La Tua Cantante
As usual, this will come in two parts: Edward's pov and Bella's, but the first is always Bella's. I got this idea from watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, when Angel got shot with a poisoned arrow and has to drink Buffy's blood to survive. This is pretty much mid-Eclipse and the Volturi infected Edward with a disease called "Distruzione" (Italian for "Destruction") which only affects vampires and he will die unless he drinks the blood of his la tua cantante, which is Bella. This is just more hardships for Edward and Bella to fight through, but as always, they fight it together and never give up.
There are some adult-themed situations, so unfortunately this fanfic will have to be rated Adult instead of Everyone. Sorry to my younger fans, but please, exercise caution when reading this fanfic. It will get extremely detailed.
1. Chapter 1: Something Wrong
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"Okay...so are you sure you don't mind my two-week trip with Billy to Michigan?" Charlie asked for the millionth time."Yes, Dad, I don't mind!" I said, irritably, "Go, fish, have fun; I'll be fine. I have been alone before."
"Yes, and it will stay that way, you hear me?" Charlie said, firmly, accusingly.
"I hear you, loud and clear. Edward will not breathe while you are away." I had to stifle a snort at the literal possibility of that.
"Don't...get smart with me, Bella. I do not want Edward anywhere near this house while I am gone--or you at his!" He added, as I opened my mouth.
"Come on, Dad. Why don't you trust me?""I trust you fine; it's him I don't trust."
I rolled my eyes, "Don't start with me. I'm not doing this again, Dad, you are being completely unreasonable."
A horn honked and I shoved him towards the door, "Go! I'll be fine. Have fun."
Charlie grimaced, but left nonetheless. I watched from the doorway, waving to them as they left.
Once the car disappeared around the corner, Edward's arms snaked around my waist from behind, pulling me into him.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his, pulling them tighter around me. I tilted my head up slightly and nuzzled his neck. "Breaking the rules already, are we?" I smirked, not caring in the least what rules went broken anymore.
"Mm..." he kissed my jawbone lightly, "As if we haven't broken them all. I mean, I spend every night in your room."
"Yeah, well..." I spun around in his arms, wrapping mine around his waist, "What Charlie doesn't know...won't hurt him."
He rested his forehead against mine, "Ah, touche."
I wrapped one arm around his neck, buried my fingers in his hair and brought his head down to meet mine, crushing my lips to his, eager to be so alone with him.
He chuckled into my mouth and then spun me around, using my body to shut the door. He leaned me against it and I whimpered as he leaned in further to deepen the kiss. He placed one hand on the door beside my head, struggling to not break it with his fingertips.
"Mm..." I began trembling as he propped me in between his legs, squeezing my body between his thighs.
He tightened one arm around my waist, pressing me against him so there was no space between us, and grabbed one of my hands, slid our hands between our bodies, holding them to his chest, and then spun me around, dipping me gradually as he kissed me.
I arched my back and tilted my head back to deepen the kiss even more and my eyes fluttered open and shut in ecstasy.
I felt him suck gently on my bottom lip, before withdrawing it from in between his lips, and trailing his parted, trembling lips and the bridge of his nose, down my throat, sniffing in deeply. I probably should've been scared, but I couldn't bring myself to feel fear.
His lips, still parted, lightly pressed into the hollow of my throat and then he kissed it hungrily, pulling me even closer to him as he did so. He trailed his lips along my collarbone, up to the side of my neck, which he traced with his lips.
I then pulled his head up and reached my lips to his, desperate to taste as much of him as I could. He pulled me back up and walked us backwards over to the couch. He spun us around and threw me gently onto it before lowering himself on top of me, reaching his lips to mine immediately.
I pulled him even closer by the collar of his shirt and arched my back again, running my hands down his back and into his shirt, caressing his waist and lower back.
He began frenching my neck and I tilted my head back to give him better access, pressing myself further and further into him.
Was this really happening? If so, I hoped it never ended. I brought my hands around and traced the distinctions of his six-pack delicately with my fingertips, before timidly reaching for his belt to undo it.
As I suspected, he grabbed my hands and pulled away. But, when he looked at me, he looked pained.
"Edward?" I asked, breathlessly, shifting my weight underneath him to see him better. "Edward, what is it?"
Breathing even more raggedly than I was, Edward looked at me, smoothed out my hair on my face, kissed my lips softly, and said, so softly I barely heard him, "Bella...I...love you." Without warning, he collapsed off the couch onto the floor.
"EDWARD!" I knelt beside him and pulled his head into my lap, brushing his hair back, tracing his features with trembling fingers.
Did he fall unconscious? How was that possible? Was he sweating? I brushed a drop off his temple and gently shook him. "Edward? No. Edward. Edward. Edward. Edward. NO! Edward, can you hear me? Edward!"
No answer. He simply jostled weakly in my arms, his head lolling to the side.
My heart raced and tears flooded my eyes, streaming down my face. I couldn't lose him. Not again. I would not allow him to leave me again. There had to be an explanation for this.
Struggling greatly, I lifted one of his arms, wrapped it around my neck, and wrapped one of my arms tightly around his waist. Using all my strength, I managed to get him onto the couch, tripping several times, breaking random items, and knocking things over.
My legs were trembling so hard that I collapsed onto his chest weakly and sobbed hysterically. How could he be fine one second to practically dead the next? It didn't make sense.
Trembling so hard that it could have easily been mistaken for convulsions, I looked up at Edward and took his face in my hands. "Edward? Edward, please answer me. Edward!" I screamed out of pain and rage, "NO! Please...don't...not...come back to me."
Suddenly, I was being ripped away from Edward by Alice, who effortlessly carried me away.
"Bella, shh...it's going to be okay. Carlisle's here; everything will be okay. Calm down."
I hugged her so close that had roles been reversed, I would've been crushed. "Alice...I'm scared." I mumbled.
"I know, Bella." She assured me, comfortingly, "I know."
"Hold me," I pleaded, and she obliged merely holding me until I calmed down, rocking me back and forth slightly.
- Chapter 1: Something Wrong
- Chapter 2: Your Blood
- Chapter 3: Bloodlust
- Chapter 4: Appreciation
- Chapter 5: Proposal
- Chapter 6: Fear
- Chapter 7: Instability
- Chapter 8: Strength
- Chapter 9: Intimacies
- Chapter 10: Overwhelmed
- Chapter 11: Third Time's a Charm
- Chapter 12: Daring
- Chapter 13: Weakness
- Chapter 14: First Night
- Chapter 15: The Civil War
- Chapter 16: Scared
- Chapter 17: Dealings
- Chapter 18: Unrepentance
- Chapter 19: Comfort
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