And a Dream lives on

Ch2: One night stand

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I stared up at the woman dancing before me, the porcelain, flashing lights of the stripper club swimming across her flawless skin. Her hair seemed to bounce along her flowing movements, as if a dark curtain that hid the woman's facial expression. She vividly reminded me of an ancient concubine, just waiting for her master to come and recapture her. As her high heels hit the floor, no sound whatsoever emitted from them. I watched in awe as the creature in front of me trapped me in her hold, and I then knew I wanted her for all to myself.

I wanted to hold her as I told her how I thought of her at the moment. I longed to run my hand through those locks of hair, feeling her curls bubbling along my skin. I wanted her brown, chocolate eyes to look in my direction so I could say something- anything.

And she was none other than Isabella Marie Swan.

I always thought of her as the virgin, innocent, beauty next door who could never really take care of herself. However, I knew she had changed completely when I looked upon her now.

More like morphed.

"Excuse me," I muttered, gently pushing a man away from me. He looked like he was only a teenager, so I had to be extra careful when I moved him. If I pushed him too hard, he may actually get hurt.

Vampire, remember?

"What the hell, man?" He snapped, but my sensitive ears ignored him easily.

My eyes stayed trained on the girl before me.

I wasted no time at all as I climbed stealthily onto the platform, feeling thousands of eyes on my back. I easily swung my body over so I was in a crouched position, and she then turned to look at me.

She froze for a moment, as if comprehending what was happening. Her brown eyes looked down slowly, seeing me, a man, on the floor. My eyes met hers and I gazed intently at her, studying her features. She had a narrow face but the still cute little nose. Eyes straying down to her body, I knew she had more curves as well, if possible. Her eyes flashed with anger and realization, something completely new for me to see, and my body tensed up instantly. She must've thought I was drunk, which I must've looked. Alcohol doesn't so much to me anyway. I can't drink the stuff- it's completely and utterly vile to my nose.

Her arms hesitated in her movements and her legs stopped, almost tripping over one another. Like an instinct, I lunged forward and caught her in my waiting arms, pulling her swiftly to my chest in an instant. She made a little yelping sound, looking up at me in bewilderment. I didn't even look down at her as I made my way off the platform as men started to cuss at me for ruining their good night.

They'll have to wait.

Isabella is mine tonight.

I carried her in my arms bridal style and ran to one of the back rooms in my vampire speed, since nobody paid any attention here. Here, practically everyone was drunk or simply too busy to notice such things zooming by them.

Opening the door to a bare, white room, I took one simple moment to look around the room. My eyes scanned for anyone here, and to my satisfaction, it was just me and Isabella. Smiling to myself, I looked down at the beauty in my arms.

Her eyes were wide and she was simply gaping at me, her chest puffing from panting. She was probably terrified of a drunken man coming on stage and dragging her off, I wouldn't blame her. I was actually lucky she didn't kick or scream in the process, even though I wouldn't have let that stop me from getting what I wanted.

"Is this….Edward?" She asked, just barely above a whisper.

I ignored her question and laid her down on the bed, followed by me sitting besides her. I gave her one of my famous boyish grins, making sure she saw my teeth. "Sorry, but I had to steal you for a moment."

"Steal me?" She was still shocked from what just happened, staring at my face. "Huh?"

"Do you know how delicious you look out there?" I murmured, eyes trailing to her cleavage. I inhaled sharply and leaned down, kissing her lightly on the cheek. I let my hand come to touch her hair, feeling it soft to the touch.

"What are you doing?" She asked, trying to sound indignant but failed. I sensed the lust and need in it like it was as clear as day.

"Can I have a taste of you?" I asked, lifting my head to show her my golden eyes.

Hers widened as she stared into mine, not knowing what to say probably. "What do you mean?"

I was about to tell my secret but I stopped instantly. My mind then went back to work and I shook my head.

"Never mind," I muttered, "but can you show me what you're made of? I saw you out there, amazing work, but I wanted to see it up and personal."

"Who the fuck are you?" She snapped, sitting up on her elbows.

I sighed. "I am Edward Cullen."

She opened her mouth to say something, but her gorgeous lips made me lose my mind. Without even a second thought, I seriously dove forward and covered her lips with mine, kissing her almost furiously. I laid my arms on either side of her face so I was now supporting my body with my arms, being a vampire and all, I have good upper arm strength. My eyes stared down at hers as I tasted her lips, not daring to put my tongue in it just yet.

I had to take it slow a first.

"Let me serve you," I whispered, pulling away for a moment. "Let me show you what it is like to have someone else serve you."

She said nothing but let out a girly little yelp. However, that spiked my animal instincts instantly. With a small, controlled growl, I lowered my lips to her neck, sucking on her skin. I wanted her to remember this night for awhile so I pursed my lips and sucked hard on her frail skin, making sure to leave a 'love bite'. I sensed the pulsing blood under the skin, merely centimeters from where my lips were. That sent my eyes to turn red, which was a good thing Isabella closed her eyes right now.

I let out a manly grunt for good measure when I was done as she raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist, making my manhood spring like a tiger. My mind started to spin as I realized that she truly wanted to play with me tonight, so I knew what to do immediately.

"Want me to go hard or soft?" I choked out breathlessly, giving her the chance to choose.

I was shocked when she gave me a teasing smile, biting her lower lip. "What's the fun in it when it's soft?"

I smirked back, making sure her legs were tightly wrapped around mine. "Okay. You've been warned."

With that I let my animal instincts let control and I seriously ripped open her shirt, showing me a perfect view of her bra. I didn't even have the time to see the color or design, all I saw was red and her. I let my mouth lower to the strap where her chest was, and I hooked my mouth around it, jerking back like an animal just to break the bra in half.

"Sorry," I said softly, without even meaning it. My face then lowered to the area between her chest and I licked and sucked like a baby.

"Can you hurry?" She begged, grinding her hips into mine.

Okay. There she did it.

I lowered my head to her skirt and my strong teeth ripped it open, just as I lowered my sly hands down to mine and simply unzipped. She was moving her hips closer to my face as her panties were revealed, so I moved back to let her shake off the torn remains.

I admired her beauty one last time, enjoying how her face stared into mine longingly.

Smirking like a cat, I quietly and quickly pulled down my pants and boxers, revealing my manhood. It stood out as if pointing to the woman in front of me as if a personal radar. My eyes raised up to just to see her expression, and it was priceless.

Isabella was biting her lower lip in an almost nervous manner again, eyes studying my lower male part. Her eyes were wide in shock and her hands were gripping onto the blanker around her, her legs pulled tightly together.

That's going to have to change.

"What?" I asked, almost cocky sounding. "Never seen one before?"

"I've never seen one that big," She admitted softly.

"You'll get used to it," I assured her gently, walking over to crawl over to her. She stared up at me as I went over her body, and I almost laid on my back to tell her to ride me. However, I remembered that I told her that I was serving her, not the other way around. I wanted her to feel good right now, so I hovered over her.

"Ready?" I asked, not waiting for an answer. I swiftly had her legs around me in a second and plunged in the next, making her cry out in pain.

I stayed there for a moment, letting out a struggled moan. I wanted just to drive in and out right now since she felt so tight, but I held it in since she was still getting used to me. Good thing she was already wet right now, or she could seriously get hurt.

"Fuck," I muttered, and I would've felt bad about the bad word but the situation sure didn't help much. I gritted my rough teeth and waited to feel her loosen up a little.

When I felt her inner walls relax, I shifted out slowly, which caused Isabella to groan at, I pulled out for a moment. Then, I pulled back in deeper and harder. She let out a sharp intake of breathe, leaning against my shoulder for support. I felt her wrap her arms around me and her sharp, manicured nails piercing into my tough skin. It didn't go in enough to cause blood to come, but it did bother me enough to annoy me a little. It was like getting bit by an ant or something.

Soon enough, I was pounding in and out of her like a rag doll, and she seemed to like it. My mind lost all control as I blindly fucked the girl raw, making sure she said my name over and over.

It's a guy thing.

And the next thing I know, I release inside of her and she wails to do the same, and then I find her limp in my arms, her head rolling back to fall against the soft pillow behind. I wasn't even tired yet as I stared at her silently, I even wanted more. However, the looked drained out but still satisfied.

So I did the only thing I could do.

Watch her.

Bella POV.

"Oh my God, where the hell am I?" I look up to see the drunken loon from last night. I don't know what happened. I can't remember, not even the slightest thing.

"Your safe with me Love," says the loon.

Oh crap.

It couldn't be.

It could not be.

It sure enough was…

The loon is Edward Cullen. My crush and tormenter of high school. And here I was in bed with him, naked, sweaty, and on the angry side. It's starting to come back to me now.

"You the fucking guy that bothered me in high school so much until I dropped out! I quit school because of fucking you! You are the fucking reason! You finished school and got rich and here I am, high school drop out and working in a place where I have a one night stand and get fucked by a different guy every night!" He stood there staring at my heaving, bare chest.

"God your perverted!" I say as I grab the blankets close to me.

"No its just…"

"Just what? No one likes you because you rape people?"

"Isabella, I never did that. I just teased you, i was only joking around. You just, just amaze me."

"I can't take your bull Edward, you meant those things and you finally got it too. So now can't you just leave me alone and go on with your fricken happy life in Wonderful World?"

"No Isabella. You don't under-"

"Yes I do, now I'm going and if you dare follow me you will get some cops on your ass. If I was you I'd run far away from here you jerk-wad." I quickly exit the room with only the sheet around my body.

What the hell is his business coming after me anyway?

Seriously, he was perverted and always will be. Ugh! That makes me even more angry! He always said he would fuck me, and now there it's over. Been there, done that, ain't doin' that again, as Charlie would say.

People don't seem to notice me as I walk down the road in a sheet. It's pouring down rain and about 40 degrees. They don't even look up at me. Shows how many friends I have in this town.

I mutter under my breath, "Damn Cullen." Just as I hear a loud screech behind me. And there is a shiny, sleek, silver Volvo, anlong with the driver.

Edward.

Why does he constantly follow me? Seriously, I'm not his little sister he has to protect! Or is he stalking his prey? Either way its creepy in a romantic way.

*author's note- foreshadowing… google it*

"Isabella, please let me give you a ride home," he begs.

What the…? He lowered himself to begging for me now? Wow some guy. I've watched, dreamed, drooled over, and obsessed with him for two years now and now he notices me for my body. He used me last night since he was a fricken horny bastard and now he is trying to be compassionate? Talk about bipolar.

(Sigh) "Edward,"

…To Be Continued…

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