When; Evening of December 14th Rating; R Characters; Edward, Anita, Belle, Asher Summary; The first in person meeting between Edward and Belle Log;A meeting between old friends and new foes.
Eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her tone a bit sharper, more petulant, letting him know where his attention should linger, "The Mother of All Darkness. The original vampire. Are you interested now?"
And allowed the ardeur to reach further, touching all present. Sadistic fuck.
A slim eyebrow rose when she noticed the look Edward was giving her. It wasn't one she'd seen before and her curiosity got the better of her. Her head tilted a little; a silent question before an all too familiar rush crawled over her nerves.
Edwards eyes go from the softer blue back to hard as soon as Belle spoke, "Yes."
The hand holding silver detonator began to lower when the feelings of intense desire began to increase and Edward unintentionally began to respond to it, the bun by his side beginning to rise, twitching as it rose slowly.
Edward breathed slowly, trying to relax, but his heart wouldn't stop racing.
"I can't Anita...." Edwards eyes darted between the other three, until they stopped while he was looking at Belle, "And I don't know that I want to..."
Belle laughed again, this time it was tangible, like body-warmed silk brushing intimate flesh. She did move, behind Anita this time, matching the other woman's height thanks only to the heeled shoes.
"You want to put the gun down, Death," Belle murmured, brushing Anita's hair away from her neck, leaning in to press lips to flesh, one pale hand snaking around to grope a breast through Anita's clothes, pressing Anita's back to Belle's front, the other looking for the closure to Anita's shirt.
The breath she'd been holding escaped with a harsh gasp the moment she felt Belle behind her. The ardeur flared hot under her skin, making her hands clench into tight fists. Her eyes were locked on Edward as she abesntly tilted her head, allowing Belle all the room she might want.
Careful teeth bit down on her bottom lip, keeping any other noises at bay.
"I wouldn't have killed the old Anita like this...but you...I have no problem killing you like this. You've changed Anita...you're not the same challenge as you were."
Edward inhales again, and his gun comes up, pointed directly into Anita's eyes.
With a low growl, she pulls herself away from Belle, her attention locked on Edward. The beasts inside her clamour for release, and she silences them all with a vicious twist of her own power and will, then closes her eyes. A brief moment, then they reopen again, back to the dark brown.
"I will not be played with or put in the middle of this. Ed, you wanna shoot me, then fucking shoot me. Better make it a damn good first shot because I'll heal pretty much fuckin' anything."
There's a sharp shake of her head, as if to clear her mind.
"And you need to turn that shit off, Belle. I can't fucking think when I'm like that."
"You wish to partake in the most dangerous hunt, or am I mistaken?" Belle asked, tilting her head again, an eyebrow raised. "If you so desire to hunt under my banner, then you will be mine. For a time, at least."
Moves towards Anita again, lips pursing in a mou for but a second, then reverting to her sensual pout, "One does not turn anything off, Anita."
She makes a point to shoot Belle a look, but it's not as stern as it could be. Not with the ardeur still tugging at her. "Then put a lid on it for now. It can be fed later."
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And allowed the ardeur to reach further, touching all present. Sadistic fuck.
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Her jaw locked as she tried to fight it down.
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The hand holding silver detonator began to lower when the feelings of intense desire began to increase and Edward unintentionally began to respond to it, the bun by his side beginning to rise, twitching as it rose slowly.
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"Edward. Put it down. Belle, tone it down please."
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"I can't Anita...." Edwards eyes darted between the other three, until they stopped while he was looking at Belle, "And I don't know that I want to..."
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"You want to put the gun down, Death," Belle murmured, brushing Anita's hair away from her neck, leaning in to press lips to flesh, one pale hand snaking around to grope a breast through Anita's clothes, pressing Anita's back to Belle's front, the other looking for the closure to Anita's shirt.
The ardeur just continued to rise.
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Careful teeth bit down on her bottom lip, keeping any other noises at bay.
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"This feels so...liberating." He breathes deep, inhaling the Ardeur shivering as it filled him.
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"I wouldn't have killed the old Anita like this...but you...I have no problem killing you like this. You've changed Anita...you're not the same challenge as you were."
Edward inhales again, and his gun comes up, pointed directly into Anita's eyes.
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"All we offered was a target for his.. lusts.. and this is how we are to be repaid, Anita," Belle continued. "This is all he thinks of you."
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"I will not be played with or put in the middle of this. Ed, you wanna shoot me, then fucking shoot me. Better make it a damn good first shot because I'll heal pretty much fuckin' anything."
There's a sharp shake of her head, as if to clear her mind.
"And you need to turn that shit off, Belle. I can't fucking think when I'm like that."
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Edward pauses and looks down at his gun, his eyes widen in shock as he heard the words from his mouth.
"What in the-" Edwards eyes narrow and he looks up towards Belle, "What are you doing?"
Edwards gun arm slowly lowers, and raises spasticly as he fights the magic of Belle's Ardeur, temporarily regaining control.
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Moves towards Anita again, lips pursing in a mou for but a second, then reverting to her sensual pout, "One does not turn anything off, Anita."
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"I shall be taking my leave now, we have nothing else to talk about. If anyone follows me, I will detonate these explosives. Good-bye Belle."
Edward looks at Anita, and his eyes turn that softer shade of blue again, "....Good-bye Anita...." His voice has an obvious undercurrent of regret.
The man begins to slowly back away from the others, keeping his eyes shifting between all three of them.
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