The Writer
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 11
I came back to myself mere seconds later as he was laying me on the bed, the confusion I felt at having lost consciousness for any length of time clear on my features as my gaze locked with his. "What happened? I didn't think vampires could pass out?"
He stood to his full height and shot me that cocky smirk as he tucked in and buttoned up his trousers.
"They don't—usually, but you'll find being with me a bit different."
I scowled and ran a hand through my messy hair. "So you did that to me?"
He glanced back at me as he took out a fresh shirt and slipped into it. "Not intentionally, per se, I just didn't hold back my gift. Some females find it difficult to handle the combined sensations."
I sneered at the mention of other females, surprising myself at the intensity of the possessiveness that shot through me. "Mine!" I hissed as I shot up into a sitting position. He merely looked back at me with an arrogant smirk as he fastened the last buttons and tucked the shirt in.
Predictably, his reaction pissed me off and I couldn't hold my tongue any longer, but before I could get a word out, he pinned me with a steely look. "Be very careful with that temper of yours little girl. If you think I can't handle you just because you're now vampire, you'd better think again."
I curled my lip and raised my chin in defiance. "God, you're such an asshole," I hissed in contempt.
He was on me almost before the last syllable passed my lips and once again, I found myself face down, over his lap as he proceeded to light my bare ass on fire.
"What have I told you about respectin' me Isabella?"
I growled and squirmed as much as I could in his unbreakable hold. "Maybe I just don't give a fuck what you said?"
He chuckled. "Yeah? Well, let's remedy that, shall we?" With that, he picked up the pace and strength of his swats and, to my everlasting shame, I whimpered. I couldn't help it. It fucking hurt!
'How the fuck could this be?' I thought to myself as I desperately but futilely tried to use my new strength to my advantage. Never in my wildest dreams or nightmares did I think that a spanking could hurt a vampire…
Jesus, was I ever wrong on that account!
The physical pain, admittedly, had come as a surprise, but what really shocked me in all of this was the emotional pain I now felt. I couldn't explain it really, but deep down, I knew I had disappointed my mate, and that… fucked with my head just a bit.
No longer able to contain my reaction, I cried out, "P—please stop Major! Oh god it hurts!"
He kept the swats up as he spoke, his voice calm and sure as he rained down hell fire on my ass. "I'm sure you have an idea of what I want to hear Isabella…"
I stopped struggling and stuttered out as best I could, "I—I'm so—sorry for disrespecting y—you Major!"
The swats stopped just as suddenly as they'd begun and he turned me over gently and held me close to his chest as I sniffled against him.
Fuck, but this was humiliating!
On another, more primal level though, it was damned comforting and that part of me pulled myself closer to him and took what he was offering. To me, at this moment and odd though it may be, he felt like safety and strength and I relished the feel of his arms around me and the feel of his chest beneath my cheek and the deep purr that rumbled there as I took in his calming scent.
A knock on the outer door broke the peace of the moment and he placed me back on the bed as he rose.
"Get dressed Isabella. We both need to feed and there are things I need to deal with that were postponed by your turning."
With that, he left the room and closed the door behind him and I sighed at the slight ache I now felt in my chest which I rubbed absently as I stood from the bed. Just what the hell was this feeling? I was pretty sure it had everything to do with him as all I wanted to do was get dressed as soon as possible and find him, which sort of pissed me off. Was I becoming dependent on the gorgeous asshole now? Every synapse in my brain rebelled at the thought, but my body and this ache in my chest had other ideas entirely and were driving me to get back to his side with all haste.
As I dressed, I gritted my teeth against the need and resolved to think of other things just to distract myself.
He'd said we had to feed and apprehension filled me at the thought as I discarded the shirt I had just shredded when I'd tried to pull it over my head. 'Guess I'll put a little less english on dressing from now on…'
Successfully pulling on a shirt on the third try, my thoughts went back to feeding and I just couldn't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I would most likely be killing someone very soon.
Fuck.
I just didn't think I could manage doing that. I mean, how could I look into someone's eyes and fucking eat them in the next second? I shuddered at the thought.
Sure, I had pictured it and written about such things many times, but that was fiction! Pure imagination, as twisted as it may have been. But this—what I would be facing in just a short amount of time—wouldn't be, and my stomach churned with phantom waves of nausea.
Could there be an alternative? There certainly was in that one book series where one brother drank from animals and the other finally managed to content himself with donated blood bags… Yep, I would do something similar and he could just kiss my ass if he didn't like it.
Carefully fastening the tight black jeans I'd just shimmied into, I plucked some black, low heeled boots from the closet and pulled them on, feeling pretty accomplished since I'd only ruined two shirts before getting the hang of dressing in what now amounted to something with the consistency of tissue paper.
Stepping into the bathroom to run a brush through my hair, I finally caught my reflection in the mirror and froze.
'Fuuuck me,' I thought.
Ya know, I'd never been one for the whole vanity thing, but holy hell… even I could admit that I was now… well fuck, I'll just say it… Hot. Not that the female form ever did anything for me, but I wasn't blind either and as the realization of Bella 2.0 sank in, a decidedly evil grin bloomed on my face.
I turned slowly as I studied my reflection in the full length mirror; the now ripe curves that had only been hinted at in my human form while other areas had firmed into sleek planes. 'Fuck yeah,' I thought as I giggled—fucking giggled! 'I can work with this.' I grinned evilly.
'Other females eh?…' I thought with a derisive snort as my mind went back to what he'd said
earlier…'He'd better watch out now…gorgeous possessive fucker ain't gonna know what hit him when Bella 2.0 is through with him.'
With those thoughts in mind, I brushed out my long, curly hair that looked like it belonged on one of those fucking designer shampoo commercials, fluffed it, grinned wickedly at my new self and made my way out to where he was.
'Game on, ya delicious bastard. Game on.'
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