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PART III

Part I

Part II

twilight fic; edward x f!reader

{{As said before in this fic Edward is a sadistic vamp with abandonment issues. He’s forgotten pretty much all of his gentlemanly qualities which he MAY redeem again, who knows. He’s pushy, scary and of course has his usual vampire charm.}}

!!TW!! \\ Edward pushes himself of reader, (kisses, touching, pinning against a tree)

You were walking as quickly as possible back towards your grandfathers home. That psychopath could be anywhere, if he was here once surely he could return. Throwing uneasy glances towards the tree lines, you felt your heart skip a beat. What could he possibly be doing lurking around your home? This freak had to have some sort of issues. You’d make sure to put him back in his place next time you saw him.

You opened the cracked white door, closing it gently behind you. Grandpa was sitting in at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee in his hand. “Welcome home dear, how was school?”

“Fine Grandpa, went about as good as any first day.” Lie. Lie. Semi-truth?

“Oh? Want to talk about it?”

“No Im fine really, just tired. If you need anything give me a shout.” With a disheveled sandwich you slapped together in seconds in your hand you made your way upstairs. Old oak floor boards freaking beneath each step. Your room was small, but quaint. It was extremely colourful, you hated to have something be boring and drab. Modern greys and whites had no soul, no feeling, no vibrancy! You needed excitement and enrichment in your place of living.

After shedding the clothes you wore to school and donning a much more comfortable sweatpants and shirt, you nested witching your blankets with a good book. Ready and prepared to forget the world for a few hours, and Edward.

As the book began to reach its climax with the hero finally attempting to save the day, something knocked on your window. You stared at it for a few moments, waiting for something else. A pebble knocked harmlessly off of the pain. Who was throwing pebbles at your window? You got up, a sudden wave of cold air hitting you as you peered at the bedroom window. There, standing in the opening beside Charlie Swans house and behind yours was Edward. You didn’t waste a second grabbing a pullover, slipping into shoes and rushing down the steps and out the door. Grandpa was fast asleep on the couch so hopefully he wouldn’t hear the obscenities about to escape your mouth.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-“ You marched up in front of the greek god, “but you need to stay the hell away from me.” This right now went against everything your family warned you about. Everything that happened to your grandmother, all the warnings and cautions were flaring up wishing your head. But right now you saw red, perhaps it was for her untimely end too. “You don’t know me, we have never spoken and you certainly don’t get to prance around my house like a fucking jolly rancher!” He chuckled a bit at that, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Come on now, aren’t you happy to see me?” Once again he let your name drip from his mouth like liquid honey. You felt a shiver run up your spine. “I’ve been waiting to get a chance to talk to you.” Just as you were about to continue screaming at him he shushed your with his index finger, “I know your mad and Id rather not be called that particular slur you were just readying to say.”

“How in the hell do you have any idea what I was about to say?” You tapped your foot impatiently, angrily trying to contain your temper in some menial medium. Edward chuckled, spinning on his heel and striding towards the woods. The tree line seemed ready to swallow him up, like it was welcoming him home. “Hey bitch get back here! You can’t just walk away like some entitled prince!” You ran after him, catching up to a suspiciously fast pace he was continuing. You followed him deep into the forest, continuously screaming at him to stay away from you, not annoy you etc. Which was ironic, since that was what you were doing to him.

He vanished from your line of sight when you looked down to step over a root of a tree. You couldn’t spot him anywhere. The suns beams flared through the canopy overhead, towering ancient trees guarded these woods day and night. Bark housing the sweet sticky sap and a multitude of insects hums with life. You breathed in the musky smell of moss and undergrowth. You felt at peace for a moment, anger leaving you, before something crashed into you pinning you against a trunk of a tree. The wind was knocked out of your lungs, leaving you gasping and scrambling for air. That familiar cologne invaded your senses, but the body was rock solid and cold as ice. Edward?

“You talk too much, you know that?” He pressed his nose to your neck, leading a trail up and to your jaw. He inhaled deeply, sighing after as if reached ecstasy. You worked your arms up to his chest, attempting to push him away. You forced all your strength into your arms, and yet, he did not budge. “Shhhh…” He ran a hand along your thigh, landing soft kisses beneath your jaw. “I just need to feel you. You look so irresistible and smell like it too.” Black, bottomless eyes met yours as he looked up from your neck and place a gentle peck on your lips. He licked them quickly, letting loose a small chuckle. “You taste even better, a gift that keeps giving!” You could feel your knees getting weak and your stomach churning. What the fuck was he doing? Did he really just push himself on you like this? The audacity of this… this… creature! He explored your neck, your cheek and your thighs. His hands worked around the circumference of your leg, cupping the thigh just beneath your ass. He squeezed it, letting loose a low, rumbling sigh. With his other hand he came up and pulled the collar of your shirt to the side, kissing your collarbone and sucking at the skin. You were breathing heavily now, feeling you had been dosed up with some sort of aphrodisiac. He eventually let go of your neck, a smack noise sounding as he gave one final suck to your skin. He grinned at you, gleaming white teeth shining. You couldn’t speak.

He kissed your forehead. “Same time tomorrow darling.” He took a step back, releasing you and vanishing with only the disturbed leaves and undergrowth and the growing hickey on your neck as evidence he was ever there.

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight x reader #edward x reader

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PART II

Part I

twilight fic:: edward x f!reader

The school consisted of multiple buildings, all inter linked. You’d only had a year or two in the high school before you left for Lititz, back then Odi and you had a multitude of friends. A coven of girls who spent every day ,if not hour, together. It was amazing how these groups deteriorated through the years. People really do change incredibly over their teenage years.

Walking through the school, you passed old friends with people who you had known they hated. People who had never spoken before, new kids, all matured. It had all done a complete 180. While you were off gallivanting in Lititz, creating a utopia for yourself, everyone you left behind in Forks continued in the same old routine. Everything was the same, except they got a bit taller.

You went to front desk, took the papers, schedules, passes, locker code etc. You were on your way to first period, biology. You were walking up the hall, biology on the left, when your gaze wanders to a looming figure near lockers. Tall, stoic and slim, disheveled burning auburn brown hair, and deep, bottomless, black coals for eyes. His skin was almost translucent, stretched to a gentle youth across sharp features, accentuated by the gift of God and genes. Who the fuck was that? He broke his stare with you, the gaze so titillating and enrapturing, left you feeling so uneasy. There was no kindness in those eyes. Whatever had passed between the pair of you was of malicious intent.

Stepping into the classroom you do your introductions and sit in a chair by the window. Forks was scenic, if you were into the musky smell of rain and earth. A stuffed barn owl watches you, like you were its next field mouse dinner. When did Forks begin to feel so sinister?

The teacher begins the lesson, her rectangular glasses glistening in the luminescents above. She passes a small nod to the boy in the hall as he enters the class. His eyes are trained on you. It was like he was undressing you with a mere gaze, dissecting bits and pieces of you, what would be the most juiciest part to bite into. Your heart skipped a beat as he took the seat beside you, he looked at you and back to the white board.

“Welcome to Forks.” A voice like velvet, caressed you as its speaker turned his attention to you again.

“Thanks, It’s my hometown.” your words sounded so timid against his. What the fuck was he doing to you?

“I know.” He smiled, your name fell from his lips then. You could almost see the letters dripping onto the table, like someone had dropped a yard of silk and left it as it met the ground. That was such a weird thing to say, he knew your name? You didn’t even know him!

“I’m sorry, have we met?”

“Once before.”

“Really? Where?”

“At your house.” You stared at him, confused. Then it was as if someone threw the image of the figure at the side of Grandpas home right at your face.

“What the fuck?” You say, incredulous. Why was this creep lurking around your home? You looked at him with a face of disgust, turning to watch the teacher. Replaying the image of him beside the wall in the shadows, like some cringe emo character from the early naughties. What a weirdo.

“I’m Edward, by the way.” You didn’t acknowledge him whatsoever, focusing on the lesson instead to distract you from the creep beside you. You’d go to change classes after this.

Walking into the office you see Edward at the desk. “I’d like to be moved into her classes please, we are good friends. It’ll help her get settled-“ He stopped and turned, looking directly at you. The receptionist nodded mumbling a “I’ll be right with you.” Edward stared at you with black eyes, a small grin curling his lip. Surely he hadn’t been talking about you. Right? He shouldered by you, chuckling as he strode down the hallway.

You hated him already.

#edward cullen #cullen #edward x reader #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #twilight #twilight fanfiction

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PART I

twilight fic:: edward x f!reader

[[Bella moved to Jacksonville, finally sick of Edwards antics and vanishing behaviour. It was hard for her, but necessary. You moved into Forks a few months later, the Cullens returning in search for Bella, find her gone. Depressed, frustrated and ultimately melancholic Edward wishes to be alone, but regressing to his more vampirish instincts, you become the victim of his misery.]]

tw: stalky man baby vampire

Forks. Rainy, gloomy, cloudy Forks. A constant overhanging grey shadow cast over the town, the slightest green tinge from the surrounding forests leaking its way into the mist. It was the atmosphere of a post apocalyptic block buster, or a depression pit. Yet this little gloom dump was your home, your heritage and claimed the majority of your memories. The town heralded the beginning of your family tree, with your great-great grandmother making her way to America from the Europes, alone and determined to live the American Dream, she set up camp in Forks. Working diligently as a house maid, waitress and eventually town council. Your family blended quite nicely into the operations of Forks. It made coming back to school here and seeing the run down buildings that little bit sweeter.

Easier even.

You had spent some time in Pennsylvania with your aunt and uncle, sure the weather wasn’t all that different, albeit sunnier but that wasn’t tough competition for Forks. Missing Lititz architecture and colour, Forks looked so drab in comparison. Still, this was home. These were your roots. You came home to take care of your grandfather after all, it was senior year, you’d survive these few months.

Unlocking the front door to the two story panelled house on the suburbs, you yell a ‘hello?’, pausing to listen for a response.

“There you are! Welcome, welcome. Oh, how I’ve missed you my dear.” Grandpa wraps speckled sagging arms around you. Arms that once chopped lumber and hunted big game.

Age was a slow and sad process.

“Hey Grandpa, I missed you too!” You hug him tight, his mind was still as in tune as it had always been. It was his body that was failing him, the arthritis gnawing at his bones and the parkinson’s forbidding any steady, sure movements.

“I was just heading to the store to grab some milk for coffee, I won’t be long Chicky.” Chicky. The adored nickname gifted to you by Grandma, long before her… passing.

“No Grandpa, don’t you move a muscle. I’m here to help for a reason.” Setting down your bags, you move back towards the door. “I won’t be a minute, turn the kettle on.” He looks as though he’d protest but instead smiles. Turning to complete the task assigned. You close the door behind you, skipping down the steps. Walking down the cracked pavement of the ancient house, you catch a glimpse of the police cruiser pulling up next door. Out comes Chief Charlie Swan. It’s been years since you’d seen that guy. He notices you walking by his home place, turning to greet you as is custom in small towns. His eyes narrow for a second before he wags a finger in recognition.

“Toms daughter, right?” Charlie locks the car with a beep before turning to face you.

“It is indeed sir. Good to see you again!”

“It’s been a while since you’ve been in town. You’ve grown Durrow, you remind me of-“ Durrow, your last name. He paused for a second, swallowing back rising emotions. “remind me of my daughter Bella. You remember her, right?”

“How could I not? Who else was going to help me on my adventures through the woods.” He gives a small smile. “How’s she been Chief? Haven’t seen her in centuries.”

“She moved to Phoenix with her mom a couple years ago, came back for a little while until her mom moved. She’s down in Jacksonville now.” His shoulders were tensed as an uneasy glance was thrown to the tree line.

“Well send her my best Chief.”

“John inside? Might pop in to say hello.”

“I’m sure he’d love the company, I have to run down to the shop for some milk.”

“I’ll go keep him entertained then.”

“Front door is open Chief!” Starting back down the broken pavement and pot hole road towards town. Chief Swan nods, looking at the ground, then grabbing a jacket from the cruiser and making his way to your home.

Was it always this bitter in Forks? Holy was it cold. Rounding the corner, the store front jutted above the street ahead. Cars bumbled by, some boy racers revving at the sight of a new girl in town. Such dogs.

Ahead a young woman with waist length umber hair stood on her phone. Why did that stance look so familiar? She turned slowly to you, head still in her phone as she began to walk towards you.

“Odile?” You half shouted at the young woman. Her head snapped up and a beaming smile met you.

“No. Way.” Her jaw now dropped, as she stood in shock staring at you. Your childhood bff, bestie forever, soulmate, platonic lover. Whatever you wished to name it, Odi and you had been inseparable till your move to Lititz. You tried to keep in contact, but in seperation people naturally grow apart and adapt to the others leaving. “Holy shit! You look so different!” Meeting in the middle, she ogles at your growth spurt and matured body.

“It’s been so long Odi, how’ve you been?” She meets your eyes again with a dazzling smile.

“Same old same old. Our old mischiefs sprinkled with maturity and easier access to alcohol and nicotine.”

“Sounds like you’ve been busy.”

“Hah! You could say that. Hey, do tell, what’re you doing back here?” She pulled the oversized hoodie around her tighter, the wind bringing a bitter chill with it as it nipped at her neck.

“Taking care of Papa, the arthritis is getting too much for him.”

“Awh poor ol’ John. You coming back to school?”

“I’m starting Tuesday.”

“Not too bad. I gotta run but let me grab your number first.” Quickly handing her your cell, she expertly punches your number in her phone. “We’ve got so much to catch up on. I’ll call you later alright? Great seeing you, girl.”

“Great seeing you too, Odi.” You smiled as she skipped off down the pavement, vanishing a few yards down around a corner towards the centre of town. Always the confident boss woman of your year, she was a force to be reckoned with even on her good days. Continuing the task at hand, you get to the store, making small talk with the clerk as you grabbed biscuits and milk.

You forgot how dark it got early in the evening during winter in Forks. The night already shrouded the town, coating it in shadows and highlighting its high points with a full moon. Thankful for the the layers on you, the cold didn’t bite too much, although your red fingers and numb nose would disagree.

As you passed Bella Swans childhood home you couldn’t help but wonder, where was she now? Last you had heard she had been messing around with a family that moved to Forks five years ago, that tad bit of gossip had come from Odi. You stopped and stared up at her bedroom window, a room where you had conjured up games upon games as kids. You wondered if that family had something to do with her leaving, from what Odi had said she was barely in classes and constantly getting hurt in some extreme ways. Depression etc. You felt sorry for her, remembering your time as kids when she was a care free little girl.

Her parents divorce must’ve affected her in more ways than one.

You’re passing the hedge between the two houses, lights illuminating the living room so you can see the shadows of Charlie and Grandpa. A smile comes to your face, crinkling the corners of your eyes. It was nice to be home. You couldn’t say you never missed Forks, this was home. It always would be.

Twigs snap in the forest and you snap your gaze to them, heart beat quickening. Sounds in the dark were not to be trusted, especially after what happened to grandma. You quicken your pace, walking across the front lawns instead of the pavement to grandpa’s house.

“Who are you?”

A small, velvet voice speaks from around the corner of the building, concealed in the nights shadows. You keep your head down, you remembered what you’d been taught. Don’t entertain them.

“I said, who are you.” The voice was commanding, dominating. The sultry, silky tone vanished, replaced with a rasping half shout. You ignore whoever it was, stepping up the steps to the house.

The door swings open, “You’re back! We were getting worried, it got dark.” Grandpa hollers your name to Charlie, followed by a “Shes back!” He turns down the hallway and into the kitchen, leaving you on the steps.

That voice says your name.

Then says it again.

They chuckle, shifting somewhere beside the house. You could feel their hard stare boring into your side. Gripping the milk and biscuits you move to hurry up the steps. “I’ll be seeing you.” Whoever it was turned and left. So silent yet you could feel the emptiness of their presence, the loss of that stare. You were shaking, heart thumping in your chest. Who the fuck was that?

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