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The Siren Call

Summary:
“This is wrong!” I screamed aloud causing a cacophony of squawks as the nearby birds scattered in every direction, startled by my sudden angry outburst. My monster ignored my pleas as my limbs pushed faster than they ever have before. I was headed back to Forks. Back home. Back to my love. Back to Bella.... Edward can no longer wait after he left Bella. He's coming back wether it is a conscious act or not. But can he bring himself to confront her and beg for forgiveness? Or will he merely stalk from the shadows? Oh the delicious calamity! BxE, EPOV, Vampward! Companion story to my one-shot lace. This story is dedicated to the wonderful author addicttwilight2 and the loyal readers who demanded it.


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1. Insatiable Want

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Insatiable Want|

Isabella Marie Swan: My life. My love. My world. My reason for existing.

My addiction.

I left her behind. Abandoned the only love that I've ever known and ever would. But I feel it was for the best; my selfish presence only bought her misfortune after misfortune.

I’m no good for her.

Everyday my fragile mortal love would invariably risk her life to be with me. My every sense yearned for her blood; the saccharine smell called out to me like a siren and I was quickly becoming an avid auditor…

So delicious.

I wasn’t the only one to notice her piquancy, however. My brother Japer had been affected by her call and nearly gave in to her the day of her eighteenth birthday all thanks to a mere paper cut!

My clumsy beautiful human…

As if a ravenous vampire was her only problem.

If only she knew.

Before I left it was becoming increasingly more arduous to be around Bella without having certain…impulses. I would often times find myself battling with my inner man rather than my monster. Lying next to her sleeping form image after vivid image would begin to concoct in my mind. I would begin to imagine what it would be like to run my hands down her lovely figure, cup her supple breasts, taste the delicate, sinfully sweet skin between her thighs. A searing passion would ripple down my throat and echo into my groin, a delicious shiver evoked solely by my innocent Bell. Occasionally I would have to extract myself from her room all together fearing I was not strong enough to resist the covetous demand to sully her beautiful chastity.

Her blood or her body; a fight not so easily won and I was terribly weak with appetence.

Run Bella. Run.

But running was never an option for her, this I was all too familiar with. So, I did the one thing that I knew was good for both of us: I ran. I put as much distance between us that my heart would allow and I waited.

And so we’ve come full circle.

It has only been two weeks and I was already fighting to keep myself planted. I want to see her, smell her, hold her, taste her…

Get a grip Edward.

I swallowed the small pool of venom that accumulated.

Damn it.

I had lost it all. Even if I wanted to return to her -albeit this was utterly and positively out of the question- her scent would hit me and it would be biology all over again. I would have to desensitize myself anew and holding her would be a huge "no no."... But I could do it...

Selfish!

Hadn’t I put her through enough? Wasn’t that the reason I left? Why was I dying to go back?

Because she is my life.

My body twitched, my hands burned with a sudden need to touch her. I could already taste he fragrance in the air. The monster inside was rearing his head again, making decisions that were purely preposterous. Bella Swan was certainly better off without me; this something that I had, for my own sanity, to be sure off. My decision to leave could not wavier. The monster growled.

I need her.

You’ll hurt her!

I want her.

She can’t possibly want you after this! He smirked.

We’ll make her see.

I battled with my monster and, before I knew it, I was out the door of my lonely perch in the abandoned apartment building on the outskirts of Seattle. I couldn’t do this any longer; my heart wouldn’t allow it.

“This is wrong!” I screamed aloud causing a cacophony of squawks as the nearby birds scattered in every direction, startled by my sudden angry outburst. My monster ignored my pleas as my limbs pushed faster than they ever have before. I was headed back to Forks. Back home. Back to my love. Back to Bella.... No, this is wrong. I had promised her I would not return and I entended on keeping said promise, no matter how painful the circumstance.

But what if leaving her was, in fact, wrong? What if she did take me back? What if she still loved me? What if...?

“AHHH!” I yelled as anger and hope filled my cold heart simultaneously. I felt as though the defunct organ had somehow jump started, pumping pure adrenaline through my veins. I felt alive! Free! But alas…this was still preverse.

I pulled back, willing the rebellious extremities to stop moving. The monster gnawed at the chains holding him into place. My will was crumbling. He was going to win.

I need her!

No…please don't do this...

I want her!

NO! She's not going to want us!

We’ll make her see!

I sprinted faster, the wind whipped through my hair, lights blurred behind me as I entered the forest. All the time spent, every hour of waging war to do what was right for my love was now obsolete. I could have cried. I'm a coward, not worthy of the love I was now so tenacious to find.

I begged my monster to stop. Pleading, bargaining, wishing, hoping; nothing worked. Instead it motivated. My movements became more determinate. My speed more frenzied. I hit the Olympic National Park I knew I had lost this battle. My monster was determined to see her. I could only pray that she would be safe from me. Edward the Heartbreaking Vampire.

Isabella… I love you.