Chapter 21 A day in the life of a Cullen

 I really do enjoy the reviews and I love constructive criticism…it only improves my writing...

 but I have to ask something of everyone.

Before you rip into me about anything that pertains to this story…be it the morals of drug use, the rules in the BDSM community, religious viewpoints, or even trying to call me out on something from a previous chapter, can I ask—with a heart felt please—that you wait to tear me apart at the end if I have offended you, a lifestyle choice, or to give me your personal point of view.

People are jumping my shit when we have barely started, and the most important part of this story that EVERYONE seems to KEEP forgetting is that

EDWARD IS NOT I REPEAT NOT A TOTAL PRINCE CHARMING IN THIS FIC!!

HE IS A BADASS BADBOY, A HEATHEN, A HELLION AND AN IMP!

A VAMPIRE BADBOY WHO DOESN’T PLAY BY THE FUCKING RULES THAT EVERYONE ELSE DOES!

What part of that is not clear?

You only have part of this story, and it is long and deep.

Therefore, before you email me to school me, in the facts of life or to tell me that girls don’t have orgasm’s the first time they have sex (which is bullshit), the morals of words allowed to be spewed in a bed, the definition of BDSM, or to just rip into me for the mere fact that I should be cast into the pits of hell for having Carlisle cheat on Esme…

All I ask is that you read the entire story first before I have no ass left to chew out at the end.

This is fiction. It is not real. The characters are not real. The scenes are not taking place in a location somewhere on earth. I am not obligated to teach the rights and wrongs of anything to the younger generation. I didn’t breed therefore, I don’t have to be a mother to someone else’s kid.

 This is all in my head and my heart and I am pouring it out to all of you and sharing of my own free will. Everything I write about I truly do research first and if you don’t believe that I don’t then I dare you to look up what I have included in the next chapter about fucking eyelashes!

Yes! I researched eyelashes so sue me!

I am not a random person spewing bullshit who does not care about the subject I am choosing to write about.

 I do care, and because I do these emails are starting to get to me.

You are entitled to an opinion, all I ask is that you all have a little more faith in my writing and if you are still disgusted in the end then you are more than welcome to tell me I suck.

Just remember  

I am only human.

I am not perfect.

I am just a girl who idolizes a twenty-five year old sexy as all fucking hell Brit who came to America and started out wandering the streets of Hollywood pretending to be a vampire and he wound up becoming so much more than that!

I am not going to appeal to everyone and I understand 

that no matter how much I would love to be able to do so, I cannot.

Sorry it is the submissive in me, and I really do aim to please.

Thank you for listening to my rant.

Shhhhh…..

Chapter 21

A day in the life of a Cullen

Emmett sits on the step in front of Rosalie Hale’s home in Lincoln Park. He does not care that he will have to explain how he got past her huge security gate, because he has more important things to worry about.

Like how to tell Rosalie, that he is falling for her hard and the fact that he forgot to mention that he is sort of a Vampire.

He stands up and paces with his hands in his pocket.

He has called Edward over the course of the night, but for obvious reasons he is not answering his cell phone.

Emmett is assuming that Edward is fucking like a wild monkey with that hot little human Bella. He would not expect anything less of his kinky fucking brother if she were a vampire. However, Bella is human and for Edward to be dissin his hOOr’s for a human tells him, there is certainly something wrong in the universe somewhere. Emmett has seen the playroom after the renovations were finished in Shawnee. He knows what kind of equipment Edward has in it; he also knows that everything in there is specifically designed for its durability that will equal the strength of a vampire in mind.

Vampires fuck hard and his little brother was no exception in that area. Edward was a ferocious vampire when it came to fucking and he only knew this because of the rumors that spread quickly around the club from some of his past conquests. Male vampire’s feed on female vampires during sexual conquests and for reasons that Emmett didn’t fully understand, Edward had never kissed or bitten another submissive while he fucked her. In the vampire world, this sort of made Edward an odd duck so to speak. However, no one ever had the balls or the guts to tease Edward about it. Even in the thoughts of those around him who were privy to the rumor were to hint at it, they all fucking knew better. Those many hOOr’s he had, certainly didn’t dare think about it, because if they had, they suddenly were no longer in Edward’s life or his club.

Emmett was slightly worried about the safety of the little human named Bella he had grown rather fond of and hoped to become better friends with. That was, until his idiot brother had embarrassed the fuck out of her on the dance floor not long ago, leaving him to take the fall. He was certain that Bella hated him now.

He had to hand it to Bella Swan, because every day since the day he met her he knew she was a force to be reckoned with, and he discovered his little baby of a brother may of met his match.

His worry was still a legitimate one, because his own experiences of being a vampire that did have sex with a human, he knew the care that it took into accomplishing this task. Emmett did not have a hell of a lot of faith in his brother’s ability to be patient and gentle when it came to sex and all he could do was hope for the best.

Emmett would never judge Edward if this ended badly. He just hoped for his brother’s sake that he could pull this off and he was sure that if he did, he doubted he would be seeing Edward come up for air for the better part of the rest of this decade.

Emmett found that keeping his eyes on Rosalie, is not as easy as Edward made it sound when he was watching Isabella’s every move. Unlike Isabella, Rosalie was constantly on the go, meeting with clients, colleagues, acquaintances and other activities that Emmett all riled up. It was the lunches with a group of men that pissed Emmett off to no end. He could hear the conversations being discussed and although it was business, he could not help but catch the few innuendo’s that were floating around a table of testosterone fueled men. To Rosalie she was just going on with her daily life like she does everyday at one of the top prestigious law firms in Chicago.

Emmett tried to follow her to work but his behemoth size was a dead fucking give away even in the busy streets of downtown Chicago. He knows that a man of his size sticks out like a sore thumb, and that being stealth just wasn’t one of his better abilities. He scowled when she caught him and he had to pretend like he was meeting his mother for lunch one day on the street when her eyes caught him in the crowd.  

Today though was the day. He thought of just going into the large office building and just waltzing into her office at Siobhan, Volturi & Hale to invite her out of town for the weekend, but he chickened out at the last minute.

Over the course of the last few days, he had seen her every night, and each night he found himself more and more drawn to her. He realized last nights events at The After Life were putting her in a perilous situation and that he had to do something to make sure that she was aware of her surroundings. He had to tell her what he was and Emmett being Emmett, his brilliant idea was to convince Rosalie Hale to go away with him for the weekend, even though they had not so much as kissed yet. The little fantasy in his head to steal her away and reveal what he was, brought his own hopes up so much so, that he believed they would end up spending the weekend like Edward and Bella.

He surely thought that Rosalie Hale had a fire in her that would make her a beautiful Vampire. He knew there was no way he could contain his own desires to drink from her to turn her and still be able stop to change her himself, so he would have to ask either Carlisle or Edward to change her for him.

He curses himself now for the mere fact that he has been using Angela to drink from, making him even weaker to be able to resist killing Rosalie.

He has not seen Angela since he had met Rosalie that first night. Rosalie made him thirsty that night so he sought out his swan to feed the strange sudden desire for human blood but that was the last time he had even desired to see Angela and he certainly didn’t fuck her that night because his thoughts were on a beautiful drunk blonde passed out in Lincoln Park. 

Edward surely would do it if Carlisle wouldn’t he thought to himself. Edward has turned several so what would it hurt to ask him to turn Rosalie?

He thinks back to the night that Edward had asked him to help lure Peter into the life.

Between the two of them, they convinced Peter that the life of a vampire was so much better, and that if he wanted to become one, Edward would make it happen. He also remembered how badly he felt about it after, where as his brother had no remorse whatsoever.

Edward wanted Peter because Peter had quite a history for such a young man. His military training and his government agency contacts not to mention his relationship with the Volturi alone, made Edward choose Peter as his next victim for his own selfish reasons.

Emmett loved his brother fiercely, but he also knew that some of Edward’s choices in his life were questionable. He had heard the rumors that Edward may be the source for the venom laced Ecstasy drug outbreak, and when he had confronted him on it, he was not too surprised that his excuse was the same as all of his excuses. Edward was bored.

Edward has been bored for a while and he did not understand the feeling because Emmett always found something to entertain himself with over the many decades. This decade it looked like his shiny new toy was a hot little blonde named Rosalie and the gate of her drive is just now sliding open.

Emmett smiles with nothing but hope and love in his heart when he sees that beauty of a BMW pull into the driveway.  

S*h*h*h*h*h*…..

  

Sam returned home in the early morning hours after a small family reunion at the home of a member of his former tribe. He had a black eye, a busted lip, and a slightly bruised ego, as he cursed while unlocking his door to his small little house on the ranch. He just wanted to get inside and lick his wounds.

Sam grew up with the Clearwater family on the reservation back home, and he was surprised to learn that Sue the wife of Harry had moved away from the Olympic Peninsula shortly also after he had. She lost her husband to a heart attack and moved to St. Louis but she kept in touch with Sam. Sue Clearwater had recently called Sam to talk to him about a strange phone call she had received from a young lady who claimed to be the daughter of her late husband Harry. The girl’s name was Leah and apparently, Leah was claiming that if she were given a blood test she could in fact prove that she was the daughter of Harry Clearwater. With Edward and Peter’s help it had been determined that she was of Quileute blood, and to celebrate the occasion, Sue had been planning this family reunion for a few months now. It was that afternoon at her home in St. Louis and Sam decided to make that connection with his family once again because his loneliness was starting to eat at him. Pining away for his beloved Emily would never help him move past it, so he decided to take the leap and reconnect with his family.

Watching Edward with Bella reminded Sam of a time in his life when he was the happiest.

He remembered back when he first realized that Edward was in fact a Vampire. It was something he had heard of, in what he considered his hokey legends from the elders that spewed these ridiculous stories.

Now that he had seen it and knew of what he was, he wanted Edward to end his misery.

He wanted to die, as he felt he should have with Emily when she was killed so long ago. Edward would not do it. Not even after he had claimed to read his mind and see his suffering firsthand.

Sam cursed himself yet again, because how in the fuck was it possible to escape death twice. He started to question if he was a cat with nine lives. How is it when he happens to meet a vampire it is the one and only vampire that did not drink human blood.

Sam hated cats.

He was a dog person, and as he stood outside his door, he would swear he thought he heard an unusually loud purring coming from the forest. He wrestled with his keys to get inside before he became the next predator’s meal. He assumed the beast was lying in the trees in wait.

Little did he know that it was Edward connecting with his mate upstairs in the house.

Once Sam was inside his own home, he threw his keys on the table, cursed at the sore muscles in his arms and thought back to the fucking size of that motherfucker that pounced on him for simply talking to the little new Quileute squaw that had just been welcomed into the family.

He didn’t know who this guy was, or why he was so fucking insanely jealous, but he knew that the motherfucker didn’t like anyone eyeing up his girl as he stared at the swollen mess of his face in the mirror.

Jacob obviously felt like he was the alpha male and Sam had treaded into dangerous territory when he replied to her question. He was surprised when she suddenly struck up a conversation with him, mentioning the fact that he looked very unhappy.

Sam uttered one word in his native language stating only that he was heartsick and knowing that Leah would have no idea what he meant, he was surprised when Jacob came from out of nowhere and sucker punched him right in the eye.

Leah had screamed and yelled at Jacob for overreacting, but Sam was beyond pissed as he lunged at Jacob’s legs tackling him and throwing him to the ground as they wrestled in the yard in front of Sue Clearwater’s home, in an all out brawl with one another. Both were getting their hits in before they were finally separated. When Sue insisted that Sam come in to clean up, he was still huffing when he walked by Jacob and Leah, he spit at Jacob’s feet as he muttered more words in his native tongue.

In the meantime, Jacob insisted Leah leave with him now because as much as Jacob wanted Leah to reconnect with her family, he also wanted her all to himself, as she had been with him in foster care. Now that they were out in the world, he felt like he was losing his control and his hold on her. He did not like it and as far as Jacob Black was concerned, Leah was his and no other dog out there would get anywhere near his pet.

S*h*h*h*h*h*…..

Edward lies next to Isabella with his cock lying merely inches from her hip, while it whimpers for the heat of her. He gazes down at her longingly, wondering when she would finally wake up. His eyes rake over her beauty and he stops to stare at her long dark eyelashes again only this time he decides to count how many it takes to make a pair of eyes that resemble that of a Disney character. 

He knows that a secondary purpose for humans to have eyelashes has to do with sexual attraction. This is one of his reasons why he insists that she maintain eye contact with him at all times. He knows that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and it is easier to see when she widens them or when they dilate and begin to do their thing that they are speaking to him. The "sparkling" of the eyes is caused by increased tear production, which leads to fluttering of the eyelashes and is a big indicator of heightened sexual awareness or interest. Last night when he was looking at her in the mirror, her eyes were screaming for him. Her eyes were speaking to him in ways that he knew their relationship was on the verge of something far greater than anything he could have ever imagined.

Then she muttered those words and Edward’s hopes nearly crumbled.

Isabella didn’t love him already?

He didn’t understand that. How could that be possible? She was his mate. Wasn’t it already instilled in her like it was in him?

Maybe it was because she was human and this scared him. He spent the better part of the night thinking that she might just walk away.

However less than hour ago he resigned himself to the fact that now that he had been with Isabella sexually, there was no going back. She would be his in every way and he would see to it.

If he had to dazzle the living shit out of her, he would. He made plans to take her out tonight, but before he did, he was going to buy her the world because every girl liked to have the world at her feet right?

How could he go wrong with diamonds, rubies, designer labels, fancy silks, and Louiboutin’s?

Then his brow furrowed and he wondered how the fuck he knew who the hell this Louiboutin was let alone that the fucker made fucking shoes of all things. He shook his head and chuckled to himself. Good God, he thought as he did a silent little prayer that he wasn’t turning into a pussy whipped bitch like Jasper.

Edward was on eyelash number seventy-two when it fluttered and she stirred slowly turning towards him. He heard a faint hum in her throat followed with a deep sigh as she wiggled herself into the crook of his neck nuzzling into it as her hot breath blew over his throat.

His throat lit up like a sizzling hot chili on a frying pan laden with grease.

He didn’t understand how she could feel so completely comfortable in the arms of an icy cold shell of a man but he didn’t dwell on it for long because she spoke to him in a faint whispered tone.

“Don’t you sleep?”

Edward smiled and pulled her in closer even if it was only a few centimeters.

“Vampire’s don’t sleep Isabella.”

“Hmm…” she pressed her nose against his neck and inhaled.

Edward’s body shook as he laughed a little. “Did you just sniff me?”

“Uh huh.” She mewled. “You always smell so mouthwatering.”

Edward snorted out another unexpected laugh. “Look at the pot calling the kettle black.”  

“Does my blood smell good to you?” she nuzzles further.

“Good is an understatement Isabella. Your blood sings to me like no one else ever has. It burns like an inferno down the entire length of my throat, boils in my mouth and through my nostrils. You bring out the beast in me.”

She giggles and Edward cannot help but smile because she is so naïve and clueless how serious that statement really is.

“I had a dream last night.” She murmured.

“You have several.” He replied and she stiffened.

“What do you mean? How do you know?”

“You sleep talk. It is quite adorable and very confusing.” He chuckles.

“I wasn’t aware I still did that.” Her voice is quiet and he feels something amiss.

“What’s wrong love?”

“Nothing.”

“Isabella. I know that tone and your voice is off an octave or two, lower, solemn and maybe a little melancholy.”

She blew out a deep breath and felt bad for it was most likely morning breath.

“Is there anything I can hide from you?”

“No.” he replied matter of factly. She needs to learn that this is what he is. She needs to accept that his abilities are keener than any human and those abilities include the gift of reading a human’s signals rather well.

“My mother used to tell me that when I was little.” Her voice is even more solemn now.

“You miss her. You say it in your sleep.” He presses his lips to her forehead and groans as he hears his phone ring yet again, wondering who in the hell keeps calling. His phone is downstairs one level and he made it pretty clear that he didn’t want to hear from anyone.

Then it dawned on him. Something must be wrong if someone keeps calling him.

“Isabella I need to go see who is calling. Do you want to get up or sleep for a while longer?”

“sleep.” She mumbles as she is already drifting back into her slumber.

Edward slides out from under her and throws on his pants making his way to his office.

Just as he enters, his phone beeps again with a text and he pulls it out.

Five of the eight messages are from Emmett.

The other three are threats and one of those threats is from his father Carlisle.

If you do not call your mother, I am going to bring her to you! She is worried Edward. She is hurt you have not called and more importantly, she is driving me insane with this new found information about a certain little human that you seemed to have mated with.

Call your fucking mother!

He reads the other two threats and his anger spikes when he reads the first one.

 

Strike one.

There are dozens of ways to kill a human. There is only one way to kill a vampire.

Will the next one only end up in another strike out? Or will that be the one that hits the ball out of the park?

He growls and moves to the next one.

Riddle me this riddle me that…who is afraid of the big black bat? Obviously not a petite little brown eyed, brown haired human. However, I am betting she is afraid of fire.

Edward’s instincts kick in, his entire body shakes as he growls and roars so loud and thunderously, that the windows in the house shake and he nearly cracks the phone in his hand before he calms down.

He is dialing Peter angered beyond hell when he gets his voice mail.

“Peter call me the minute you get this. I am forwarding two text messages to you. Find out who sent these to me right fucking NOW!”

He hangs up, dials his father’s cell phone, and there is no surprise that he has to leave a voice mail. Carlisle is always at the hospital working, and Edward knows that is one of the contributing factors to his mother’s anxiousness about his own life. If Carlisle were home with his wife more and not off trying to repair every broken human that came in off the street, he was sure that his mother wouldn’t be nagging him to bring Isabella over so soon.

Hey Dad. It’s Edward; I am taking Isabella to New York tonight. If you can hold Esme off, I would really appreciate it. We are still getting to know each other and I am just not ready to share her yet. Please buy me some time. I know she is being mom and all but, you have to help me out. Thanks.

He hangs up and then dials Sam’s number.

“Hey Sam its Edward, I was wondering if you could use your kitchen and allow me to cook this morning for Isabella.”

Sam laughed.

“Sure man no problem, just don’t burn the house down.”

Edward’s eyes narrowed as he is reminded of his text message earlier from an unknown number. He knows Sam is just teasing, and he has no idea what he has just said but it still unnerved him a little.

“I think I can handle it.”

Now with the house to themselves for the morning, Edward quickly gets to work. Making calls setting up transportation and gaining tickets to a rather cool event he has been curious to see and would love to take Isabella with him to spend the next couple of days in New York.

He is elated when he hears the doorbell ring and he knows for a fact that it is more of the items he had purchased online. He hoped out of all things that arrived, her tether would be in the vast number of boxes.

He will spoil her with shopping of her own, let her dine on what humans consider good food; show her the New York skyline at night all from the window of his Penthouse in downtown Manhattan. He will dazzle her with everything he possibly can but sadly, there is one thing Edward does not realize.

You cannot buy love and even though he would give every dollar he had to buy Isabella’s…her love is something he has to earn.

Edward has never had to earn a thing in his life. 

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