Chapter 27 That night Part one

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I sincerely apologize for the miss posting of a really messed up version of the last chapter! UGH! My organizational skills suck and I have so many versions of each chapter that are starting to confuse me and chapter 27 was miss posted. I don’t even know how any of you understood what the hell happened there was so much missing and I am so sorry. God I am so lame!
Please take a moment to reread Chapter 27 the way it should have been to begin with.
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Chapter 27

That night

Part one

Edward's POV With flashbacks of his dark past

I continue to sit here and watch her sleep. She is worn out and I can’t help but curse the fact that my body is too fucking cold for her right now to be near her. She is shivering and all I want to do is lay down next to her, just to be near her warmth, her scent, but mostly to nuzzle into her sweetly scented hair and get lost back in my own thoughts of what had occurred after we returned back from the wonderful day we had together out shopping. I am literally struggling with keeping my ass where it needs to be and I want to say fuck it all together.

I want to climb into bed behind her, pull her back to my chest to embrace the heat of her petite form up against my cold skin. I just need to be closer to her and this is driving me fucking insane. I have never wanted to be around someone before. I don’t understand how she does this to me. Why is it that I feel like I can’t get enough of her. Everything she does stirs me to want to be a part of. I want to do everything with her. Show her everything. See the world together. Introduce her to the seven wonders…you name it and I imagine taking her there. To watch her discover the variety of things this world has to offer.

I have already done these things but doing them with her feels different. Like I would be doing it for the first time also but with her by my side. I actually have something to look forward to and that is such a strange feeling to feel.

I haven’t looked forward to anything in decades.

I listen to her heartbeat and I hear that melodic pulse push her blood through the miles of rivers that trail off in different directions under her skin as it travels all the way back to that beautiful thrumming heart. She stirs and my throat burns. All I can feel is this deep need and desire to slide my cock deeply inside of her and cum again while she sleeps. I fucking love coming in her while her body is at rest. It is so sensual because even in the unconscious state of mind her body still becomes aroused and welcomes me into her. She is so attune to me, because she is the one that fate has sent me. To belong to me and that feeling is unbelievable.

I cannot seem to stand it another minute, so I walk over to my bed, I look down on her knowing I just need to touch her. She is lying on her stomach her head is facing me, but her hair is blocking the view of it and that just will not do. I cannot see her. I kneel down and let my fingertips brush her hair back so I can at least see the side of her face.

Her beauty still astounds me when it comes back into my view and I cannot help but smile at her even though she has no idea I am doing so.

A memory comes at me from out of nowhere and I feel as though I have stepped back in time. I remember one of those nights. I close my eyes and I sigh.

There are times in my very long existence, where certain events that were some of the most horrific or unpleasant experiences that had occurred in my life.
 I had come to put a name to all of those events placing them in one category because all of these events had one thing in common. They all occurred or fell upon me during the darkness of night.
I now refer to those horrible memories as those nights or that night.
It is so much easier to remember the night of my transformation as ‘that night', because it is easier to say than, the night I died. People are not supposed to even utter that sentence because once you are gone you don’t remember how you died. Being what I now was, I did and still do remember that night.
I was born human and by the time, I was seventeen my life was over, as I knew it.
I was on the very edge of my last breath with an illness that was killing every human life it touched, leaving death and destruction in its wake. I was it’s next victim.
Plain and simply put, I was a young boy who lay dying in a disease-riddled hospital who was now staring right into the face of death and I was all alone, scared and tired. I was so fucking sick with fever, weak, tired and although I did not know it yet, I had just lost everything I had ever known and loved in the blink of an eye.
I don't know whether to be thankful that I wasn't even coherent enough to know it yet or angry that I wasn't even given any chance to say one last good bye to my mother before she was carted off to be buried in a mass grave. I am still angry with Carlisle for not giving me that chance.
Deep down, I think maybe I am thankful that maybe he did spare my reactions to such a horrific event but still I feel cheated. I mean…I was spared learning that my mother the woman who had given me life, loved me unconditionally, raised me with pride turning me into a gentlemen she could be proud of had just lost the fight for her life and died right there next to me.
My faint memories of my mother are very fuzzy but I knew she was a selfless woman who adored me, just as much as I did her and as she lay dying her only thoughts and her last words were spoken only for me.
The pained thought of having to hear some stranger tell me that my mother had just died would have crushed me as a human boy so to be angry at Carlisle seems unjustified, but I still can’t say that it is okay and I understand. I don’t and I don’t think I ever will. I am not saying that even as a vampire I was not affected hearing them, I could not shed a tear for her when I should have been able to. I felt cheated out of the proper way to mourn the loss of one's mother.
My life had become chaos in such a short span of time that I did not know what was up and what was down in those first few days after I woke up a vampire.
I mean fucking hell…I never even knew vampires existed before 'That night'.
I was too weak to fight, too weak to care, and too weak to answer even if I was asked the question ‘do you want to live forever’?
I had never been given the choice to become what I am.
No, sadly that choice was already made for me.
Carlisle my maker created his first monster back in 1918 and this is what I have been every single day since. It is now the new millennium and over the span of my life—if that is what you would choose to call it—has become tedious for lack of a better word.
You really can become mind numbingly bored with everyday mundane things that people do from day to day. What makes it seem so much worse is knowing that I am just breaking the dawn of this 'life' after a mere hundred years has past and there is a long fucking way to go before I will eclipse the halfway mark let alone the thought of if there even is an end to 'life' for our kind.
What do I have to look forward to? The foreboding of what is to come during this very long existence is daunting and one could drive themselves insane if they thought about it too much.
Now I kneel next to the one thing that I have to look forward to. The one reason I would do anything to exist. A reason to go on and look forward to it.
I refer to one of those many nights for the not so pleasant experiences I have had and not one of them I care to even remember, but it is there in my memories crystal fucking clear.
Everything I had grown accustomed to believe was that with darkness came a certain air of sadness and I was always more on edge because of my past when the sun went down.
But that has all changed. Now when I think about that night…I see her.
The night she was sitting at my table in Lovely, Dark and Deep. The night she walked out on the dancefloor in that beautiful white dress. The night she attempted to save me from any harm.
I am now confused because how can I call ‘that night’ the nights when something horrible happened?
In order to paint a clearer picture I am a fucking vampire. My experience though this life has molded me to become what I am. I am just Edward Anthony Masen Cullen and I was so sure that by now I would have been long gone. Who really knew how long a vampire lived. Some are said to be as old as three thousand years. I wish I could stand here and say that I never intended to be this and I just expected to go to do my duty and serve my country. To go to war, make a difference maybe later on meet a girl; fall in love and get married to have children of my own. Hell even that bullshit saying to live happily ever after, didn't sound so fucking horrible to me now.
If only it were that simple back then.
My mother accused me of being a thrill seeker. God if she could only see me now. I hate how often she was right. I sought out chaos even as a human. What I have come to realize is there are something's we are born with say a desire or a need and it is almost like its part of our DNA that makes us who we are. I wonder if I have gene in me that makes chaos a part of my DNA.
Just like the thirst for human blood when you are a fucking vampire. It will never go away.
We will never be free of them because simply put, it is who we are. My life has always involved chaos and it didn't look like any part of that was going to change even as a vampire.
Some of those horrible nights in my past that I am referring to are for example the night I was transformed, the night I first transformed another, the night I conspired and murdered a innocent human for my own selfish reasons but mostly so that Peter could have his fucking happily ever after considering I took that away from his human soul.
Then there is what is not one of my shining moments that now seem to be plaguing my mind. It has to be one of the worst nights of all now that I sit here next to her. The night that I began selling my venom for profit simply for the thrill of something new and exciting to do out of boredom is appauling. Back then I no longer cared about anyone that it affected or who it harmed in the process but now…that has all changed and it is because of her. It sickens me to think that I even fucking did it after we arrived in New York. I have no idea how to even begin to tell Isabella what I have delved into. I fear she would be so disgusted with me that she would turn around and walk away.
No. She can’t. I won’t allow it. She is mine. I grit my teeth and my memories resurface with regrets.
Let's start with the night that I was literally ripped me out of my human world and brought into this one as an entity that is entirely other to anything else on this planet. Everything I knew no longer mattered because the events of that night changed me in more ways than I ever could have imagined. There was only one question to this day that has still yet to be answered.
My need to understand the reasons why God had taken the only two people that I knew and loved with all of my heart, as he stole their souls like a thief in the night, and why the fuck he felt that it was justified to leave me with the demon instead. A creature who in turn stole not only my last dying breath, but also he then snatched my very soul while I was too weak to fight him off. What the fuck did I do that was so horrific as a human to deserve this?
When I awoke and listened to these demons thoughts as he continually apologizes to me, repeating his excuses repeatedly, all I could conclude was that it all happened because he was fucking lonely and there was no fucking God.
That night confused the fucking shit out of me. Carlisle was selfish enough to take me from my dead mother's side and he ran with me under the cover of darkness. When I awoke, I quickly learned that even though I could only see him as the demon he was, I sat here with this stranger by my side and knew that this inhuman human was all I had left. He had compassion in him that was deeply rooted and his thoughts were honest and heartfelt. He cared and had no one in the world to share anything he had experienced.
I felt badly for him as I listened to his memory of my mother's pleas to save me and to do what he could to save me chipped away at his own heartache for a companion of his own.
Carlisle Cullen is almost like the devil on your left shoulder and the angel on your right doing a fine balancing act in between. He had his regrets for making the decision to change me and I could hear those daily with my gift, but he was always so optimistic that I would become the son he longed for.
I know there have already been far too many times that I have let him down in that respect and those times also happened under the cover of darkness.
Over the years, I have learned a lot about what it is to be a vampire living among humans, but never really cared to pay attention to humans, let alone to even care about what they do. Once upon a time during what Esme likes to refer to as simply 'a phase' I went through, I did in fact feed on the low life scum of the earth.
I chose to stray away from dining on the blood of animals and dove head first into a hunt that ended in a two year long feeding frenzy. I had taken my first human life, and that exquisite flavor of human blood was better than I ever could have imagined.
That shit was fucking good and I will not lie and say I did not enjoy it.
I MOTHER FUCKING did!
I loved every part of this new life that was now my own when I strayed from Carlisle and Esme.
The hunt, the chase, the scent of fear in the air around me, then the kill that always ended leaving me with an insatiably strong desire to just find a female to fuck. Blood lust is the need to feed on human blood and once you have your fill of it you body does what it is meant to do. You begin to lust for something more, a vampire’s libido goes into overdrive stirring up things deep within us and our body reacts to that need. We find ourselves on the prowl for the first female willing to fuck.
Human blood always sated the fires that burned within my throat during those days. It was purely magical to experience an ounce of relief from the flames that licked at my tonsils constantly. That shit was heavenly. It was as if my body is seeking out some life giving energy, which I no longer carried in my DNA but I could get nourishment for it through consuming human blood.
The more I fed on humans in those days, the more my body craved human blood. I was out of control.
I craved blood fiercely and I fed on humans constantly for those short couple of years.
Then I had one of those nights and I knew right then that this was about to change everything. I crossed paths with a woman who I swore was my mother and it shook me to the core.
I too was once a human being. I had a mother and a father and I used to have a soul. A soul that cared about others, even those I did not know and yet here I was willing to go and fight for a faceless nation once upon a time. I felt compelled to help humans like myself to stop those that were anything but human in a war all the way around the world. As I waited to be of age and when I talked of my plans I had to suffer through my mother's heartache when I told her of my plans. She never gave up forcing me to speak of my desires to go to war. I could not help the way I had felt about it. It was just one of those things, something I felt I just needed to do. I wanted it. Therefore, I guess you could say even as a human I liked to be in the middle of chaos and it has obviously carried over with my transformation.
That night, I crossed that women’s path left me feeling so fucking guilty that I broke down after I had run into her. I had just finished removing another poor excuse of soul from this world to deliver him right in to the hands of Satan because after all, he was one of the worst feared serial killers humans had roaming among them. Sadly, no one would have ever been able to catch him, so I made the decision to seek him out and it was then that I found my self in an all too familiar town. I walked through the streets of downtown Chicago many things had changed completely but some things were still in place even decades after I was here the last time. My faint human memories were still buried in me an little things would jar them as I walked through this all too familiar town.
The sun had barely set and the watercolors in the sky reminded me of a huge light blue canvas. I imagined an artist had come along using one of those huge sweeping brushes as he painted the sky with a beauty of colors from oranges, to pinks and purples. The colors swirled through the white pillowed clouds like carefully planned strokes in the now darkening sky.
I was sated but found it odd that I lacked the lust that usually followed. Something felt off and I could not tell you where my mind was in the moment. I clearly wasn't focused on where I was going and I walked right into her nearly knocking her off her feet. I was a vampire and how she came to cross my path still made no sense. I should have sensed her there. I never did anything accidentally. It wasn’t in our nature. When I came out of my thoughts she was about to fall backwards and I reached out without a second thought to make sure she did not topple all the way over. My hands held her tighter than they probably should have. I should have moved away from her completely but I just couldn't do it.

Elizabeth Masen

Those eyes burned into mine and i would swear she reminded me so much of my mother when she was younger and I was just a boy. One faint memory of my most favorite time with her at the local fair. The encounter startled me. Her hair was the same color as mine, as I remembered my mothers pinned up on the top of her head with ringlet curls hanging along her cheeks and down her back. I recognized her from the many times Carlisle played that night she asked him to help me in his memory. The way he brushed a cool cloth to wipe away her hair from her brow, her hair grew darker the wetter it had become with each swipe as she rambled on and on about me while he listened and gave her reassuring smiles. .
Now here this woman stood in front of me looking up at me, her head tilted to the side as if she almost recognized me and then her thoughts filled my head.
Her eyes softened and she gave me a sad smile as she apologized for bumping into me. She looked at me with sadness clearly staring at me when I found myself lost in the green of those familiar eyes.
He is so young and far to beautiful to be lonely but he clearly is. How is that possible. Poor thing hasn't slept much either with those dark shadows under his eyes, flushed cheeks. I sense his deeply felt sadness. Something tragic has happened to him. I just cant imagine why something could happen to something so beautiful.
I had rarely felt guilt but as I stood there with it seeping out of me and I could still taste the human blood on my lips living in the moment and the memories of my mothers face and for once in I cannot remember when I had ever felt ashamed about something. I didn’t like the feeling.
My mother wanted something better for me. Always worrying and her constant worries were always about my emotional state of mind and the damage she thought it would do to me if I killed another human being if I actually did go off to fight a war. God if she only knew what I had become. What I am now.
I have only a few fuzzy memories of my human life, memories past when my mother would question me and inform me of the horrors of war. She constantly spoke of the thousands of bodies that I would be surrounded by as they lay dying. Some of those lives who lay dying there would be by my own hands. I too would be held accountable for them when I was judged by the Lord himself. She was adamant that this experience would haunt me forever. She claimed former soldiers came home with nightmares that would follow them for the rest of their lives. She claimed that the damage of what they saw was far worse than they imagined before they arrived.
Her biggest fear was that I would walk out that door, her sweet little innocent Edward who she loved fiercely, but I would come back a broken man when all was said and done…that is if I ever came home at all.
I remember her telling me that she hoped that after I had taken my first life that I could live with the blood that would be left on my own hands. She tried to explain that no matter how much I washed them, I would never be able to remove the stain it left on my soul and as I stood here still in the middle of that street with that woman I knew that from that moment on I never wanted to kill another human again to feed from.
That was the night I reverted back to Carlisle's way out of shame over what I had become. That still didn’t make me a better person though because I will not lie and say that I never killed another human again because I did. The reasons were far different from the ones I had before but humans died by my hands none the less.
This would be another of those nights.
The night I turned Peter. I won't make any excuses because not a damn one of them is worth listening to. I did what I did for my own selfish reasons, and I have accepted that my heart continues to grow blacker with each day that I am left to roam this earth.
Peter was a former high-ranking military soldier who has fought in past wars in the Middle East. He had just started up his private investigative business when he had finally left the military and I had just happened to need a background check on one of my potential submissives, over time we became somewhat friends. Then one night he had stated that he thought he knew what I was just out of the blue. He wasn't an idiot. I listened to his thoughts about how to ask me one evening as I sat across from his desk. I formulated the plan to let Peter in on my secret. I had my own reasons for going through with this idea. Like I said I am a selfish motherfucker and Peter worked with the Volturi also. He had no idea that any of them were in fact vampires but I chose to use that to get what I wanted. It didn't take me long to convince Peter that being a vampire was far better than being human when you are dealing with them. I revealed to him what I was, informed him of the true nature that nearly all of his contacts in the Volturi were vampires themselves. This information along with Emmett's help to sway his decision and Peter finally agreed to let me turn him so that he was at least on a level playing field with the organization. It helped quite a bit when I paraded the women I had at my disposal in front of him enticing him with things he could have if he just let me turn him. He is a fucking man after all and he too thought with his dick. The thoughts of fucking all night long intrigued him and I laughed at the thought that this was his biggest concern.
"My dick will still work when I am like you won't it?"
I busted a gut laughing when he asked this as dead serious as he could be. I cannot say I did not blame him though.
"Trust me Peter the benefits of being one of us is the knowledge that you and a female vamp can fuck for a week solid and still want to go one more round."
He grinned and that was all he needed to hear. It was fucked up I know but I am a selfish motherfucker, I make no excuses.
We formulated a plan, made an excuse and then one night, I disappeared with Peter for six months taking him to the ranch to turn him. It was before I had met Sam so he we were all alone there. While he underwent the change after I had fed off him, I taught him all about our kind. Treated him like he was my son. I guided him and shared all that I knew and as time wore on he managed to get past his thirst and we were able to mesh back into our lives back in Chicago. Peter was now a newborn vampire that I created and with that came a loyalty that I knew we would share a bond between us that could not be broken. This bond only happened between the one that created and the one that was turned.
Like I said, I had my reasons, but Peter considered me one of his closest friends. He trusted me. He knew he could depend on me just as I knew now he had this same sick devotion to me, that I had for Carlisle. It mirrored Carlisle's and mine. One of the things you are born into this life with is a devotion to your creator. I cannot explain it, I just know its there.
Then there was the night Charlotte crossed Peter's path. It was clear she had been drinking and was crying over some heartbreak, we learned she had fought with her fiancé and the fucker left her at the bar two blocks away to walk home alone. Peter and I were coming out of the office when he bumped into her. Somehow the fucker had some way managed to convince her to let him escort her home. I went on my way and for the life of me could not figure out how he had managed to fuck her as drunk as she was. When I saw him the next day he began to fill me in about what had happened between them. How they fucked all night long. I knew he was a lost cause. He tried to convince me how fantastic it was to fuck a warm human female. He claimed her scents drove him absolutely insane and he wanted to dine on her religiously. I begged him to shut the fuck about it because I don't fuck humans. He then explained how he went into her bathroom to clean up, he saw his reflection in the mirror, and his baby blue eyes were staring back at him and it mesmerized him. He remembered how I had told him about the signs of finding your true mate and how a vampire’s eye color had changed back to their human eye color during a sexual encounter with their true mate. It was a phenomenon Vampires knew well. That was the beginning of one of the most intense weeks of my mother fucking life and the chaos that was coming right for me was an understatement.
Peter and Charlotte
The next day Charlotte sobered up and she told him she made a terrible mistake and that she loved her fiancé but every night Peter never gave up pursuing her. For five days, he tried diligently to get her to fall for him, but she would shut him down every time. Vampires rarely mated with humans and Peter was the only one that I had known of at the time that had found his true mate in a human. If she were a vampire, her desire for him would be automatically instilled in her. But she had this dedication to her fiancé that she just would not give up on
Peter obsession with her fiancé began to worry me. He was pacing like a crazed lunatic in his office pulling his own hair out trying to figure out how to convince her they were meant to be together. He stalked her daily and she grew angrier. Each time though her reply never faltered. "I am engaged Peter although I am flattered, I can't be with you. It was a mistake. A drunken mistake."
That was when Peter got it into his head that there was only one way to handle this situation. Brett the fiancé had to be removed from the equation before she would move on and be with Peter and so the nightmare began.
Peter had killed humans while off at war but he had never taken a human life as a vampire. Death was not something he could not handle; he is fully prepared for it. His military experience kicks in and I watch the look in his eye as it turns him into someone I do not recognize. A darker side of Peter came out and I saw his demon for the first time as he sat there right in front of me. He formulates a plot to murder Charlotte's fiancé, then plans to carefully cover it up. I was not even surprised when he asked me to help him.
That night, together Peter and I gave into our thirst and we ended the life of an innocent man so that he could pursue his mate without any interference. It had been years since I had tasted human blood and it brought back memories that I thought I had long ago forgotten.
However, everything that could go wrong that night did. We had just finished covering our tracks and set up the next part of the plan which was where they were going to be discovering the body, when Alice's ring tone alerts me to her call.
"Hey Ali what is up little one?"
She starts rambling at vampire speed about some vision she has of me and a girl named Charlotte that I was just about to bite her, but there was so much blood. I knew right then something was wrong.
"Where did you see her Alice?"
"Who is she?"
"Alice this is not the time or the place where did you see her?"
"She is walking down the street but I don't recognize it maybe close to the hospital…but I am not totally sure…Edward…someone is behind her."
I hung up the phone and yelled for Peter to get in the car.
No matter how fast I drove, I feared it was already too late.
Peter was yelling at me to tell him what the fuck was going on, I couldn't answer him, I just had to drive faster.
To lose Charlotte would kill him and I was not about to let that happen.
The plan originally was for Peter to just happen to be there when Charlotte was going to learn of her fiancé’s death.
However, Charlotte was across town walking home from work apparently and on the streets of Chicago and being, a beautiful girl, made her a prime target for the scum that roamed the streets and everything we had planned was no longer our priority.
"Where does she work?" I yelled at him.
"The hospital."
"She walks?" I asked flying through traffic.
"Yeah why how do you know that?"
"Why the fuck does she walk home through the streets of fucking Chicago at night alone Peter?" I yelled.
"I don't fucking know! I just met her what the fuck is going on? Where are we going?"
"Alice had a vision."
"A what?"
"Alice sees the future Peter and a vision of Charlotte came to her. Someone is fucking following her."
I could see him out of my peripheral vision as that sunk in and the expression on his face morphed from confusion mixed with fear.
"What street does she live on?"
"Huron fuck Edward hurry!" he yells as Alice's ring tone alerts me to her call.
"Edward he followed her up to her apartment. He lives in the building also you have to hurry!"
I snap my phone shut and literally drove up onto the sidewalk parking my car right there. Before I let Peter out, I turn to him.
"Listen. It is three o clock in the morning so we should not cross anyone's path but we have to get past the door attendant. You distract him and I will sneak in."
We both ran up to the door and I watched from outside expecting Peter to just distract him, before I knew it Peter just knocked the damn security guy out cold and bolted for the stairs. Now I was right behind him but I was already in the motherfucker's head upstairs before we even got up there.
He had her tied to a chair already as he yelled at her calling her things no man should call a woman. Every raunchy name in the fucking book he spewed at her. From a whore to a sick fucking cum slut and my rage boiled. I would not share this with Peter but I knew by now he had to of heard them with his vampire ears by now.
The bastard was kicking furniture I watched through his eyes as he muttered, ‘I am going to slap this bitch for fucking turning me down’. Then the back of his hand came around with a whoosh as it connected with her cheek. We were already on the Nineteenth floor now her door was slightly ajar as Peter flew through it but it was too fucking late as I watched him grip her hair from behind and yank her head back. I could hear his thoughts and he was chanting in his head…this is it bitch…now you die…
Peter and I were both in the hall running full speed towards her but the motherfucker was already in motion standing directly behind her, with the knife to her throat.
No matter how fast we were, his intention was to slit her throat anyway and he was already in the motion to do what he sought out to do before we could stop him.
This person was apparently her neighbor. In the past he had tried repeatedly to show a romantic interest in her and she refused him, shooting him down just as she had Peter. He had obviously been observing her with her fiancé on more than one occasion. He had some sick fascination with her as he stalked her often. Then the night she brought Peter home drunk his anger hit a completely new level because she had claimed to be engaged to the other guy and now here she was with Peter. I flew through the hall headed straight for him as he stepped back dropping her hair in his memory of Peter kissing on her when he left her apartment that next morning. He had already slit her throat spilling her blood right there and I had never felt so helpless in my entire life. Then the rage consumed every part of me. I lunged for him letting the beast out and gave him free reign to do whatever he felt was justified to the bastard.
I reached out shoving my hand through his chest, yanked his mother fucking heart out, and then ripped into his throat. The feeding frenzy my demon unleashed on him was brutal as I continued to tear at his body. The confined space of this small apartment was filled with nothing but the scent of fresh human blood all around me and I fed on him draining every last drop and I dropped his limp body to the floor. For once there was no joy in the sated burn that I was used to feeling but no longer did.
When I finally reeled in the beast and turned to look at her, I will never forget the look in those beautiful green eyes that were full of fear and wide as her tears streamed down the sides of her cheeks. One cheek was severely bruised already. The tears reminded me of crystals that tumbled down her cheeks as her head was now lolling back and blood poured from her wound. I realized how much Charlotte reminds me of my mother in that moment, her reddish brown hair and her jade green eyes sent a jolt of pain through my heart as I wiped the blood from my mouth and retracted my fangs.
Peter stood over her frozen unable to move as the blood she was losing rapidly drained from her throat with each beat of her heart.
"Charlotte baby…" It was such a faint cry but I still heard him.
"Go down and start the car." I demanded and I grabbed a towel and pushed it against the wound. I shredded the rope and lifted her out of the chair following right behind Peter making sure to close her door. I was happy to conceal the scene inside until it could be dealt with at a later time.
We moved so fast no one witnessed us as we flew down the stairs and out of the apartment building. I climbed into the passenger seat with her on my lap pushing as hard as I thought I should to contain the bleeding. I yelled for him to head for the ranch all the while putting pressure on her throat, but trying hard not to crush it. As soon as we were out of the city limits, I could feel her life slipping away and I had to do the only thing I knew that I could. Even if it had to happen right here in the front seat of my fucking car. I ripped the front of her bloody scrubs open, exposed her chest timing her heart rate, Peter stopped the car pulling off to the side of the highway. Thankfully there was no traffic at this hour..
"Please Edward don't." His voice was broken and he looked as if he was about to cry.
"Do you want her to die?"
"She is so fucking warm I don't want to lose that." His eyes dart from me to her and his hand reaches out to take a hold of hers.
I look down into her jade colored eyes and tell her, "I am so sorry." The light in them was fading fast and I had no choice. I turned to look back at Peter and told him, "Bite her Peter. Make her yours before your too late and you lose her forever." I let my eyes burn into his willing him to take her. She was his anyway and he may as well taste her before he steals her soul. I wouldn't let him get out of control.
I lifted her towards him, he hesitated, and when our eyes met again, I tried to convey to him that if he did not do it now, he would lose her forever. He understood as he leaned down and sunk his teeth into her breast and I listened to the sound of her blood fill his mouth, her scream should have filled the car. All I heard was the bubbling of blood as her attempt to scream was of no use. Her voice was cut out of her.
In some sick weird way my dick got hard and I watched him lap at her wound sealing it.
The scent of his venom mixing with her sweet fresh blood was overwhelming. I fought the beast back. This was Peter's mate and I would not allow him out again.
"Drink then you need to push as much of your venom into her as you can. Bite her again on the wrists because her heart rate is slowing and it needs to get through her veins before it stops all together."
I held her for him while he fed and I watched the one I created, turn the one that was meant to belong to him on the front seat of my beloved Aston Martin I called 'Baby'.
I would never drive Baby again after that night.
The scent of Charlotte's blood still lingers in Baby. No matter what was used to clean that car both Peter and I can smell it. I often wondered if it was the clear memory of what happened to her that night that forced Peter to change her that didn’t help but bring that scent back into the small space inside of my car. I can still see her slit throat and those crystal producing jade green eyes staring back at me of a girl that reminded me of my beloved mother.

Isabella stirred again under my fingertip as I traced her cheek.
I make the decision right here and now that I need to stop selling my venom. She doesn't need to know what I have done in my past. But to stop doing it would be the right thing to do so what I gave Zafrina will be it.
I need to call Peter tommorow and warn him. I know the Volturi family will be rather put out with this decision but it is my fucking venom and I don't care what they think. What I do care about is Isabella. Everyone else can go fuck themselves as far as I am concerned and being the selfish fucker that I am I find myself climbing into bed with her, pulling her to me to enjoy the warmth of her skin again.

Peter was right. This is fucking heaven.

© Robshandmonkey~

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Again I apologize...go ahead yell at me....I deserve it...I am off to go organize the shit out of my Shhhhh.....folder!
hangs her head....