Ok. This is my first fanfic EVER and I'm really excited about it! I hope you all enjoy it!
I do not own Twilight. Mrs. Stephenie Meyer does.
Damn vampire! I couldn't believe Edward would do that to me! He told me he loved me and that he'd never leave again and then he went and did that to me? How could he? I thought he didn't even like Tanya. Obviously, I was wrong. Likes brunettes better, my ass.
Emmett came over last night and he had told me that Edward had left for Denali and that he wouldn't be coming back. He told me that Edward had announce to the family that he and Tanya had fallen in love and that he wanted to make a "clean break" with me. I'd never felt more crushed in my life. Emmett held me while I cried and cried, until, finally, from extreme exhaustion, I fell asleep.
I hope that bastard burns in hell for all of eternity. I never want to see his face again. I burned everything that I owned that reminded me of him. The pictures, the cd's, everything. I cried and cried for days. It was like when he went to Italy, "to protect me."
That was a load of crap. He'd gone to Italy to die, and I stupidly went after him to save him, just barely making it in time.
A thought came to me just then. Italy. I could go to Italy, show the Volturi I was still human, and beg them to turn me. It was brilliant!
Jane, Alec, Felix, Demetri, Marcus, Caius...and Aro. Mmmm. Aro. Just thinking his name again sent a delicious shiver down my spine. Yes, ever since I first met him, I'd felt this amazing tingle in my body. I'd had numerous dreams and fantasies of him. Over me. Under me. Behind me. Touching me. Tasting me.
I laid back on my bed and let my mind drift. My mind went immediately to Aro. I was so thankful at that moment that Charlie was away for the weekend, fishing with Billy. He would have had a heart attack if he knew what I was thinking about doing.
I closed my eyes, smiling. I slowly ran my hands up and down my breasts, moaning softly. I imagined it was Aro's hands caressing me. I ran my hands lower, over my stomach. The familiar wet heat began to pool between my thighs. I dipped my right hand under the waist band of my jeans and panties, and pressed my finger against my clit, letting out a sigh. I began rubbing up and down.
I could imagine perfectly Aro's cold hands touching me. I slipped a finger inside of me, pumping in and out. "Mmmm, Aro. Don't stop. Harder, baby, harder," I whispered, pretending he was in my room with me. I pumped harder. I could feel my inner muscles beginning to tighten around my fingers. "Aro. Baby. I'm gonna cum. Make me cum, baby," I panted.
I quickened my pace. My muscles clamped down on my fingers as I exploded with my release. I panted for some much needed breath. My heart was pounding 100 miles an hour in my chest and my breathing was ragged.
Suddenly, I heard a loud growl. I gasped and my eyes shot open. I looked to where the noise had come from and there he was. The most God-like creature I'd ever seen.
Aro stood in my doorway, his eyes pitch black and his breathing just as ragged as mine. He just stared at me, wide-eyed, breathing through his nose. Another growl escaped him. Something told me that he had just caught the tail-end of my fantasy.
I slowly pulled my left hand away from my breast. He was watching my every movement. I pulled my other hand out of my jeans and panties and the raw scent of the results of my "physical activity" hit him like a blow to the face.
Before I could blink, he was on top of me, pinning my hands to the sides of my head and grinding his hips into mine. Oh, dear sweet Jesus. Aro Junior wanted to play. I could feel him against my thigh. I let out a gasp, which turned into a moan. Aro just chuckled.
"Hello, Isabella," he said, closing his eyes and running his nose along my jaw. I whimpered. God, my name sounded so good coming from him.
"Hello, Aro," I breathed. I could feel the heat between my legs start to come back, soaking my panties through to my jeans.
Aro let out a small growl. "I think it's time to come home to me, amore mio," he whispered in my ear.
"Can I at least leave my dad a note? I'm 18 and I've already graduated high school, so I can freely go as I please but, I want him to know that I'm leaving," I said.
"Of course, my child. Would you like me to pack your things?" he asked politely, smiling down at me. My face turned a brilliant red.
"If you don't mind, I guess if you want to," I said. He grinned and gave me a peck on the cheek. He released my hands and got off me and the bed. I sighed internally. I missed the close contact already.
I got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I pulled out one of the message pads Charlie had lying around and started scribbling my good-bye letter to him. I heard Aro quietly, but quickly, moving around upstairs in my room. A couple of times I heard him chuckle. I just brushed it off and finished writing my letter. I folded the piece of paper in half and scrawled Charlie's name across the front of it, just as Aro came gracefully down the stairs.
"Is there anything else, my dear?" he asked.
I frowned and looked down. "I want to say good-bye to them before we leave. They were like my second family," I said in a small voice. He knew exactly who I was talking about. The Cullen's.
He put a finger under my chin and gently lifted my head so I would look at him. "It's alright, amore mio. If that is what you wish," he smiled at me.
"Thank you," I whispered. He just took my hand and led me out the door.
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