I never fought”
“You are lying to me” he scathed at me. I don’t get it why people would easily gulp down lies but choke on the simplest of truths. Lately this world has become an unheeded garden, where the wholesome flowers shriveled up and only the weeds succeed to thrive.
“You know what your biggest mistake is Cullen?” I didn’t know why he was so confident that I was lying. But it didn’t matter to me what he thought as long as I’m getting what I want.
“It’s a secret” I swung his own line back at him. Yeah, take that Cullen! Now how do you feel, getting scratched by own cat? “But I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours first” my lips twisted into a smile.
“Go to hell!” He flipped me off and I caught a glimpse of the “XI” stamp around his middle finger again.
“Oh I’d love to. But you and your criminal family already lives there and I don’t want to have to see your faces everyday”
“Don’t you dare shout at me! You asked me a fucking question and I just gave you my answer. Why ask when you don’t want to be told? I’m going with you because I chose to. Not because you made me. Nobody can make me do something I don’t want to and it’s the truth no matter how much you hate it”
“Oh really Bella? You see this…” he took his gun out again “this can make nun pole dance in a strip club and a monkey stick its pinky up while drinking tea” he sneered and his eyes went wild with madness “So tell me what shall I make you do?”
I r was getting really hard for me to concentrate on the road when Isabella was sitting so close to me at touching distance. And the fact that she wasn’t effected by me the way others were was no matter for celebration for me either when already a thousand things were going through my mind already. It’s like every train of thought started with an unalike string, differing from strength to color but all of them just forgot their differences on half way and transformed into one great sophisticated cord of nature and brought my mind back to the one person I was trying my best to not think about. And she was Isabella.
No one can deny the fact that she was exceptionally beautiful, she was crafted so perfectly and her essence was so pleasing that it was enough to drive the angels of heaven mad with the gravitational need to be near her. Her splendor was something you can’t forget once you’ve laid your eyes on her. But it was just her magnificence that moved me, it was her persona. It was her unpredictability, her wildness that was making me want to know about her more.
“Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart”
I was quoting Shakespeare in my head. Truly I didn’t know anything about her. I just saw what she showed me and nothing more. But I did believe there was so much more to Isabella swan than what she was letting on. And the information she has confirmed, that she wanted death just made it that much certain. This flawless Barbie on the outside was damaged beyond repair on the inside. And I loved that, I loved it that she was damaged. Lately I have become this bloodsucker that feeds on other people’s misery. It made me feel good to be aware of the fact that I’m not the only one who had been fucked up royally by fate.
But I couldn’t help myself from wondering what made Isabella so ready, so prepared for death. Whatever it was must have been dark. Could the reason of her desperation be the same as other forty women we see on the streets? No, didn’t think that was it. She was smart, beautiful and judging by her clothes and this car she was fucking rich as sin too, then what could have wounded her like that … Maybe a bad break-up or could it be a bad divorce… I mean she didn’t look that old but then again, I didn’t know shit about her.
“Umm, not that you have to answer if you don’t want to but I’m just curious… How old are you?” I asked, without looking at her.
“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but I’m going to turn 20 in September” said Bella. Ok, she was very young.
“Ever been married or engaged?”
“Nope, not till now” She looked down at her ring. Shit! I had almost forgotten about earlier tonight. The stunts I’ve pulled to save my ass tonight were playing themselves in fast-forward in my mind as I drove without another word. Running inside that wretched place, seeing Bella for the first time and kissing her. The first time we kissed as two strangers who have never laid their eyes on each other, and the last time it was a kiss between a man and his wife to be. His fiancée. My fiancée.
No matter how you put it, I proposed her marriage and she had accepted me. Regardless of whatever circumstances we were in at that time, that was the rule of engagement among all the cast and creed of all the religions in the world. So to say, she was now my fiancée and I, her to be husband until one of us breaks this engagement willingly.
I guess that won’t matter. I’m going to have to kill her soon anyway and what better way to say “I’m breaking up with you” than to discharge a bullet right in her heart.
But was quite disturbing to think that I’d never get a chance to see her blush again, too see the dainty little crease on her forehead when she got mad or the way she bites down on her bottom lips when she thought about something silently without voicing it. But everything was irrelevant. Her death scene is coming ashore any moment.
She was listening to music with her eyes closed. After the stereo drama she didn’t dare to touch it again, instead she took an iPod out of the glove compartment and has been listening to music quietly for the last 20 minutes. And though I told her that I liked it better when she kept her mouth shut her silence seemed ominous to me somehow. Maybe I shouldn’t have silenced her at gun point like that.
I wanted to hear her voice more but I didn’t know what to say to her. I looked at her found her humming along with the music so quietly that I couldn’t make out her words. But it didn’t matter. All my senses just dimmed themselves at the moment to give my vision a resilient reign to admire her features thoroughly. Her dark brown hair cascading down her back like a soft, silky waterfall that instantly had me wishing to burry my face in her hair. When she silently mouthed the lyrics to the song couldn’t hear, her soft pink lips were parting themselves ever so slightly. I wanted to kiss her again; I wanted to know how they would feel when moving against mine like that. Then she swayed her head with the rhythm slowly and a strand of dark brown escaped from behind her ear and I had a violent struggle against myself to prevent my hand from touching her. All I wanted to do was to brush that stand lightly off her face and take as much time as wanted to careless her creamy pale, radiant skin under that little pretense.
I had a mad urge to bank my head on the steering wheel. Wait is this fucking thing bedazzled? It is. I slowly took in the Audi’s extremely feminine interior as I brushed me finger across the Cristal studded horn. I never really got women’s need to accessorize everything they touched. It’s like some kind of disease.
“Edward?” Bella’s voice tuned in from what it seemed like miles away.
“There has to be another way. I don’t want to…. You just can’t….I’m your fiancée!” she blurted out incoherently, she sounded anxious.
“What the hell are you going on about?” I asked, confused as fuck. And before I could say or do anything else she started her kicking her silver shoes off and before I could even make sense of what was happening I found her perched on top of me while I was still driving! I hit the brakes hard with a start and the Audi’s tires made a horrible screech in protest. Luckily we were off the highway and near the Cullen mansion or there would have been hell to pay. And still to my dismay another car passed us –the driver yelled angrily, shaking his fist at our direction “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?”
“ARE you?” I asked Bella, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yes” she whispered as she settled herself on me, her legs opening up to grip my waist. I looked down and saw the skirt of her coral blue dress riding up her thighs as she inched closer and closer.
“Yes, I am” she threw herself into my arms, her slender weight crashing into my chest. And strangely enough I found myself comforting her back with a not so gentle embrace. Her hair smelled like strawberries and her smooth skin felt like silk under my fingers. Then suddenly I felt her lips on my throat, she planted one swift tender but deep kiss there and looked at me through her lashes. Fuck! I’m so fucked!
“Bella…don’t” tried to refrain myself but she didn’t let me finish “Shhh… you don’t” she whispered and her lips brushed against mine. All my nerves were on fire and felt my temperature rise, blood rushed to my groin and I and my eyes snapped open. I sat still as she slowly took my bottom lip between her luscious ones and tugged lightly just once and pulled away, she was looking at me through hooded eyes and my heart hammered viciously. She lowered her beautiful chin and angled her head to kiss me again, another soft, wet one. Her hands were locked around me elegantly.
Slid one of her hands back to my chest again and pressed her palm against my heart.
“I can feel you” she whispered in a voice that tugged at my soul and something happened to me. I tightened my hold around her waist and groaned. Her nails clawed my shoulders, causing me to howl her closer to my hardening frame. Letting her feel my own burgeoning desire and it seemed as though my physical response only managed to encourage her more as she firmly pressed herself against me, inflaming me even further.
She kissed me again and her lips parted this time, I wasted no time to plunge my tongue inside her mouth. And we kissed ravenously, straining to consume each other’s lips and our tongues glided against each other’s. Our life forces thrashing through our blood vessels as I inhaled her mouth-watering scent that overwhelmed my senses.
I was with in the closest heaven I will ever be but suddenly her arms stiffened and she pulled away, gasping for air and as soon as I let her go she opened the car door and slipped off my lap.
“Now I’m going to let you know what your biggest mistake was….You underestimated me!” she smiled and kissed my lips swiftly for one last time and vanished into the dark of night.
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yeah I know that a lot of girls have not seen it yet but i have so i won’t give anything away all im saying it that it is amazing and u will love it and rob is a real actor and a superstar worth all of his shine oh yeah bring tissues there will be tears and if u did see it i know it is intense so siting thru it again will be rough but we have to 4 rob and if u haven’t pls get out and go it is worth it if u thin u love rob now u don’t u will want to marry this man walking out of there
so this is the real trailer now all of my commets r the same as yesterday except i really do love that this one is longer
it looks really really good and I like it alot I can’t wait to see it and it is gonna be effing amazing looks like the best summer movie ever we must break some reacords with this opening and yeah once again if u haven’t already make sure u get ur tickets for RM go see it it comes out 2mrw and go again on sat.
ok so I’m sure u have already seen it by now but who doesn’t want to see it again I haven’t read any comments or thoughts abt it yet so this is just my own personal take on what I saw I love it of course it is awesome Im surprised that it is good for some reason I was under the impression that we had messed up eclipse and it was going to suck but the look of it is amzing it is clear and perfect and maybe DS knew what the hell he was doing so w have 2 lines of dialogue I know that consequence of the choice u r making and I will fight for u until ur herat stops beating and they both work fine i hadn’t noticed the 1st one when I read the leaked script but i’m sure I like it better than anything i had read in there b/c i was dissapointed and thought that it wasn’t very good I’m glad they revised so the look of it is really nice as I said b4 I really love it honestly i had forgotten how much I loved “forks” it is a beautiful setting truly its been so long I forgot that I love the basic feeling of twilight we’ve been all wraped up in our twi-trinity’s other outside projects that we forgot why the hell we even care abt these ppl other than the fact that we love them dearly and that they have become a part of our lives both the characters and the actors but the point is that they are amazing and eclipse is gonna be even more kick ass lol so I thought that the wig was gonna look horrible but i didn’t even notice it that much it just looks as tho she has been out in the rain and as a forks girl she would have been so it so works and our robward looks amazing and even tho I love our sweet baby tay tay yes I still call him that even tho he is 18 now like my self he looks abit lost and yeah he is hott but we’ve seen it all b4 and i’m kinda over him and his act is kinda old the whole bella yada yada I know that is all that eclipse is abt so whatever it just feels like we have seen it b4 but it is eclipse and I’m excited anyway so watch multiple times enjoy and commet
I love the opening shot it is amazing and beautiful and should be our 1st offical poster that we haven’t gotten yet and I love how kris acts with her eyes she takes my breath away does anyone else notice that edward still doesn’t have his “glow” back he still looks like how he did in NM all deprressed and shit yeah know he is suposed to be serious but I don’t like my edward unhappy also i love how i had forgotten that I love rob as our edward i’ve seen him so out of character as tyler and art that yeah we love rob as our edward he is perfect they r both so beautiful it just needs to be said also the senery is beyond beautiful tay’s acting is good and so is kristens and just watch
The Runaways Soundtrack # 9. Queens of Noise – Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart
Opening NEXT Friday, March 19th, the film follows two friends, Joan Jett and Cherie Currie (Stewart, Fanning), as they rise from rebellious Southern California kids to rock stars of the now legendary group that paved the way for future generations of girl bands. Joan and Cherie fall under the Svengali-like influence of rock impresario Kim Fowley (Michael Shannon), who turns the group into an outrageous success and a family of misfits.
Head on over to AOL to listen to the whole soundtrack — you can hear Dakota’s version of “Cherry Bomb!”
Twilight’s Kristen Stewart gets wild in new ‘Runaways’ movie trailer. Apparition studios released a new,full,theatrical movie trailer for their new “The Runaways” film,and “Twilight Saga” star, Kristen Stewart gets pretty wild with her “Twilight Saga” castmate Dakota Fanning in it as they play band mates of the successful 70’s all-girl group in this true life story movie. It also stars: Michael Shannon, Danielle Riley Keough, Scout Taylor-Compton, Stella Maeve, and Tatum O’Neal.
The new “The Runaways” movie trailer (below) shows more wild scenes from the movie,and features more of Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning rocking it out on stage with the rest the cast. The movie revolves around the true life story of the successful 70’s all girl band called, “The Runaways” who paved the way for future generations of all-girl rock bands. Kristen Stewart plays the founder Joan Jett and Dakota Fanning plays the sidekick lead vocalist Cherie Currie. They both have some hot times,and a reported kissing scene in the film. Check out the trailer, below. “The Runaways” movie hits theaters on March 19.
omg this is amazing… OHH KRISTEN i’, in love with you.. you’re the epitomy of cool and understated talent
You have full permission to absolutely freak out!
Clear your day tomorrow because we are hearing that the first ever The Twilight Saga: Eclipse trailer is set to air online at some point tomorrow. We are not sure what will be featured, but we do know that the mini-trailer will be ten seconds long. If that news doesn’t send you into a full blown twi-tack, wait till you hear about the details of the full length trailer.
Let the madness begin! Welcome back Robert Pattinson, Taylor Lautner, Kristen Stewart and the rest of the gang, you have been truly missed! It has been fun watching these actors work on their non-Twilight projects, but it just hasn’t been the same. We are three months away from the release of The Twilight Saga: Eclipse and slowly the hype is building back up.
The mini trailer will be announced on March 10th via Summit’s Twitter, the time and location TBA. If that isn’t enough, the full trailer of The Twilight Saga: Eclipse will be released with Remember Me when it opens on March 12th.
We are sure you have tons of ideas and we want to hear them all! What do you think the mini-trailer will involve> Maybe the love triangle scene with Bella, Edward, and Jacob in the woods? As soon as we receive the mini-trailer from Summit, we will make sure to post it ASAP for you guys! Welcome back to the madness of Twilight.
omg i’m so excited when i heard this I almost died can’t wait for 2mrw and even more excited for fri. it is like christmas and my birthday all rolled in to one and even better than anyother holiday combine lol will post as soon as I see it :)-I already got my RM ticket and I think I’m more excited for the trailer and the full screen than even the movie it self again if u haven’t already done so do so buy ur ticket go see RM mutilple times we have to make our man look good I’m just so excited to see our twi-tinity back at work I’ve missed them yay eclipse