This day has been one of the most surreal days that I can remember. I had never expected to set eyes on Edward Cullen again. He had promised me when he left that it would be as if he never existed, I just wish he had kept that promise. But then again, I felt better after telling him off, I felt vindicated by his and Alice’s treatment of me when the Volturi took their gifts. If the truth were to be told, I personally think they deserve far worse. They were the ones to put my life in danger time and time again. First with James, the tracker who attacked me, then with his bitch of a mate, who decided to hunt my ass down because she thought it was my fault that her precious James was killed. It was something that so called family of vampires should have taken care of when they had the chance. I shudder at the thought of what would have happened if I had not known Damon. He was the one that took care of the Victoria situation; saving my life in the process. Not only that, but he changed my life and made it better. Maybe I should just thank Edward. If he had not left me, Charlie would have never sent me to Mystic Falls, then I may have never met the love of my life, I wouldn’t have a family and friends that accept me for me. I finally found my place in the world and like I told Edward, I am happier than I ever dreamed I could be.
I am broken out of my thoughts as Damon grabs my hand. We then walk towards the elevators and I could feel Edwards’s eyes following us. It was a bit creepy to be watched, to be honest, but I shook off the feeling and decided to focus on what was important, and that was the vampire walking beside me. His very presence makes me giddy and I feel my lips turn up into a smile. He looks down at me with a soft smirk and his eyes twinkle, silently saying “I love you.” I feel my grin widen as I return the look, conveying an “I love you” right back. His smirk gets even bigger and he practically struts. Yep, he is one cocky vampire.
We stand in silence, waiting for an elevator and once one arrived, he compels everyone that tries to enter with us to get out. He waits for the doors to shut and then turns to me, wrapping his arms around me and looking me in the eyes. He was solemn and his face is tinged with concern and worry.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft.
“I’m fine, Damon.” I answer back as I run my fingers through his hair.
“I was so worried about you,” he says, resting his forehead against mine. “What happened?”
“I had spent most of the day with Charlie and Liz packing stuff up since the house in Forks has been sold. They had to go take care of some things in town, so I packed my lunch and went to have a picnic out by the cliffs. I guess I got a little too close to the ledge. I slipped, Jacob happened to come by, and he caught me before I fell. We hung out for a while, catching up on things, then it started getting dark, so I went back to Charlie’s. I walked in the house and found Alice there, sitting in the living room, waiting for me… She had seen me slip in a vision; she just assumed I fell to my death! She claimed that she had wanted to check on Charlie, to see how he was coping. While she was there, she had another vision that Edward somehow got word of my so called death and went to the Volturi to ask them to kill him.” I sighed in aggravation.
“After she had the vision, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to her car… She didn’t even give me a chance to grab my cell or my purse! She literally threw me in the car and drove off like a bat out of hell!” I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down because the whole ordeal had pissed me off. I take a step back to look up at Damon, “How did you guys find me?”
He purses his lips and tilts his head to the side as he laced our fingers together. His gaze meets mine, “Bonnie” he murmurs.
I teasingly smile at him, “That witchy ju ju comes in handy sometimes, huh?” He just rolls his eyes.
“I guess,” he mutters out.
The elevator comes to a stop and Damon wraps his arm around my shoulders, leading me down the hallway. We reach the suite and Damon inserts the key to unlock the door and opens it. He grabs my hand and leads me into the room. We spot a mini bar and he pours himself a drink. He looks to me and shakes the bottle, silently asking if I want any. I nod my head and he pours me a glass.
I walk over to the couch and sit down. I pat the seat next to me, motioning for Damon to sit down and join me. He does, propping his legs up on the coffee table. He then turns to look at me, tucking s a strand of hair behind my ear and running his fingers along my cheek. I look into his beautiful blue eyes, mesmerized by how handsome he is and amazed at the fact he is mine. How did I get so lucky?
He brushes his thumb across my lips as he gazes at me. “I love you, Bella,” he says with such emotion it make a warmth spread through me. I felt my heart skip a beat and my breath hitches. I kiss his thumb, then take his hand in mine, “I love you, more than anything.”
He squeezes my hand, sighing deeply and closing his eyes. “I was so scared those two idiots were going to get you killed today. You have no idea how much I wanted to storm in there and start ripping heads off.”
I chuckle, “Oh, I have a pretty good idea.” I lick my lips and scoot closer to Damon, snuggling against him. “What stopped you?”
He chuckles too and says simply, “Ric.”
I nodded, knowing that besides me, Ric was the only other person that could make Damon see sense and keep him from going off the rails.
Damon finishes his drink, setting his glass on the coffee table. He grabs my glass, and places it next to his. He wraps his arms around me and we lay on the couch in each other’s arms. He kisses the top of my head.
“What happened when you met with the Volturi?”
I sit there for a while, lost in my thoughts, trying to think of where to begin. Damon gives me a gentle squeeze and whispers in my ear “Bella?”
I turn my head to look at him, “Did you know that we are soul mates?”
He nods, “We both figured that out a while ago, Bell.”
I lick my lips and smile. “Marcus confirmed it. He could sense bonds.”
Damon smirks, as his eyes shimmer with a hint of mirth. “Oh do tell, how the hell did that conversation come about?”
I roll my eyes, one of the traits I seem to have picked up from him. “Well Alice and Edward were going on this tear that I was his mate and yada, yada, yada …I kinda went off on their asses…”
He quirks an eyebrow at me, as if amused. “Did the infamous Petrova fire make an appearance?”
I scowl and glare at him. I hate being reminded that I’m actually related to Katherine. “Do you really have to remind me of the fact I’m related to that bitch?” He chuckles at me.
“Oh honey, Katherine has nothing on you.” He kisses my nose.
I smile slightly, huffing at him. “Don’t even try to charm your way out of that one, Salvatore!”
He just grins and holds me closer to him. “I could always charm my way into your pants instead…”
I bite my lip in a failed attempt to stop myself from laughing. I smack his arm as I yell out his name, playfully chastising him. He just sits there and grins as I shake my head at him…”You are such an ass!”
His retort? “Oh! What a fine ass it is!”
“Jackass,” I mutter under my breath. I grin and look at him, and I see that damn smirk still plastered on his his face.
“Anyway!” I huff out, “I went off on them and told them about you, us, my family and life in Mystic Falls. I let them know I didn’t want anything to do with them, and I made it clear that I had moved on and I like my life the way it is. I may have also thrown in a snarky comment or two.”
He smirks at me “I would’ve liked to have seen that.” I smirked right back at him.
“Hmm, really now?”
He nods and puts his index finger under my chin, pulling my face up towards his and kisses me tenderly. I close my eyes and revel in the moment. Who knew that such a tender kiss could ignite such a passion that I feel for this man?
He gently pulls back to look at me, I can see his eyes shining with both love and lust. I stroked his cheek and move to kiss him again, but he stops me. I cannot help feeling disappointed. I still have lingering feelings of being undesirable from all those times Edward rejected my advances. I nibble my lip nervously and look down, trying to hide my disappointment from Damon. As always, he notices this and pulls me closer to him.
“Belle, you have no idea how much I want you right now, but I need to know everything that happened. We’ll be meeting with the Cullens shortly.” As he said their name, his nose turns up, like the word left a bad taste in his mouth. “All of them.” He stresses.
I am completely caught off guard by this, I turn to look at him and I ask bluntly, “Why are we meeting with them?!” I came very close to snapping at him and inhale a deep breath and slowly exhale to keep myself calm. I remind myself that he isn’t the one I am angry with.
Edward and Alice have pissed me off more than enough, so I don’t need to see the rest of them. He sighs as he gives me a gentle squeeze while I rest my head on his chest.
“I think after everything that happened, Belle, you deserve some answers. I know Victoria killed your mother and step-father, but the Cullens need to be held accountable for their part in Renee and Phil’s deaths. They need to be held responsible for leaving you in a world where you couldn’t defend yourself. Charlie and I both want answers, too. I promise you, we are going to get them.” His voice is laced with anger and determination.
I sigh in response to his words. “Damon, a few months ago I would have agreed with you, but now? Now…I am happy. I have everything I want. I don’t want them sticking their noses in my life, and meeting with them will just make them want to meddle. It’s how they are.”
He kisses the top of my head, “We will only tell them what we want them to know. Believe me, it will be made perfectly clear that they have no place in your life and we will not tolerate any of their presence in it.”
I let out a breath, and snuggled into his chest. “How’d you find them?”
He chuckles at the question. “Your dad and your stepmom are cops, do you really have to ask?” I shake my head at his evasive answer, cocking my head to look up at him.
“Damon…” I say with a smidge of impatience, making him smirk.
“Charlie hacked into the airline’s computer and got Alice’s credit card information and from there we got an address and phone number.” I nod my head in response, a little amused at my father.
Damon himself seems to find it funny as well as he continues, “He called Daddy Cullen and believe me, that was not a fun conversation… Long story short… Charlie demanded they meet us here and they very reluctantly agreed. Well, Charlie did threaten them with kidnapping charges, along with aiding and abetting…” Damon shrugs nonchalantly, “They really didn’t have much choice.”
I just shake my head, a little bemused. I have always knew my father to be very protective of those he loves, but I’ve never seen him threaten anyone… Well, not seriously anyway.
I turn back around and lean back into Damon’s chest once again as he wraps his arms around my waist, linking his fingers with mine. Our legs were tangled together. I wish he and I could just stay like this and enjoy the moment, but Damon squeezes my hand to get my attention.
“So about the Volturi…” I shrug as I bite my bottom lip. Damon promptly takes his index finger and gently pulls my lip away from my teeth.
“Don’t do that.” he whispers in a husky voice that makes me shiver.
I blink and shake my head to clear my thoughts of things I’d rather be doing. Taking a breath, I tell him, “They took Alice and Edward’s gifts. They used a witch to do it. They told me that I would have to be turned and not to expose them. They know about your kind of vampire. They noticed the ring you gave me; Aro seemed to recognize its significance. Although, I did lie when he asked if it was spelled. I didn’t think they needed to know.” I asked if it has to be a Cold One who did the turning and they said ‘no’. I can turn after graduation as we planned.” I smile slightly and look Damon in the eye.
Damon smiles in return, warmth radiating from his eyes. He leans forward and his lips lightly brush against my own. He pulls back and runs his hand through my hair. “You’ll have to keep taking some of my blood on a regular basis until then, just in case. I’m not taking any chances with you. I won’t lose you.”
After everything he has been through in his life, I understand his persistence when it comes to taking his blood. I can’t help but feel special that he wants to keep me safe, that he wants an eternity with me. I smile broadly, “Oh, you won’t, you’re going to be stuck with me forever, Damon Salvatore.” He smiled and his eyes twinkled.
“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled as he gently hugged me to him.
I let out a small laugh. “Edward and Alice actually tried to ask me about your kind of vampire. I didn’t tell them anything. Edward was rather appalled that I agreed to be turned and wanted to know what my soul mate thought of sharing his bed with a killer.”
Damon snorts at the comment and I smile coyly, “I told him you’d probably love it.”
Damon snickers, “Sparkle boy really has no idea that you already share your bed with a reformed serial killer?” His eyes are lit up with humor.
I shake my head and smirk, “Nope.”
He holds me closer and whispers seductively in my ear “I can’t wait for all the hot vampy sex.”
I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed and I couldn’t stop the tingles that caressed my body from his words.
“Damon!” I yelp out.
He laughs and in a blink he has me pinned under him on the couch and has nestled himself between my legs. His nose brushes mine and he kisses me. I run my fingers through his hair, lightly scraping my nails along the back of his neck. He moans in appreciation, then deepens the kiss. It’s pure bliss as our tongues dance around each other. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
Damon pulls back to look at me. He is breathless and his eyes are full of lust. He licks his lips and takes a deep breath, “Please tell me that’s everything we need to know about the Volturi, because–“
I cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him with a passion. I pause briefly to tell him, “No more talk about them. You know everything, now let’s…”
He’s the one that cuts me off this time as he plunges his tongue into my mouth as he glides his hand up and down my thigh. He kisses along my neck, tugging at my jacket. I sit up so he can pull it off. “This needs to go,” he murmers huskily. He yanks it off and slings it over the couch, where it lands with a soft thud on the floor.
I quickly undo the buttons on his shirt, he then shrugs out of it and I briefly take in his form, watching his muscles flex as he did so. It was a sight I would never grow tired of. I will always want this man. I will never have enough of him, I thought. He softly smirks as if he knows what I am thinking. I look up at him through my lashes as I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. I then press my lips along his shoulder, his collar bone and his neck. His smirk fades as he watches my movements with a lustful gaze and brings his hands towards my face. He kisses me gently at first, then he bites my lip. When I gasp, he takes it as an invitation and passionately deepens the kiss.
Damon ends the kiss, grabbing the hemline of my sweater. I lean back just enough so that he can take it off. He softly moves his hands up and down my back my back as he kisses my shoulders and neck. His fingers expertly undo the clasp of my bra while he nibbles lightly on my ear lobe. He slowly runs his tongue back down my neck and onto my shoulder as he moves the straps down, finally removing the bra completely and letting it fall to the floor.
Damon cups my breasts as he kisses me lovingly. His fingers find their way to my nipples and he twirls them, making a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. I thread my own fingers into his silky hair, tugging at it lightly. He pushes me onto the sofa, settling in between my legs, once again. He pulls away, and I can see a fire in his eyes as looks at me. He smirks softly as he leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down my throat and onto my chest. He reaches my nipple and flicks it with his tongue before gently sucking it into his mouth. I couldn’t stop the moan that parted from my mouth as the feelings of arousal overtook me.
I flutter my eyes closed as he turns his attention to the other breast, kneading both of them with his hands. I reach for his face, pulling him to me.
“Damon, I want you.” I barely whisper out. He smirks at me, leaning into my face. He thrusts forward, his erection seeking friction against me.
“Hmm…What was that you said?”
He thrusts forward again and the movement is leaving me wanting for more. I manage to say “I want you” a little bit louder than before. His smile is smug as he leans in closer, our noses touching.
“And how do you want me, Belle?” His voice carries a seductive purr to it, making my insides turn to goo, leaving me tingly all over.
I hold back a shiver and murmur back, “Anyway I can get you.”
With that, my lips make contact with his and I kiss him passionately, grabbing his hair, wrapping my legs around him and pulling his body closer to mine, seeking the friction that I so desperately want. He softly growls and unlatches his lips from mine. He gets up on his knees and rips the belt off my jeans and before I know it, my jeans are off and he standing up stripping his own off. I can hear a clunk as his belt buckle hits something before falling to the floor.
He blurs and instantly I feel him inside me. He kisses me lightly looking into my eyes.
“Is this what you want, Isabella?” He pulls back and thrusts inside me once again. All I can do is moan in pleasure. I grab a hold of his shoulders as I wrap my legs around his waist. I use my legs to pull him deeper into me.
“Isn’t this what you want, too?” I whisper into his ear. He releases a guttural moan as his lips meet mine. We meet each other thrust for thrust. He slows us down after a bit and sits up, pulling me with him so I sit straddled on top of him. His hands grasp my face as he looks at me, “I want to see you. All of you.”
His hands make their way down my neck, onto my breasts and finally settle on my hips. I feel myself clench around him at his words and his touch. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against his.
“I’ve missed you so much, Damon… I missed this…” He rubs his hand up and down my back and kisses me tenderly.
“I love you, Bella.”
“And I love you, more,” I say, the feelings washing over me as I give into the moment.
We pour so much love to our kisses and touches as we make love, our hands and mouths exploring each other. Just when I think I could never have enough, I feel my body starting to go over the edge.
Damon grabs my hips and I can barely hear him when he speaks breathlessly, “You feel so, so good, so tight…”
He guides my hips as his thrusts get faster. He sits up straighter pushing me forward a bit. It changes our position and I feel him even deeper inside me and I close my eyes, basking in the ecstasy. I can feel myself going further over the edge….
“Damon!” I moan. The next few minutes are a haze as both us reach our orgasms at the same time. I swear I could see a white light flash behind my eyelids.
Once we are finished, Damon and I lay on the couch. He lays behind me with his arms around me, kissing my shoulder. He leans into my ear and I can feel his smile.
“That was incredible.”
I answer with my own smile and a lazy nod. “Hmm, it was.”
I think it’s safe to say both of us are blissed out. Damon rubs his hand gently up and down my arm kissing at my shoulder and my neck.
“Let me give you some blood.” He says in a husky voice.
“Only if you take some from me.”
He smirks and nods. He bites into his wrist, bringing it towards my mouth. He lets me drink for a minute before I feel his fangs pierce my skin. It is the most amazing feeling to have him drinking my blood as I drink his. I couldn’t ever deny that blood sharing brings us closer together. It makes our bond stronger. In a way, it was more intimate than sex itself. Not only do you feel the bonds you have strengthen through blood sharing, it can also be rather arousing. Damon and I give into our feelings once again, taking the time to enjoy each other.
An hour later, we could be found on the couch sleeping in each other’s arms. That is, until a loud knock on the door wakes us up.
We both jump up to find our clothes strewn across the room. Damon slips his jeans on and tosses me his shirt. I quickly button up the shirt and sat down. He smiles at me before he opens the door.
“Blondie!” I hear him exclaim. He opens the door and steps aside to let Caroline in.
“Do you know that you can literally smell the both of you as you step out of the elevator??” she says bluntly as she sets down a black duffle bag. I blush and give her a sheepish grin. Damon waltzes over to the bag and unzips it.
“We have been rather busy.” He says smugly.
Caroline rolls her eyes, while Damon pulls a shirt out of the bag puts it on.
“So what’s been going on downstairs?” I ask.
Caroline laughs, “I think the wonder duo is starting to get frustrated. They keep trying to start a conversation or ask questions and we either give them short, snippy answers, or just ignore them completely. Charlie rented a rather large suite and had Bonnie spell it so no Cold One can leave once they enter.”
It was my turn to smile smugly as I thought of how ingenious my father could be.
“I bet they just hate not being the ones who are in control and not knowing what is what. They lost their gifts, so they can’t really manipulate anyone.”
Damon remains quiet as he fixes himself another drink and joins me on the couch. He pulls me to him and kisses my cheek.
“What did they want to know?” He asks.
Caroline shrugs, “Well they basically wanted to know when Bella left Forks, where we live, if you like it, how we all know each other… They were more nosey than I am, if you can believe that!”
I nod my head in agreement. “Oh I believe it!” Caroline smiles broadly.
“Edward asked Charlie about Damon and if the age difference bothered him”
Oh boy, I thought, looking to Damon. He smirks as his eyes light up, “Papa C just loves me!”
Caroline just giggles. “He does, actually.”
She raises her hands in air quotes and she deepens her voice to imitate Charlie, “Now listen here, Cullen! Damon Salvatore is the best thing to ever happen to her. He loves her and he is more of a man than you will ever be! He would never abandon my daughter! Never! You lost any right to know anything about Bella the day you left her! I think it’s the pot calling the kettle black when asking about age difference. It’s not like you’re actually seventeen. So shut it right there. Not another word from either one of you until your family gets here. Do we have an understanding?” Caroline finishes Charlie’s speech with a wide grin on her face.
I smile at her, “You were proud of him, weren’t you?”
She bounces slightly in her seat. “Yes!” She exclaims. “He was so bad ass!”
I snicker at her. “You do know that he’d stand up for you too, right?”
She sighs. “I know..…I just want you to know that I’m proud to have you and Charlie as family. You both have helped me be a better person. I love you!!”
She gets up and hugs me. “You got to get dressed and meet us. The suite Charlie got is on the top floor. There’s some clothes and clean underwear in the bag.” She winks at me and blows a kiss as she walks out.
“Hey! What about me? Where’s my goodbye?” Damon shouts after her.
“Later, Jackass!” She calls out.
A giggle escapes me as he rolls his eyes and takes the last sip of his drink. I got up and went to the bag, finding some jeans and underwear. I quickly put them on before Damon and I head to the elevators to go meet with the Cullens. I am so not looking forward to it, but I know that as long as I have Damon and my family by my side, all will be fine.
We stand there waiting for the elevator as Damon embraces me.
“Are you okay with this?” He asks, once again worried about me.
I sigh and tell him, “I honestly don’t care what they have to say. That part of my life is long gone. You, Charlie, Liz, Caroline, Stefan, Elena and Jeremy are my family. Mystic Falls is my home. It’s where I belong; I’ve never been happier.”
He smiles at me and pecks my lips. The elevator doors then open with a musical chime. We step in and Damon pushes the button for the top floor. He grasps my hand, entwining our fingers. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “Have I ever told you how sexy you look in my clothes?”
I can feel my cheeks bloom into a blush. His eyes twinkle and his lips break into that devilish smirk of his. I swear that smirk will be the death of me some day.
Beta Credit: Cuinawen