Night 48: F31-F40 Hallway

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No assignment tonight. That was strange, Meche thought--but then, only a few people had replied to Hitsugaya's roll call, so maybe there just weren't enough of them who were in good enough shape to take on a new job. It made sense for them to take a little time off after what had happened last night.

There was that report--neatly handwritten

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inside F34.

[vitale]

Had she fallen asleep? Bella couldn't exactly remember eating dinner - had she seen her roommate?

But that didn't matter. Suddenly awakened by the sound of a knock on the door, the teenager was surprised to see nothing but black when she opened her eyes. So, she had slept through dinner. How late had she slept through the rest of the night, she wondered with a terrified thought. The knock at the door was enough to send a bolt of fear racing down her spine, and she instantly shot up and off of her bed, stumbling in the darkness as she moved towards the door.

After crashing into her desk corner (Ow. She cursed under her breath at that one.) Bella clicked on her flashlight that she had grabbed before leaping from her bed, she threw her door open.

... Only to see Edward standing there. "Edward?" she blanched, a frown instantly crossing her lips as she took a few steps back, allowing him to enter her room. "What are you- how did you- I should have gone to your room. I'm sorry, I guess I fell asleep during dinner."

Her eyes lingered on his chest, wondering how his wound was doing. Would he allow her to see, perhaps, just so she could calm her worry?

inside F34.

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The first thing he noticed was the apparent emptiness of the room. It had been dark and quiet before he had heard the rustling of the sheets through the door. Being the only occupant in the room, he must have awoken her. She surely wouldn't have wasted time sitting in bed - not after her adventure last night had probably instilled a dangerous sense of confidence. As much as he did love said confidence in her, he was still extremely wary of how potentially dangerous the hallway trips could be. Better him than her, after all.

The second thing he noticed was that the room was completely saturated with Bella's scent. It was quite wonderful, in fact. There were traces of another female - supposedly the truly psychotic one, if what Bella had told him was to be taken at face value - but it was nothing in comparison to Bella's. Briefly, he wondered why she was alone. Had something happened to the other girl? It didn't really matter to him, especially if the girl was dangerous; actually, it reminded him of the parallels between Jun. Perhaps the girl had been released. After all, the area immediately outside the room had no lasting scent around it.

Once his quick investigation of the room was through and he had propped his flashlight on her desk, he turned back to Bella silently. Her questions were expected, though he was unsure why she thought she should be the one coming to him. He wasn't a cripple, after all. Instead of answering the inquiries, he placed his hands on her shoulders - the thumbs barely brushed the edge of her breast bone under the collar of the hideous smiling face shirt - and he bent his head to hers, pressing his lips firmly to hers.

inside F34.

[vitale]

Bella was prepared to ask another question, to scold him for wandering out on his own, but suddenly she was silenced, and her eyes widened slightly before instantly closing.

Many things ran through her head at first at Edward's kiss - most of those thoughts had to do with telling him to stop, that he was injured and he shouldn't be doing such a thing when he still had a stab wound on his chest when he knew that there was a chance that she wouldn't be able to control herself (Especially after not been able to embrace and kiss him for what felt like months.)

Needless to say, those thoughts didn't last very long, and a soft sound escaped her. Before long soon she was kissing Edward back with a desperate need. Bella's hands were slowly creeping up his chest and shoulders and around his neck. Once one hand was placed around his neck, her other hand proceeded to take up the usual spot; her hand lifted and she ran her fingers though his dark hair, fingers moving over his scalp ever so lightly before stopping.

She had tried so hard to resist him, to think of his injuries and to make sure he thought about his injuries instead of his want for her ... but god dammit, she just missed him so much that it was practically tearing her apart inside. After being able to touch for months and months practically every second of the day, the thought that she hadn't been able to touch him for days was very near pain.

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His hands were as curious as hers; they didn't linger long on her shoulders when she met him with equal fervor, instead traveling down her back to lift the ends of her shirt, situating his hands in the curvature of her spine. He had the mind to cup them around her thighs and hoist her up - he had no doubt she would follow suit, wrapping her legs around his hips - but he still had that self-instilled fragility in his touches. That small, mental voice nagged at him, reminding him to stop, stop before the irritating burn in his throat became an inferno.

Edward was also not willing to brave her nagging about his wound if he tried that, because it would hurt.

Too son for his tastes, he broke away, licking his lips. Not nearly enough to make up for the time they'd spent alarmingly chaste, but it was enough for now. Even if she had reciprocated, he knew she'd still be worried over the wound before she saw its state now. Still feeling the glow of his arrogance from before, he grinned down at her and said, "That was worth the pain, don't you think?"

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[vitale]

His hands on her back caused her to shudder, wanting more from him and his chilled hands. Surely he knew what he was doing to her -

But all too soon he pulled away, and instantly Bella's happy thoughts were replaced by the eternal thoughts of worry. ... Not to mention his arrogance on the entire thing didn't help. Her expression when he pulled away was one of dry annoyance. "Don't push it, boy. I'll reinstate the five foot distance at all times rule."

Despite her protests, for the moment Bella found herself unable to move away from her fiance. Her fingers against his head moved slowly through his hair for a few more seconds before she looked up at him through her lashes once more. Moments later she was untangling herself, taking a few steps back so she could look at him without being blinded by the haze of lust. "Speaking of which, I want to see what your wound looks like."

At that point, Bella motioned towards her bed, ready to hold her ground if he protested.

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Oh. Well, at least he had expected the annoyance, or his pride might have been a little injured by that look. At least her increasing heartbeat tempo couldn't sound annoyed. Maybe I'm losing some of my touch?

With the mention of her little rule, the smile from his face was demoted to a frown, his lips pursed in displeasure. It wasn't the rule alone, really; he didn't like her walking away from him, either. Was she still so worried about the wound? - oh. No, of course she was. He slithered up to her quietly, just avoiding hitting his hip on her desk, to place his hands around her hips and twirl her so she was facing him. Gently, he pushed her past the bed until her back hit the wall beside it. "You're not going to see much in this light," he said, though the flashlight was shining a warning beacon to the ceiling, creating its own little sphere of light. If he'd had completely human eyes, he'd probably only seen the slight shine of her hair - or maybe the curve of her cheek. Picking up one of her hands, he placed it on raised skin where the wound had gushed blood only a few nights ago, lifting his shirt up with his wrist. "I swear it's healed," So the heat of her hand was alleviating the pain as well as sending a pleasant chill into his extremities. Ulterior motives, him? No. "Just a little sore is all."

His smile came back to his face crookedly. "So no five foot distance rule is necessary, I assure you."

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[vitale]

She should have known he was going to be difficult, but for some reason she didn't. When Bella felt his hands on her hips, she blinked in surprise, spinning around to face him as he slowly moved her towards the wall. Stumbling over her feet at first, her hands moved to grasp tightly onto his shirt so she wouldn't fall.

The wall behind her took her by surprise as well, and she hit it with a soft thump. Looking up at him in surprise, Bella frowned, knowing Edward was right. "Well, that's what a flashlight is for," she grumbled, turning her gaze away from him for a moment before looking back at him once she felt him grasp onto her hand.

Needless to say, her surprise only continued once the feel of his skin touched her own. Still chilled to the touch, Bella was taken aback by the feel of a scar. "Already?" She blanched, her fingertips gently dancing over the smooth skin before she pressed her warm palm against it, pleasantly surprised ... but she didn't show it. "But ... but last night it was bleeding and ..."

Why was she arguing? Looking up at him once Edward spoke once more, she felt her heart speed up at the sight of his crooked smile, and her free hand moved to press against his bare stomach, wishing for nothing more than being able to take his shirt off completely so she could take off her own -

"Oh," she said lamely, instantly changing her tone. Looking up at him through her lashes, she tried her hardest to attempt to dazzle him instead of him dazzling her. "That's good. Because I ... miss you."

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[sanguinario]

"I used to be able to reattach my limbs at will, and this surprises you?" Ignoring the fact that, yes, he was surprised himself, this thought amused him greatly. It was strange how Landel had changed him. He wasn't human... but he was. He was still cold, still dead, but slow and clumsy and someone who needed light to see. Goodbye, night vision. But he was weak. Oh, he was weak - in many ways. For a male who was fond of wrestling matches with his brothers and saw some semblance of joy in facing a vampire army (or at least the idea of it, since he'd sat out with some... coercion), being as weak as a human was uplifting. Because he could squish his fiancée against a wall and trail his hands along the soft curves of her bones and not be afraid they would snap like a bird's bones would.

So he could be stabbed. You win some, you lose some. This - this - was worth that.

He answered her confession with his own: "I love you." His next kiss showed her exactly how much he had missed her without using words.

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[vitale]

"Well, I never saw that happen," she told him with a frown, albeit she was relieved. "And if I saw such a thing happen chances are I would have freaked out just as much as I am now. Maybe even more." Honestly, how could she not be surprised at such a thing as reattaching limbs? It terrified her. But, then again, anything that had to do with Edward being in pain terrified her. Even when he wasn't injured she was terrified of the possibility of him hurting.

Bella's unpleasant emotions instantly vanished at his words, and her frown quickly curled up and into a smile. Before she could respond, his lips were pressed against her own at a pressure that made her shudder from her head to her toes, and instantly her hands once again locked around his neck and into his hair.

Despite Landel's taking them from their homes and getting them almost killed every night, there was one good thing about being there. Edward, who always felt the need to hold back, could now touch her and hold her and kiss her without any reservations.

... Though, even if he could do such a thing, Bella couldn't help but wonder if he would actually sake the chance. Just because it was there didn't mean he would automatically let go of any fears he had, though. ... And that, she hated to admit, made her somewhat annoyed.

No matter. If he couldn't make the decision on his own then she would help him.

At the thought, Bella couldn't help but smile against Edward's lips, excited for the opportunity.

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[sanguinario]

Voicing his pleasure with an audible, "Mmmm," he pulled back before the sound became a little too vocal - and before his mouth became a little too wet. His venom was still a danger, whether or not people seemed to... not be harmed by it. Actually, he didn't have proof one way or another; the only thing clear was that it had lost the potential to turn humans to his kind. Venom had been an accident: he'd died immediately after. But the boy from last night had seemed fine... though, of course, Edward's glance at him had been cursory at best. He'd need to seek him out since he knew the boy was still alive.

"You taste as good as ever," he complimented, pressing his forehead softly against hers. The warmth was quite soothing; it seemed to reach tiny fingers into his own skin, warming his head. He rather thought his early-day metaphors of her being like alcohol were ringing true: she was easy to get drunk off of. "I have a proposition for you. Would you like to come with me outside?" He still hadn't the chance to see if there was any wildlife outside. In case Venom's plan failed - for whatever reason, though the vampire was sincerely hoping it did not - he needed a plan B. If there weren't animals, he would starve. He couldn't risk the fountain alone because if anyone were in the chapel, they would be more promising food sources than a standing pool of cold blood was. Secondly: he missed outdoors. Edward might have detested some aspects of Forks, but its wilderness was not one of them. He craved the fragrances of grasses, trees, flora, fauna. It was just... in his blood, so to speak.

"We could see the stars," he added, wondering if it might be added incentive. Perhaps he could use them to divine what day it was. There was no telling how many hours he had spent unconscious before his awakening, if any.

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[vitale]

Edward's words caused her cheeks to flush, and Bella bit her lip to stop herself from making a stupid comment. However, at his "proposition," she stopped biting her lip and responded. "Hm, why not? It's not like there's anything else to do."

Minus continuing to kiss and whatnot, but that was beside the point.

Untangling herself from Edward's reaching hands, Bella took a few steps away and reached into her pocket, grabbing her flashlight. She couldn't even remember when she placed it there - it must have been at his first kiss. Surely that was it.

"The stars, hm? Mr. Cullen, I do believe you're trying to get romantic with me," a smile, and the teenager moved towards the door, throwing it open before turning to look at him with that same happy smile. "Let's go."

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