8. Welcome to the Darkside

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Chapter 8

Welcome to the Darkside

Edward’s POV

This is the third night in a row that I have driven by. My actions are guided by my need for control. It’s as if I’m possessed and I cannot stop myself. I feel like a druggie fueled by their unsettling needs and desire to have their fix, like an addiction. I mentally chastise myself, refusing to go through with it again tonight.

This is just crazy. 

 

I find myself in the same damn spot I was in the night before. I have been outside of her window every night since the fire. I know that there are so many things wrong with what I am doing, but I simply cannot resist.

Since when did I give a shit about doing something for the right reasons, or worrying what others thought?

I sit in silence and wonder what the hell is happening to me. I feel like the proverbial moth drawn to the flame. These feelings I’m having are too overwhelming since she has entered into my life. I feel like a damn stalker, but my need to be around her is just too powerful. I have never felt so perplexed and torn at the same time. The antagonizing need and the endless desire, course through my body. I have never experienced this before and I feel lost and completely out of control.

I still marvel over the fact that a petite mahogany haired human female attempted to save a vampire’s life while putting her own life at risk in doing so.

My life. I still don’t know what to think about that. 

I find her nightly ritual very intriguing. She comes out of the bathroom, hair still slightly damp and proceeds to sit down in front of her vanity and combs through her long and lustrous mahogany locks.

The satin gown hangs against her pale skin and glides with her every movement. She pulls out a bottle of moisturizer, and begins her routine of thoroughly caressing every part of her body.

With venom pooling and eyes dilating, I am completely engrossed as her hands glide over her silky skin. I feel my body react to each move she makes while massaging the moisturizer over her long legs, and the rest of her sensual body. My fingers twitch in a movement I can no longer control. I wonder how soft her skin feels and if it would pebble under my cool touch. Instinctively licking my lips and running my hands through my hair, I cannot help but wonder if I am losing my goddamn mind! 

My cell phone vibrates in my pocket as I decide that I must not do this again. I move away from her window and look at the screen to see who is calling.

“Felix.”

“Edward. I just wanted you to know that everything went as expected. Albeit late we are pleased.”

“I wouldn’t have expected you to be anything less than pleased Felix, and it wasn’t late.”

 I hear him chuckle.

Fucker.

“Yes. Well I was wondering if there is anyway that some of us could come down to your club? You know maybe dance, hook up with some ladies, and hang out.”

I ponder his question, thinking I certainly can’t deny them because that would be rude. This isn’t LDD it’s just my dance club. I make sure that the clientele remain strictly vampire, but there is no membership required to get in. It is just a club for people to hang out and dance. I really have no choice if I want to keep my business dealings with them, otherwise they may take it offensively.  

“Of course, by all means, you can even bring a date. I am sure I will see you there, as you may know LDD is now out of commission, and I find that After Life is the only other place I would choose to hang out at until I rebuild. By the way you wouldn’t happen to know about this particular incident now would you? Any word on the street about why someone is trying to kill me?”

“I heard that someone torched your place, but I have no idea who would have done this or why.”

“Yes well…I think I know why.” I should have held my tongue.

“Okay well…like I said…I haven’t heard anything, other than what I have said already, so I will see you at the club.”

I hang up just as I look back at Isabella’s house and watch her bedroom light go out.

My thoughts immediately start to imagine what it would be like to crawl into bed with her. I find my mind conjuring up fantasies again about Isabella’s body bound and begging with desire.

My senses spike with my own yearning building deep within me. The thoughts of her body responding to my whispers, her arching in desire under my touch, craving what I could give her, elicits a low groan from me.

I blink and the image of her rolling on top of me as her sexy legs straddle my cock and the strap of the gown slipping off her shoulder, exposing just enough of her cleavage to only have me begging for it to fall just a little bit more. My cock is needy again and I have to contain the venom. Damn it! What is this woman doing to me?

I find myself fantasizing about her constantly, and it really is starting to border on obsession. I have to stop this shit, but I don’t know how. I know this is a fantasy that I can never live out, without revealing to her what and who I am. I have been able to control all aspects of all my life, but I am helpless to stop these thoughts and feelings. My cravings for her body are only intensifying, and this scares the shit out of me. Vampires are not supposed to feel this way about a human and they sure as hell aren’t supposed to feel so much fear considering we are the superior species.  

I turn around make my way back to Cherry.

I decided tonight that I will not remain outside of Isabella’s window, and I challenge myself to stay away from her. I wonder if I will have the strength and willpower to do so.

S*h*h*h*h*h……

The night of the fire after I left Bella’s I had to talk to Alice so I headed over to her place to find out what was going on. I know Alice would have warned me if she knew that I was in danger and I wondered why she didn’t see anything before the fire.

Alice informed me that she had been having problems with her visions only recently, that they were constantly changing and erratic now. Between the three of us we tried to figure out what it could possibly be that is causing her glitches.

Jasper argued that it could have just been last minute decisions, but more than anything I believe it is someone that Alice would not normally be looking for.

Yes Alice has the ability to see the future, but it is subjective. As the decision changes so does the vision and if she isn’t looking at someone who is making the decisions maybe that is why they are so erratic.

Either way we couldn’t resolve it but it still left me very uneasy about the fact that we are now very vulnerable to any sort of attack like the one at the club.  

Many vampires are reborn into their new life, and inherit a gift to use, and it wouldn’t be a first time for one vampire’s power to be stronger or hinder the power of another’s.

When I left Alice’s that night after informing her about all the shit that occurred I remembered that I still had to replace Isabella’s cell phone.

I recall seeing one somewhere online, and decided to head home and see if I could search through my history for it. As soon as I located the link I called and asked that it be delivered ASAP.

Alice called me a couple of hours later to tell me I was an idiot for doing this and to expect it to be sent back. I laughed at her and told her I didn’t think that she would return it.

Imagine my surprise when the courier showed up doing just that. I decided there was only one way to get her to take it by leaving it on her doorstep. She cannot hand it back to a courier that is not there. I then call Emmett and have him call Rosalie to give her Isabella’s new number. Once she started receiving calls on it she had to use it right?

I was glad it worked out as I had planned because I did not get it returned however,  I received a very gracious text message from her with a little snarky attitude thrown into it.

Mr. Cullen,

It was very sweet of you to send me the phone. It is more than I could accept and yet you return it back to me. You are so stubborn!

You really did not have to do this, but I feel compelled to at least say thank you.

Now with that being said…I feel this does not give you free reign to send me any, and all manner of messages, including you sexting me, so feel free to loose this number.

Isabella Swan.

I throw my head back laughing. She is such an arrogant little brat! Now I want to smack that tight ass more than ever and I know just the place. Images of Isabella flood my mind again however, this time she is tied up in my playroom and a feeling of warmth spreads through me sending a signal right to my cock. God this woman is making me nuts! The things I would like to do to her and her ass. As I rub the now prominent erection again, I lick my lips in wanton delight with thoughts of what I could do to her.

 I have got to get this temptress, and her delectable ass out of my head, but one head definitely has other ideas where she is concerned.

Damn her for knowing how I think already! She is totally right. I actually have thought about texting her. Now I just can’t resist.

Miss Swan,

What are you wearing?

And you are so very welcome.

~Edward Cullen

She replied of course just as smart assed as I expected.

Mr. Cullen

A smile.

Ha. Fucking Ha.

Miss Swan.

I chuckled at her reply and I had planned to do some driving around some of the Volturi’s hot spots while listening in on conversations between the Volturi family members. I didn’t learn anything new, so I was becoming very frustrated. The hardest part about trying to be covert when it came to the Volturi is the fact that they too are vampires and  have the same heightened senses I possess.  It is not easy to sneak into a place without being caught by your scent alone.

I always found that doing shit under the cover of darkness is a little more thrilling. While the normal world is tucked away at home in their beds sleeping, the corrupt and unjust are out prowling the night doing all manner of things that they feel they can get away with under the cover of darkness.

                                                                                                                

Doing business with the Volturi was sort of a thrill for me.  I liked the rush it gave me as I had gotten away with it. I had been doing business with them for the better part of last year and they were very happy with all my business dealings.

However, Aro had this strange fascination for assembling a coven of vampires who possessed a gift he deemed worthy. He took them under his wing and called them family. I had heard his thoughts about trying to get me to be a part of his family on more than one occasion. I also had turned him down time and time again, but he was persistent and never gave up trying.

I did not have to accept his offer nor would I have and that irritated him to no end.

The Volturi did not do business with the same person for too long for fear of having a legal case built against them so they constantly switched who they dealt with when it came to any illegal activities. It was the latter or they would manage to branch out to cover that area they needed to supply. I have been the only one that has been doing business with them the longest.

I was suspicious that they were the individual’s who were trying to get rid of me out of fear. After a long discussion with Peter he gave me his input on the situation. He believes that someone within the organization is trying to get rid of me also, and he offered to help me figure out who the hell it is.  

We may be vampires but there are large numbers of us that live in the everyday world… in the human world. We are just as punishable for a crime as anyone else is even though it has yet to happen because no vampire gets caught doing something illegal. It risks exposure so if anyone becomes suspicious it is was time to just disappear and go back to our nomadic tendencies till things calm down and enough time has passed.

However, as of late the Volturi have been growing in size and have already become known as a mafia type family by local law enforcement and were on their radar. I guess this is where I came in about that same time.  

To me this seemed ridiculous that Aro or his family would think that I would turn against them. Why would they believe this when I have been doing business with them?  I am convinced that it is something more than this. I am just going to have to start being a little more social with others to get inside their heads to find out who it is that is trying to kill me.

My family has no knowledge of what I do in my personal life. I try to keep my decisions out of Alice’s visions but I know I cannot cover them all. Some have to of slipped by and I am sure she knows more about the bullshit that I am into.

I am bored to death with everyday life. One can only read so many books and go to high school and college so many times before they want to slit their wrists. Not that I actually could if I wanted to. It would only just heal within minutes anyway. Life is just an endless loop of days where there is absolutely nothing new for me to achieve or have a new goal.

Until she walked into my life. Shut up Cullen…

Granted my family keeps me somewhat happy when I spend time with them and I hear their thoughts about me. Carlisle thinks I behave the way I do because I lack a mate and someone to share my life with. He couldn’t be more wrong.

Its just boredom Daddy C. I am just looking for a thrill.

I may be a vampire, but I am still a man, and I have thoughts and feelings just like any one else but I don’t need to have a mate. I can have any submissive I want at the drop of a hat.

I found the BDSM lifestyle matched up to specific needs I craved. It is challenging to have a submissive do your bidding. To control her and push her limits beyond what she is comfortable with or used to. To mold a submissive into something better and take her to new heights she had never reached before and to know that I was the one that achieved it.

I was proud of my lifestyle and I was well respected in the community and there wasn’t a submissive out there that didn’t want me as her Master. I am not trying to be conceited or anything, it is just a well known fact. Not to mention that I can hear them saying it without uttering a fucking word.

I am fully aware that my looks make it easier to hook up with a variety of women but I find the ones that submit to me are so much more fun.

Monotony was really wearing me down and the fact that you could bed some pretty hot, willing vampires to do your bidding was something my ego got a thrill out of and I won’t deny my desire and need for control in all things but as far as sex goes…to have control over sex is the most powerful feeling of all.  

What I would not give to have Isabella as my  submissive. I know that is impossible, but the thought is so fucking sexy and hot. Why the hell did she have to be fucking human?

By the end of the week I was beyond irritable and downright mean to anyone I spoke to or dealt with. I knew I couldn’t invite a submissive into my playroom, or bed with all this unvented anger. This has been the longest I have gone without sex or any sort of self gratification and my temper is on a short fuse. I found myself thinking about her and the control I had over myself was waning. What was Isabella doing to me? I hated feeling weak and under control by some human who had blood I found irresistible! Damn it to hell…this woman would be the death of me.

I was glad for the distraction when I received a call from Peter who informed me that he had overheard some talking between a couple of Aro’s family members about some hired hand to do a job. He gave me an address to head over to and investigate them using my ‘brain powers’ as he called them. Peter has always teased me about my mind reading capabilities and constantly told me that he, Alice and I could become superheros to the world.

I was not up for being a superhero. I found this thought to be amusing at best, but it most likely would have bored the shit out of me.

 No…I liked being the bad guy. I just found that being the bad guy put a little more thrill into my every day existence.

I drove to the location and found it was an old warehouse and I was not surprised when I found it to be one of the drop off locations for my product, and the building was owned by Aro.

Now I knew that whoever tried to kill me was directly involved with the Volturi family.

I remained as close as I needed for my inherit gift to work, but not too close so as to be caught. I remained there for the better part of the night, listening to the conversations going on inside the warehouse full of Aro’s minions.

Then the topic of conversation became all about me and the club and how the job had been a failure.

I waited listening in for one name and finally someone thought of him and not only did I now have a name but I had a face to go with it.

This Riley guy had failed to secure the backdoor before he torched my building. They spoke about his failure to follow through and how that failure would end up costing him his life only because of the information he knew. It became obvious that I had to find him now before whoever it was that was trying to hide behind him got to him first.

No one had seen him and they believed he is in hiding because he knew the consequences if he failed at his assignment.

I delved into several minds and for some reason I kept seeing an unrecognizable face of a girl. A blond pale faced girl. It made no sense. What did she have to do with this Riley?

I ended up walking away from that address with more questions than answers even if I knew now who did this to me. What were their motives for this and who is this blond girl?

Obviously someone hired him to do this and now he is on the run hiding in fear as he should be. If I ever cross paths with him I will tear him apart and then I will happily burn him limb by limb slowly and save the fucker’s head for last to watch the rest of him burn before I end him all together.  

I stop and think about that thought for a moment. It is so sadistic that I surprise myself. I am not one for torture, so why did I feel like this guy needed to suffer?

Trying to kill me is one thing but to hurt one of my family members brings out a darker side of me. Just like the mafia, I would avenge someone I care about. Revenge is a dish best served cold…that phase crosses my mind in a millisecond, as an evil grin spreads across my face knowing I will have my revenge.

Then it hits me like a ton of bricks.  This is not about me, or the club, or the car that makes me desire to do this horrific act. It is a fragile human girl who I feel like I must protect. Where is this protective nature towards her coming from? I feel anxious and irritable. Why I don’t know.

Just like that I am thinking of Isabella again. I pinch the bridge of my nose and decide to push myself harder to NOT think about her.

Damn this is easier said, than done.

Why the hell is she doing this to me? It took me a few days to slowly wean her out of my every thought, and I had been doing reasonably well until now.

I was really quite proud I had made it through several nights, and I had not returned to her home to be that perverted, stalking creep that hung around outside. I had stayed away and was thinking of her less and less. Then this protective emotion towards her creeps in and I feel like I am back to square one again. What is it about her, and what are these new emotions I keep feeling? I’m so pissed and I cannot explain what is happening to me. I find this very disconcerting.

It was Friday night and I decided that I was going to go hang out at the club to keep her out of my mind before she had an opportunity to enter it yet again. I was pretty sure it would take me no time to round up a submissive that was willing to relieve some of my sexual tension. I knew I needed to fuck someone.

My mood was a pretty good indicator that I was seriously lacking. and My anger had calmed down somewhat over the course of the past few days. I just needed to end this dry spell…I need to vent, to feel like I was back in control…of  both myself and my emotions. Sex had always been good for relieving tension and giving me the control I so desired, so that is what I was going to do tonight. I had to do something for my sanity, and something to keep my mind off of her! Damn it if my mind did not elude to her again.

Fuck! 

I had to get it together. 

It took me no time at all before Vixen one and Vixen two were flirting and offering themselves up for a night of debauchery under my commands. I really didn’t want to take them back to my house and I was reminded of my playroom under the club that no longer existed.

Since I rarely took submissive’s back to my house I would have to take them over to the penthouse in downtown Chicago. I missed my playroom under the club, but as I sat here I decided it was still early and I wasn’t ready to go play just yet.

I opted to hang out with Ben for a while, but I kept the girls close to me in hopes they could keep my mind off the one I really wanted to take to my penthouse or better yet my house and play with for days on end.

Fuck! It seems like every five seconds a thought of her popped into my Goddamn head!

Knock it off Cullen!

I know I can make it through this night without ending up at her window. I just have to focus on these two women sitting here with me.

I needed to.

Ben stands here watching the dance floor and lately I have heard his thoughts more than usual. He is usually good at keeping a clear head around me, but lately something is up with him.

Ben is starting to feel a little lonely. He isn’t one to play around with just any female. I  feel sorry for him. He is good looking and I have seen girls flirt with him. I don’t know why he finds me to be more interesting to hang out with tonight, versus a hot little vamp in a short skirt on the dance floor, but he chooses my company instead.

I run my finger along my jaw while vixen one is straddled over my shoulders massaging those long nails through my scalp causing me to relax even further.

I observe Ben quietly as he watches the females dancing. When Vixen two comes up and has her round delectable ass right next to my face while she whispers in Vixen one’s ear about trading places.

I continue to watch Ben and the wheels in my head are turning and I find that I can’t help but want to help him. Maybe I can recruit Alice into a little matchmaking by using her skills to hook him up with his mate he has yet to find.

I snort out a laugh as this thought crosses my mind and I realize I am now contemplating becoming of all things a fucking matchmaker? Damn this life really has become so very fucking boring.

I lay my head back and look up at vixen one and she looks down at me and smiles. For one split moment the thought of leaning down to kiss me passes through her head and I narrow my eyes at her.

I command her and look back over at Ben, “A little lower pet.” I groaned as vixen one’s nails raked through my hair scratching my scalp.

“Do you have any idea how full of yourself you look sitting there like that?”

“Why Ben I do believe your jealous. It isn’t an emotion that becomes you.” I smirk at him to piss him off.

“Uh…me? Jealous? Please…I don’t need a harem of women fawning all over me all night to make me feel like a man.” He says standing in front of me with his hands in his pocket trying to act cool.

I couldn’t let this one slide.

“I know Ben its okay if you envy me and I am okay with the fact that we both know for you, it would be Demetri’s legs straddled over your shoulders running his fingers through your hair and Felix standing next to you in a tight little leotard while you rub his ass.” I laughed hard knowing I was fucking getting to him.

“You are such an ass Cullen.” He barked. Vixen one leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“Shall I service your friend Master?”

I smirked. “Nah…he likes the more masculine type baby…just keep pleasing me.” I laugh as Ben hisses at me.

“Fuck off Edward!” He growls.

My entire body stiffened and my nostrils flared. My Vampire instincts kicked in when the air shifted as a wave of scented air blew by me of a familiar sweet delicious scent that paralyzed me where I sat. My eyes scanned the club and sure as shit there she stood out like a fucking beacon on the crowded dance floor.

Instantly I felt my cock practically leap to attention when my eyes scanned over the shortest and tightest little white dress on a petite brown eyed angel that stood out above everybody else in the club.

“What the fuck?” Passed my lips before a guttural growl emanated from deep within my chest.

I was doing so motherfucking good too!

FUCK!

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