Eternity

Disclaimer: I don’t own Twilight. Summary: Through Isabella's gift, she'll find Edward. Together they find their way. It's Darkward and Darkella… cause I love them. Category: Romance, just bloody lovin'. POV: First it's ThirdPOV, then it's EPOV. (A story written a bit differently.) M-rated for language and lemon

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Isabella Swan comes from a long line of fine, kind, and strong people. The men in her family are Police Chiefs, Marines, Sergeants, Majors, Captains, and so on. Even her father is a Police Chief, even though the tradition is mainly in her mother's name. Yes, the Whitlocks. Renee Whitlock is her mother's maiden name, and Renee grew up all over the world because her father was a highly decorated Officer in the Navy. Just as Renee grew up

this way, so did Renee's father, grandfather, and great grandfather. It all reaches back to the Civil War era, really, and from research, Renee knew of Peter and Jasper Whitlock. Two brothers; Jasper was a Major in the war, and Peter was a Corporal. In letters, Renee found out that Peter married his beloved Charlotte upon his return home, but Jasper was never found. Presumed dead. Such a travesty for the family. He had potential and he was the youngest Major in the Confederate Army. Renee told her only daughter stories about the Whitlocks. Instead of Disney and other popular sources for children stories, Renee spoke of family. War stories about pride, strength, courage, and sacrifice. There was never a doubt. Renee was proud to hail from Peter and Charlotte Whitlock. She was proud to be a Whitlock, period. This was Isabella growing up. Even as a Swan she felt a strong connection to her mother's maiden name. But it wasn't Peter Whitlock that fascinated her. It was Jasper. Major Whitlock. Presumed dead. Isabella snorts to herself just thinking about that, because she knows how untrue it is. She knows he still walks the earth. However, not as human. See, Isabella was born with a gift. A gift she hasn't told anyone about because… well, they'd have her admitted. Only Isabella knows that she isn't crazy. She knows he's still alive. Or… whatever. Dead alive? Doesn't matter. She knows he's a fucking vampire. Yeah. So don't blame her for not telling people about her "gift". Her gift?

She can see the world through another pair of eyes. She can see the world through one Jasper Whitlock's eyes. Make no mistake, Isabella almost passed out when she woke up on the morning of her thirteenth birthday and saw three people staring at her. Three people she didn't know, three people that had no business in her bedroom. And that's the other thing. As she tried to look around her, to take in her surroundings, she couldn't. Not until somebody moved her head. At least it felt like it was somebody else, and once it moved, she was suddenly in a white painted living room. Everything was white and pristine. The three adults watching her weren't just watching. They were staring, frowning and gaping like fish. Isabella remembers it too vividly. A blond male in his early thirties, a caramel female with a heart shaped face, and a short woman with pixie-like features. It took time, but after a while, the Pixie asked one question. It had come out like a gasp. "Jasper, why are your eyes blue?" Someway, somehow, Isabella had lost the connection and it took her a year to figure it out. At first she had been terrified, of course, and she feared for her sanity. Was it a dream? Was she crazy? Had her mother told her too many stories about the Whitlocks that she had now created some fucked up alternate universe? Isabella asked herself all those questions. But above all, she tried to find that connection once more. She wanted to see that again. She wanted to see those beautiful creatures. She wanted to know about this Jasper. Sure, there are many Jaspers in the world, but Bella just knew… she just fucking knew with everything she was… that it was him. Jasper Whitlock.

Then, around her fourteenth birthday, she saw them again. In an absolute relaxed state, Isabella somehow managed to channel every fiber of her being, and once she opened her eyes, she saw. She saw the Pixie woman who Isabella assumed couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. She also saw a blonde woman who was incredibly beautiful. But fuck them because the one she saw next… he was the one who mattered. Goddamn, he was the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen. "Holy shit, they're blue again!" Pixie had exclaimed, and after that, they had all stared at her… or him… them. Whatever. But this time, Isabella fought to stay. She didn't even blink. Instead she took deep and calm breaths, knowing that this was happening. She knew she was in her old girl's room in Houston, but she didn't see it. Nor did she see the white, pristine living room she'd seen last time. No, this time they were outside. In a forest. "This is what you told us about last year?" the gorgeous boy had asked quietly, pointing at her-his… their face. The boy's voice had been quiet, velvety, smooth, but very guarded. Almost as if he spoke through clenched teeth. He was… sexy. Beautiful. A few years older than her fourteen. Maybe seventeen, eighteen… nineteen, perhaps. Isabella had watched him in fascination, and when the head turned, she had fought a growl in frustration. Her eyes now rested on the Pixie and as beautiful she was, the bronze haired boy was much more appealing. But Isabella had no control over the head. The head of Jasper, she concluded. Somehow, she saw the world through Jasper Whitlock and she was mesmerized. When Jasper spoke, he spoke with a warm voice. A southern drawl was there, and Isabella had smiled to herself as it confirmed her beliefs. It was him. An ancestor.

The questions that came from Jasper were logic ones. He was confused and concerned, but the tone of voice also alerted Isabella of another Whitlock-trait. Jasper was on high alert as he spoke, and he often scanned the trees as if he was expecting danger. After a while, Isabella purposely dropped the connection. That was three years ago. Now when Isabella's seventeen, she knows much more about her ancestor. The first thing being… well, there's no denying that Isabella almost had a heart attack when she saw through Jasper's eyes… as he fed. As he fed on a fucking bear. Over the past three years she's learned a lot about the vampire family. Their names, of course. Alice, the Pixie, who is also Jasper's mate and wife. Carlisle, the doctor and father of the family, also mated with Esme, the mother. Then there's Emmett who Isabella adores even through she's never met him. He's a giant, but he's so damn funny. Then there's Emmett's wife and mate, Rosalie. Rosalie is… different. Vain. She often fights with the boy Isabella's practically fallen in love with. They're always bickering. She sighs to herself. Edward. Edward Cullen. He's seventeen, like her. He's a mind reader. Isabella knows about it all. She's heard of the Volturi, the Denalis, the Amazons and the Egyptians. She knows they feed off of animals and that they interact with humans. She knows they seem to travel a lot. She

knows how old they are. She knows about Edward's taste in music, cars and… that he's single. Sue me for noticing. She's also seen a few things she's not keen to admit. For instance the consuming love between Jasper and Alice. Safe to say, she's quickly tuning out on those occasions. Very quickly. Does Isabella believe all this? Yes. It has taken time to take it all in, but yeah, she believes. And what's the plan? She wants to meet them, of course. She could probably hop on the next flight and go to wherever they are. It wouldn't be too hard to track them down. But then what? Does she just waltz in and say, "Hey, I'm the girl spying on you through Jasper's eyes." No. If there's one thing she's learned about the Cullens, it's how fiercely protective they are about each other. Hell, they wouldn't give her the time of day to explain it all. So, Isabella has a plan. She wants them to come to her, and by doing that, she will reach out to them about information she has. She will make sure not to come off as a threat, even though she suspects they will see her as one. But she will still try. And by the time they reach Isabella, they will know about her, too. No questions will be needed because the trails she will leave them will answer them all. She will of course be mindful of Alice's gift.

Isabella doesn't hide or shield herself as she drops a package off at the post office because she knows Alice has to know what to look for in her visions in order to find or see Isabella, but once they have received their package, however, Isabella will be careful. Oh, and just more detail. A tiny one. She wants to become a vampire herself. Is that too much to ask for? However, Isabella has dark desires. Desires she believes Edward shares but keeps quiet about. She has seen it in his eyes. She believes he's as dark as her, and she wants to bring it out of him. She wants him. EPOV "Edward!" I hear Alice call. –We have something to pick up at the post office. Can you go get it? I have to go hunt. I sigh to myself and trudge down the stairs in a human pace. "Sure," I mutter, grabbing my car keys. I leave right away. Forks, Washington. I'm sure it's hell on earth. I couldn't have been more bored even if I tried. The people here are meaningless rodents, and as I drive at top speed through the sad excuse of a town, I smile whenever some poor old lady clutches her chest as I drive by. My smile is sinister, I know it. Soon I arrive at the post office and I give them my name. -Oh, it's that boy Jess told me about. My, he sure is a gorgeous one.

I raise an eyebrow and scan her brain. Ah, Jessica Stanley's mother. Pathetic. So fucking sad. I want to drain them all. Don't worry, I won't. Apparently that's wrong. So, I feed on animals. Disgusting. "Here you go, Edward," Jessica's mother says, and fuck me if she doesn't bat her lashes. "Just sign here." I sign and take the package. I leave. Once I'm back in my Aston, I catch the scent. The scent coming from the package and before I know it, I've ripped it open. What the fuck is that scent? I growl. My cock stirs. I smell cherries and spices. Heavy but fresh. It's sinful and sexy. The content of the box is not, though, and I wonder why Alice or… someone would order a used phone. I check the outside of the box and it says Cullen and our address. No first name. Odd. I'm curious and I find a note at the bottom. No pin code needed. Please read the text message. ~I.S.W "What the fuck?" I mumble to myself. Then I press the on-button, and I wait.

One text message waiting. I shrug to myself and press enter. I see you through blue eyes. Don't worry. I want little ~I.S.W Blue eyes. Blue eyes. Oh, holy fuck! As I speed home, I think of Jasper. It has to be about him. For years now we have seen him with blue eyes instead of the innocent golden ones. Everything can be normal, just an ordinary day, and he blinks. Just like that, his eyes turn blue. The color of his human eyes. We don't know what it's about or why it's happening. Carlisle has studied for hours, days and nights. Jasper, too. But they haven't come up with anything. Volturi and gifted vampires come to mind, of course. But we don't know why. How or… no, we just don't know. But… I see you through blue eyes? What the hell does that mean? See you through blue… Shit. Does that mean…? Someone can see us? Through Jasper's eyes? It doesn't take many minutes before I'm back at the house and I leave the engine running and the car door open. I just run. Run inside. Carlisle and Esme are here. Carlisle with his do-gooder personality, and Esme with her motherly smile. Pathetic. But what do I have? There's no alternative and call me a pussy if you will, but I have no desire to roam the earth all alone. This is what I have. A family of vegetarians. It's a pity. I still remember the rich flow and taste of human blood. But that's all. A fucking memory. Because now I'm feasting on Bambi before I go to school with my brothers and sisters.

Children, all of them. "I picked up a package at the post office," I say, appearing in front of them in the living room. "I think it's about Jasper." Two hours later, we're all gathered in the living room. We don't know shit. It's almost laughable how pathetic all of this is. The only thing we've gathered is that it has to do with Jasper. Oh, and that I.S.W are probably initials. That's it. Every thought I hear is stuttered and incomplete. They have nothing. "Could it be someone you know, Jazzy?" Alice asks in a small voice. "Do you know anyone with a gift like this?" "No," he replies, staring at the phone on the coffee table. I bark out a laugh, unable to help myself. That earns me scowls. I flip them off, which in turn gives me a concerned smile from Esme. Like I need that. Please. -You're such a fucking asshole. Ah, Rosalie. You blond bitch. Whatever. "Bro, you need to get laid," Emmett chuckles. "Maybe that would loosen you up."

"Unlike you, I won't settle for anything less than perfection," I snap, glaring at him. -Leave Rosie out of this, bro. Emmett's thought is a warning. I sneer at him. "If you leave my love life alone." "You don't have one!" Rosalie cackles. Alice and Jasper are the only ones who know about my desires. They know I won't degrade myself with one nighters just because I haven't found my mate. They know I'm not here… willingly, so to speak. They know I don't share their belief. They know I'm here for company. They know I'm here until I find the person who shares my own beliefs. And they know that when the day comes, they'll never see me again. Beep. Beep. Our eyes are on the phone and Jasper is the first to reach it. Another text message. "Shit," Jazz hisses before tossing me the phone. I read the message. Carlisle Cullen, Edward Masen, Esme Platt, Rosalie Hale, Emmett McCarty, Jasper Whitlock, Alice Brandon ~I.S.W "Huh," I utter. Not only does this person know who we are, but he or she also knows our human names and the order we were brought into the family. That can only mean one thing. This person can't just see us. He or she can hear us, too. Holy shit, that means… Christ, all the things we've spoken about whenever Jasper had blue eyes. Well, the joke's on us,

obviously. We should've kept our mouths shut. I mean… over the past years, Jasper's had blue eyes hundreds of times. Beep. Beep. I don't hesitate. Carlisle, you're a doctor in the small town of Forks, Washington. How do you fight the temptation? Don't you want to sink your teeth in somebody's neck? ~I.S.W "Well, fuck," I huff. This person is smart. Carlisle's the idiot. "This one's for you, Carlisle," I say, throwing him the phone. -For the love of… Well, you must be giddy, Edward. I smirk at Alice. She's obviously seen herself read the text already, and she knows how valid I think that question is. Because… really, doesn't he? Doesn't he want to just go nuts and sink his teeth into a human neck? Rich blood. No fucking fur. "It's a good question." I shrug. I ignore the looks of confusion. Beep. Beep. Someone's on a roll. "And this is for you, son," Carlisle says, returning the phone to me with a look of concern. Edward, you want more. I hope you do, at least. I do, too. No more tofu ;) Are you game? ~I.S.W The fuck?

I frown in confusion… and then Alice sends me back in time. A memory. A flashback. And I remember. "So fucking sick of this," I sigh. Another bear is drained and my throat is still on fire. "You're doing fine, Edward," Alice says, smiling in understanding. "This is what we do. We don't want to be monsters, do we?" I stare at her. Is she for real? Human blood is part of our nature. "We're vegetarians, brother." She smiles. "Think of the humans. I'm sure they don't enjoy tofu, but they eat it because they want to save the animals. This is our version." "That's fucking stupid, Alice," I chuckle humorlessly. As I look over at Jasper, I do a double take at him… before sighing in boredom. "Your eyes are blue again, Jasper," I point out. I don't really care. I've seen them blue now so many times I can hardly keep count, but they still want me to let him know when it happens. Don't ask me why. It's not like something happens. I lock eyes with Alice. -He or she must know about you. I nod. Another hour passes, and soon we have messages to the entire family. Esme, the understanding mother. You're so good. Don't you want to live it up? Don't you want to say, "Ah, fuck it." Hmm? ~I.S.W

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to suppress the smile. Safe to say, Esme was offended. Rosalie. What can I say? I have you pegged. So empty and shallow. Toodles ~I.S.W Brilliant. Simply outstanding. Rosalie was raging. Emmett, I like you. You're funny and optimistic. You have potential. Though I doubt you will like me ~I.S.W That was confusing. Potential for what? Who was this person? Jasper, the family Major and empath. I know you. We share a few traits. Pity you left your old life ~I.S.W Another confusing text. But there's something I'm beginning to understand. I think this person is talking about our lifestyle. Our diet. Jasper's old life? The one where he fed on humans? It must be. Alice, the pixie foreteller. Are you looking for me yet? Don't bother. I'm hiding well ;) ~I.S.W Alice is looking, yes. But this I.S.W knows us well. It's a bit annoying. But I admit that I'm also intrigued. "So… what do we do?" Esme asks. No answer. There's nothing to do. We can only wait. Waited we did.

More texts showed up, and now it was about this person. She was telling us about herself. Don't fear me. I'm only human. A human girl. I just want a chance. Will you hear me out? ~I.S.W We're not stupid. We've tried to call her. She doesn't answer. We've tried to find out where the number comes from, but nothing. Nada. Not even texts will she answer to. I'm seventeen years old. I was born in Houston but moved around a lot. When I was 14, I returned there, but my current home is in Arizona ~I.S.W We know Jasper's from Houston. But that's it. He met many vampires down there, and even though this girl claims to be human, we can't be sure of that. A human with a gift isn't impossible. Alice was one, after all, but it's very rare. Extremely. I'm utterly bored with my life. But now there's something I want, and it seems to be within my grasp. Can you blame me for trying? I hope you won’t ~I.S.W Something nags at me. This… girl… she's something else. My mother is a housewife. My father is a Police Chief. White picket fence and suburbia. It's so safe. It's so cliché. It's so revolting ~I.S.W I study the texts over and over. We all do. Esme is upset. Emmett is… Emmett is actually interested. I think he's hiding something from me, and I hate that he for once is able to block me out. Alice is searching Arizona. Fuckload of sand is all I'm saying. Carlisle is annoyed. This girl is interrupting his peace. Rose is just pissed. Jasper's

thinking hard. About Texas, about Maria, about his past. And me… well, I'm fascinated. This chick is onto something. There's no denying that we seem to share something. A view perhaps. Maybe even a belief. An opinion. I've heard so much. I know a lot about Jasper Whitlock. Pardon me for not calling you Cullen or Hale, Jasper. You are a Whitlock. My mother's told me about you ~I.S.W And then we're doing family research on Jasper. There are many Whitlocks. Our guess is that the W in I.S.W is for Whitlock. It's far fetched but it's still an option. During our research Jasper's eyes turn blue, and we stop talking. You won't find me under Whitlock, I'm afraid. But keep searching if that makes you feel better. And Edward? You look delectable in that black shirt ~I.S.W My mind goes back to the scent I caught from the package. It was faint but still there, and my cock stirs at the memory. Who is this girl? I'm sorry for dragging this out. I need to make sure you won't kill me once I reveal myself. I will tell you more. But I have a feeling only one will truly understand me ~I.S.W We all believe this "only one" is me. I don't understand why I'm involved or what I have to with anything. It should all revolve around Jasper. Right? Surely. I won't let you sparkle in Arizona. I'm coming to Washington. Hopefully someone will lay a claim on me ~I.S.W

I swallow venom. Is that someone still me? Is she talking about me? Why? Why be so… presumptuous. Why would I lay a claim on her? At the same time we find out just how much she knows about us. It's all very clear. In almost every message she divulges information about her knowledge of us. And slowly but surely, she lets us know about her. Very slowly. Come on, girl. Tell me who you are. It's dawn. We're still gathered in the living room. We're still trying to find out. I have found out something about Emmett. He slipped a few hours ago and now he's avoiding me. His thought? -Would Rosie leave if she knew what I wanted? And I wonder, just how innocent is my brother? Pictures started showing up then. On the phone. It didn't show much, but… for some reason they still showed enough for me. Rich hair in chestnut brown. A small hand. A smooth leg. Flawless skin. Plump lips. Fuck me sideways. I find myself swallowing more and more venom. More texts followed. Throughout the next day. My parents think I just headed to school. I didn't. I just said goodbye to Arizona. Did you like the pictures, Edward Masen? ~I.S.W. Holy… something. Yeah, that was my first thought.

And yes, I enjoyed the pictures. Teasing, though. So, it's about me. Masen, huh? This girl seems very firm in her anti-Cullen personality. To her, only Carlisle is a Cullen. I find myself agreeing with her. I find myself wanting more, and around sunset, I get more. A picture. A picture of her eyes. As I watch the photo, the others inform Jasper of his blue eyes, and I know she's watching me. Watching me for my reaction perhaps. I hope she's happy because I couldn't hide my reaction. I couldn't because they were just that fucking beautiful. I'm pleased. I hope you are, too, Mr. Masen. And I forgot to mention. I'm in Seattle. Jasper, as my relative, surely you will agree to see me? ~I.S.W So will I. It doesn't take long for us to pile in to our cars and soon we're off. Speeding toward Seattle in the early evening. Me in my Aston. I don't share. Jasper and Alice in her Porsche. She's still trying to find the girl. Emmett and Rosalie in his Jeep, and his thoughts are unguarded. He's not far away enough. I can still hear him. I hear him. He wants human blood. He's pretending like I am. He does it for Rose. How noble of him. Carlisle and Esme are in his Mercedes. They're both upset. It's funny because they fear a change is coming. And it's funny because Alice doesn't. At least not yet. But I have a feeling she will see it, too. Soon. Because I'm beginning to see this change myself. One might think Jasper should have the phone, but he doesn't. I took it before I took off and Jasper is a bit annoyed but I don't care.

With my perfect vision, I can see Jasper's eyes in the rearview mirror. They're blue. Watching my car, girl? Beep. Beep. I smile. I fucking smile. Will I die tonight? Or have I found a protector in you, Edward Masen? ~I.S.W I exhale sharply. I reply. I have a feeling she needs an answer. You're too intriguing to kill ~E.M The M for Masen will assure her. I know it. For some fucked up reason I'm suddenly my own person. I have a fucking name. Why take Cullen? To play pretend with Carlisle and Esme? No. I'm done. Beep. Beep. And I hear Alice's thought. –Fuck, Edward will take off! You'll find me at Club Shade, Edward. It's been a pleasure seeing you these past years. Time for you to see me ~Your Isabella "Isabella," I whisper to myself, and Alice is right. I take off. I step on the gas. Before I'm too far away, I catch Alice's vision and I'm floored.

She's found Isabella. I fucking see her. She's at the club already. Wearing a black dress. Strapless and short. Rich, curly hair, so thick and dark. She's dancing seductively. I see her face. Big brown eyes, framed by thick and long black lashes. Deep red, pouty lips. Begging for my mouth and cock. Long legs. High heels. There's nothing innocent about her, yet there is. It's hard to explain. Fuck. It's her. I can already feel it and I drive even faster. Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster. I make the ferry. The rest doesn't. They have to wait, although I doubt they will. No, of course they won't. Jasper and Alice will jump. I know it. Fuck. I have to reach her first. Before I know it, I leave my Aston behind, and I jump. Into the water. I swim, knowing I'm the fastest. They won't catch up. They won't reach Isabella before I do. Then I run. As fast as I can, over the roof tops. So fast that my clothes begin to dry. They won't be completely dry by the time I reach the club, but they won't stick to me. Next up, I bring out my wallet and one of my many IDs. I'm going to that fucking club and that's final. I do believe I have found my match. I can feel it in my body. It's elating. Rushing. Primal and carnal. I catch her scent. I swallow venom.

I get closer and closer. Two hundred feet down, I jump from the roof and land on my feet in the alley behind the club. I'm here. I run my fingers through my hair, fucking it up to its usual disarray. My clothes are okay. Dark jeans, black Henley. I ignore the line. Fuck the line. I take the back entrance. Ripping the door open. I'm in and I follow thoughts, making sure no one sees me. They don't and I can't hear Alice or Jasper yet. It's just me and her. At least for a while. Her scent invades my senses, and once I'm inside the dark club, packed with people, I scan the crowd, thankfully towering over most people with my 6'3" frame. Fuck, I smell her. My cock hardens. Then I see her. In the middle of the floor. Dancing alone. Consumed by the gothic music. Hips swaying, hands roaming. She lures me in. Beautiful and small. All woman. Luscious and right there. She turns. She sees me, and in her eyes I see what she sees. I look predatory. Then she starts dancing again. Slowly, like a seductive temptress. Eyes never leaving mine. Fuck, she bites down on her lip and I walk toward her. She's right. Someone will lay claim. -You found me, Mr. Masen. I groan as her wind chime voice fills my head. As I reach her, I breathe her in. My throat burns but my desire for her body, mind and soul is overpowering.

"Isabella," I moan quietly. My hands find her hips and I pull her to me roughly. Dipping down, I slide my nose against her jaw line. Fucking exquisite. "Brave girl, aren't you?" Her thoughts are about me. She's already mine in her mind. I claimed her when she was fourteen. Funny this is… I'm pretty fucking sure I'm hers, too. I feel it. I smell it. Fuck, her blood. I groan and press her harder against my body. My face is in the crook of her neck. I kiss, lick, and nibble. Her hands are in my hair and we're moving together. Slowly, she's leading. Fucking cocktease. She turns in my arms and I grip her hips tighter. Her ass… Christ, I bend at the knees slightly and my cock is right there. Rubbing against her ass. It's foreplay. In the middle of the crowded dance floor, she's grinding against me. My hands roam. Her toned, yet soft stomach. No hesitation. Up, up, up, I cup her breasts in my hand. I kiss her neck, hear her pulse. My other hand is on her thigh. Naked thigh, so smooth and warm. "Fuck, baby," I moan as she reaches behind me. My neck, my hair, she tugs it. "Edward," she whimpers. I'm rock hard. I'm myself. I'm letting go. No fucking chivalry because Isabella doesn't want it. I know that. I know she wants me for who I am. Who I really am. And I want her. God, how I want her, and I understand her now. All the texts. She's an observant little girl. She saw me for who I am. She saw what I really wanted. I tug on her hair. I look down at her. My hand is still kneading and cupping her breast. I can smell her arousal. I can hear what she wants.

She tells me. Over and over. She's mine. Mine to take, to fuck, to share eternity with. Fuck, it's her. Slowly I dip down. I watch her expression. I watch her eyes. I know mine are conveying how she's changed me. It's her for me and our lips meet. Sparks shooting through me. Jolting. I'm harder and I need her. I've never needed anyone before but I do now, and I suck her plump bottom lip into my mouth as my hand trails lower. Down her hip, to her thigh again. But I don't stop. I don't stop as I meet her naked skin. Instead I slide my hand under her dress. Up and up, further. I cup her pussy. So fucking hot, baby. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue with hers. She's slick, bare and hot and my middle finger teases her slit. "Edward," she moans in my mouth. She clings to me, she wants to turn but I hold her in place. "Oh, God… more…" -Holy fuck! I don't stop as I hear Alice. I know she and Jasper see us. I don't care. I keep fingering my Isabella, I keep kissing her, I keep kneading her breast. Teasing, pinching her nipple, making her moan in my mouth. I suck on her tongue. With her back to my chest, people could've seen Isabella but luckily it's too crowded and dark. Fuck, if they could smell my girl's arousal, I would kill them. This scent is for me, only me. "You're so wet, baby," I purr as I kiss the corner of her mouth. Then a thought hits me. My own thought. And I need to know. So, I slide two fingers inside of her, deep inside of her, and thank God, she's a virgin. The thought of sharing her… I growl. -I don't want romance, Edward. I just want you. I want your nature. Real nature. Just the two of us, taking and pleasuring together.

We both moan. My cock throbs. "Consider it done, baby," I whisper in her ear. "You're mine now and I will take you in every way possible." "Yes," she whimpers desperately. –And you're mine. Her possessiveness turns me on beyond belief. We have declared ourselves. Enough is enough. I slide my fingers out of her. I taste her, fuck… her taste, I suck my fingers clean of her arousal. Then I grab her hand, and I lead her through the crowd, not stopping until we're back in the alley outside the club. I don't waste time. I know my so called family is following me and I don't give a flying fuck. I push Isabella up against the cold brick wall. I kiss her hard, my cock rubs against her abdomen. "Our first fucks in a back alley. Fucking poetic," I chuckle huskily as I push her dress up. "There's no turning back now, love." Her eyes flash with nothing but love and desire. She's on my page. We're the same. Fuck, we're exactly the same. We want primal and feral. Consuming and animalistic. "No turning back," she says, unzipping my jeans. "You're my first and only." My dead heart stutters. "First and only," I echo quietly because it's the same for me. She's my mate.

My jeans are pushed down my hips and she wraps her legs around my hips. This is it. She knows it. I know it. No turning back. I kiss her softly, cradling her face. She's the one and I position my rock hard cock at her hot entrance. She whispers softly. "Give me eternity so I can love you forever." I have no words. No words good enough but I know my eyes are telling her that I feel the same. Exactly the same and I will give her eternity. Eternity with me. Only me. I push into her and swallow pools of venom as well as her cry. Pulsing, slick, and on fire… all around my cock. My eyes are squeezed shut and I kiss her shoulder. She's cold for a human out here and it's raining now but she won't be cold for long. "You okay?" I grit out. Fuck, so tight… hot, wet… The rains pours down, we're soaked. "Yeah," she breathes out. "Only… slight discomfort." With three medical degrees I know more than most humans, but anyone know that the first time for a girl isn't about fireworks. I kiss her passionately and my hands find her ass. I pull her to me, closely and hard. I need to fuck her. "Mine, baby," I growl into her mouth. I slam into her. "Only mine." I fuck her as hard as I can without hurting her and my Isabella is a fiery kitten, that's for sure. Loud and clinging, I fucking love it. More, I want more. I take more. I fuck her harder. My cock slides in and out of her, I know I'm big and she loves it. She tells me in her thoughts. She tells me

how that cock is hers now and I grunt and moan in agreement. It's hers just like her tight little pussy is mine. I smell her blood. I'm close. The brick wall isn't soft on her skin but she doesn't want me to apologize. She doesn't care about the scratches on her back, she loves them. Fuck, she's wild. She tugs on my hair, hard for a human, and I comply and kiss her hard. I suck on her tongue, my thumb finds her clit. She's soaked with arousal. She's in slight pain but it fucking turns her on. Yes, this is the girl I will spend eternity with. Christ, I will fuck her all over the world. We will drink and pleasure. We will give into our nature. "I'm taking you tonight, Isabella," I groan. Fuck, I'm so close. "Sooner the better," she moans. "Fuck, come inside me, Edward… please, mark me… I beg you, baby…" I growl. I ram my cock deep inside of her. She clamps down on me. God, so tight. I'm there. With a strangled groan, my head lolls back, and I spill my cum deep inside of her. I last long. Fuck, over and over, several streams. She climaxes from watching my face. My dirty kitten, how I love her already. I want more, can I have more? I'm not panting but I would if I were human. Isabella on the other hand, she's spent and completely adorable. She looks freshly fucked, which she is. And I have a feeling we will look freshly fucked very often for the rest of time. Because I know. I know I will always feel this way for her. It won't fade. We will always be hungry for each other. So hungry. "I'm taking you to a hotel," I whisper and kiss the spot below her ear as I lower her to the ground. "I'm going to fuck you, baby, and as we both come, I will drink your blood." I nuzzle her throat, I push her dress back down. "I will sink my teeth into your neck, I will drink from you."

Isabella whimpers and I smell a new wave of arousal. Kinky motherfucking girl. "And then in three days?" she asks, smiling adorably. We're dressed again and I take her hand, I thread our fingers together because it's us now. Fucking mated. She's mine. For all time. "You've really found out a lot about us, haven't you?" I chuckle and raise our hands to kiss hers. "You know about the transformation and all that?" "Yes." She nods firmly. "Three days of indescribable pain and excruciating fire. And then eternity with you." I frown. I don't want her to be in pain, but… she's right. I have to look at it from her point of view. It's three days for eternity. I remember my own transformation, of course, and her words don't come close to the actual pain, but… as I look at her, I know it's worth it. I would go through it again. For her, I would. In a heartbeat. "I love you," I murmur, caressing her cheek. "I love you, too," she says simply. "It's us now." Forever, love. We've stopped and we're still in the alley. A place of silence, one might think. But no, we have visitors and I roll my eyes as I see all of them rounding the corner. But my annoyance morphs into rage when Emmett and Jasper smell Isabella's blood. I crouch, only slightly, but still, and I keep my mate behind me. Fucking brick wall, scratching her back too hard. -You're leaving us. That's Alice and she's sad. Whatever. I nod to her.

Rosalie is watching Isabella with disdain but the bitch can't hide her thoughts from me, so I smirk. Because the fucking skank is jealous. With right. My mate is stunning and I can't even begin to imagine how stunning she will be as a vampire. -You hit the jackpot with that one, bro. I chuckle and relax from my crouch. "Yeah, I did, Em." But I stop chuckling as their thoughts invade my head. Too many, too fast, too loud. Carlisle's disappointed, I don't care. Esme's sad for me, and pissed at Isabella, so I snarl at her. Shut up, you motherly bitch. She flinches. Whatever. Jasper's livid with me. He knows Isabella is a relative to him. Alice has filled him in. "You're Isabella Swan," Jasper says calmly, looking at my Isabella. Swan, how fitting. Doesn't matter. She will be Masen soon enough. "Your mother's maiden name is Whitlock?" "Yes," Isabella replies, stepping under my arm. I hold her to me. I need it. "I'm sure your wife has seen me tell you all about me and our family." Jasper nods. "Yes. My brother survived the war. Peter." "Yeah, he did. You didn't know?" "Not for sure." Uh-huh. Enough chit-chat. "Are we done?" I ask, arching a brow. "For fuck's sake, Edward," Jasper growls. "Could you give me two fucking minutes before you take her life!"

"He's not taking it!" Isabella snaps. Fuck, she's amazing. "He's giving it to me." She walks a few steps and I don't like it. I'm prepared to defend her. She stands in front of me. Hands on her hips, she's delectable. I can't wait to fuck her again. "Look," she sighs, "I already knew you guys wouldn't approve of me. But before you judge me, don't fucking bother. I'm not making Edward leave." "You will feed on humans!" Alice hisses. I growl. "It's wrong, Isabella!" "It's our fucking nature!" I snarl. I see pleasure in the vision Alice throws at me. I see myself fucking my girl while she drains some lowlife bitch. That's what I want. Fuck, I do. So erotic and sexy. And I see my mate as a vampire. No words are good enough to describe her beauty. "Before you came in and interrupted-" I cut Esme off. "Continue that line and I will end you. Because before Isabella came in to our lives, I was fucking miserable." They're momentarily stunned to silence and I continue. "I'm done." I speak calmly, quietly. I'm dead serious. "The day I returned to you, Carlisle… after my years of feeding on humans… I wasn't done. I stayed with you but I told you from the fucking start that I still didn't share your view on things. Don't dare deny it and don't say you didn't see it. If you didn't…" I chuckle humorlessly. "…well, that serves to prove how blind you are. Or how desperate you are to play perfect family. You chose to ignore." I shake my head, I calm down. She's here with me, hand on my chest. "We're done here. Let's go, Isabella."

They watch us leave. I feel so good. It's liberating, free. I'm free. No one will judge me. I'm a fucking vampire. I won't pretend to be anything less. I'm done wallowing in guilt I don't have to feel. Emmett isn't done but I think he will be one day, because he's jealous. He wants what I now have. He wants that with Rosalie. Fuck her, bro. Go out and find a real woman. Alice is sad but she shows me a vision. We will see each other again. She will find a way to accept Isabella and me for who we are. I don't really care but I suppose it's good to know. And Jasper's the same. Much more reluctant to accept me, but he wants to know his relative. Whatever. Later, fuckers. I laugh as I hear Carlisle's thought. A final plea. That night I make love to my Isabella in a suite at the Fairmont. She tells me erotic things in soft whispers, I tell her the same. I promise her everything. She's my world and I fuck her, love her. And then as she squeezes my cock with her heated climax, I sink my teeth into her. I drink. I come hard. I push venom into her. I whisper my love and devotion. "You're my life," she whispers, and then she's out. She's on fire. Our life begins when she wakes up three days later. No words can describe her. She tastes like the sweetest sin, her beauty is out of this world. She's gifted, too. Her sight is unlimited. My eyes are green when she sees the world through my eyes. It's not just Jasper anymore, no, she

can enter anyone. Power, I love her. She's all mine. In every way, and she says yes to be carrying my name. Her eyes are crimson, so fucking feral and sexy, the emerald cut ruby on her ring is blood red. It's erotic on her and we're both marked. Two lost souls. Hardly. We have everything we want. We know where we want to be and we're there. Days, bloodshed, Christ yes, right there… months, years. More and harder. Beg for me, my love. Fucking decades. We're in London, living our life. Funny how we had to die in order to live. That's what we do, we live. We live good, we fuck hard, we love even harder. Who knows where we'll be next week? I remember Carlisle's parting thought in the alley all those years ago. Redemption, Edward. It's yours. Come back to us. I shake my head at the thought of him and look at my delectable wife, my mate. She's wicked and her eyes sparkle in the hotel room full of candles. Full of love and fun and sex and tomorrows. It's all for me. The poor man she's holding up is fighting for his life. We'll drain him together. We'll pleasure together. It's who I am. It's who we are. Wicked, undead, immortal. Fucking Gods. Edward and Isabella Masen. Eyes crimson from rich blood, human blood. Two sets of eyes. Ours. We have our eternity. Fuck redemption.