Phantom Cruise- Chapter 3

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Now, having said that- welcome to chapter 3!

I'm thrilled that people are actually reading this! Before you get started, please note that it might get a little dark in some places, but it won't last because this is ultimately is not an angsty type of fic. But, ya can't enjoy the sunny days without having some rainy ones so...yeah.

As for the fight between Jacob, Bill and Edward- it is explained in a round about way in this chapter, but you should get a better, more detailed explanation later :)

All in time, Kay? So, let me know what you think!

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Chapter 3


~Bella~
I wanted to scream! I couldn't believe Edward was being such an overprotective, controlling ass. Okay, that's a lie- I totally could believe it. Not the "ass" part because I would never classify Edward as being an ass. I knew he thought that everything he did was to benefit me. His every action, word and thought was with me in mind. I felt the same way about him, but he had this tendency to overreact, to go with the more theatrical side of his nature. It was seriously starting to bug the shit out of me. I was standing there watching this fight, worrying about Bill, worrying about Jacob and then Edward has to intensify my worry a hundred times when he decides to jump in it!

And then he wouldn't even let me stay and watch so that I would know what was going on. He took me to some creepy-but-amazingly-hot blonde-haired vampire named Eric (who never even looked at me because he was too busy eyefucking Sookie) and asked - no,  ordered - him not to let me out of his sight until he came back and to make sure that I didn't get anywhere near the fight.
First of all, I'm dying with worry. What if something happens to Edward? What if Bill kills Jake? What if Edward kills Jake?

Jake has a certified Alpha Male Complex that causes him to believe he can take on vampires. That suggests he has a massive brain injury that requires aggressive and immediate medical attention, but because he's in denial that he's not actually Jack Dawson: King of the World, he began fighting two vampires rather than one.
Fucking brilliant, Jake! Bravo! I'll send a note and a fruit basket to your room thanking you for the panic attack.

Second of all, why did he leave me with some vampire I don't even know? Surely he wouldn't have done that without knowing that he wouldn't hurt me? I know the minuscule bit of information that Bill told me about Eric being his sheriff and I know that he isn't opposed to feeding off of human blood. That last part has me a little worried, but mostly just curious as to what I smell like to him and I'll be damned if he isn't too tall and intimidating for me to work up the courage to ask.

I kept thinking most of the time, "this is bullshit, this is bullshit" and then it hit me! Eric never acknowledged my existence; not even once. He leaned against the rail of the boat with his arms crossed over his delicious chest (God, I need to get laid) just watching Sookie and paying me absolutely no attention. It was obvious that Eric didn't give a shit what I did and that I was sitting there of my own accord. Not because I had no choice- because Edward said so.

How fucked up is that? Why am I always doing what he says?

Because I love him.
Oh…that was easy.


I was scared there for a minute- I thought I was on the verge of some feminist epiphany. Whew! Glad that's over!


I sat there with Eric, the pining-in-a-sexy-way alphavamp, until I noticed Edwards frozen body come floating out of the dining room. My first thought was "what the fuck!" and then I saw Harry Potter and his friends behind him all holding wands up and levitating Edward, Bill and Jacob. Harry stopped and explained to me that they were trying to get everyone in their rooms before they undid the spell and asked if I could lead the way to mine and Edward's cabin. On the way he asked me where Jake's was, but I really had no idea. I didn't even know he was on the boat until he ran up on me and Bill out on the deck.

Long story short- he started his whole 'vampires are bloodsucking monsters' spiel, Bill tried to be calm and civil, Jake was less than courteous, words passed, fists flew, Jacob morphed into a giant wolf and the barbarian behavior ensued. And apparently, Harry Potter came to the rescue.

We made a sort of convoy to our room so we could get Edward settled first and then they left to get the others back to their rooms. The plan was not to undo the spell until everyone was safely locked away with their mates to help prevent anymore caveman behavior.

I had a little while to wait while they found everyone's proper places so I went to go get changed and brush my teeth while I waited for my vampire honey to wake up so I could be mad about the fact that I can't smack the shit out of him for making me worry and leaving me out because I would be the only one getting hurt in that scenario. I changed into some white silk lingerie that Alice packed for me. Nothing too scandalous, just a tank top and shorts outfit, but it was surprisingly very cute. I brushed my teeth, washed my face all the while thinking.

Always about the same thing. I cannot wait to be a vampire.

Edward thinks he's doing all these wonderful things for me and I get it- I really do. But, all it's really doing is making me want to be a vampire even more. I can't have normal arguments with him because he takes my breath away and makes me incoherent, not to mention the fact that he's made of stone and I'm made of blood and bones. Blood, by the way, that it physically hurts him not to drain out. I  hurt him by being human. I can't be with him in the one way that I'm looking forward to more than anything else because he's terrified that he'll hurt me or worse, kill me. Death by Edward sex doesn't sound so bad to me, but I'd never say that to him. He'd probably tie me up somewhere after that.

I put down my toothbrush and walk back to the bedroom to wait for Edward to come back to life - or undeadliness or whatever the hell - thinking that tying me up definitely has possibilities, but Edward's plans and mine wouldn't match up, I'm sure. This being human thing is continuously unhealthy for me. Not only am I always in danger of something, I trip over my own two feet, I'm increasingly angry and depressed over my impasse with Edward and my mind is constantly in the gutter. Once again, I'm thinking about how badly I want to get laid. See what I mean?

Now, I'm sitting on the bed right beside Edward and dammit he looks so sexy all laid back the way he is. His arms are stretched out in two different directions, but otherwise he's in the perfect position for me to just climb up and lay my head on his chest.

Or…

The wheels in my ever-perverted head start rolling, my breathing hitches with excitement and I wonder how much time I have before Edward starts moving again. I inch closer to him, placing my hand on his chest. The top two buttons of his white shirt are already undone. What's the harm in undoing the other three or four? I can't stand the thought of taking the time to get all those buttons out of those tiny holes with my shaky hands so I do something I've been dying to do since the day I laid eyes on Edward. I take his shirt in both hands and rip it apart, buttons flying everywhere so that his smooth, muscled body is exposed. I run my hands down the icy planes of his perfect chest, to his chiseled abs and…stop.

I glance downward getting ideas and visions in my head. I can't help but wonder since Edward is like stone….does that mean he's always hard? I consider undoing the buttons of his trousers to find out, but horny as I am, I can't bring myself to do that to Edward. When the fuckery fairy finally decides to bless me with hard, shiny Edward penis, it will be voluntary and consensual on both our parts- not while he's frozen like the most perfect dildo in the existence of the universe.

To stop myself from doing any of these crazy schemes I've cooked up in my head in the last ten seconds, I lay down and snuggle up close to Edward, putting my head on his chest like I wanted to do in the first place. And then I scoot closer. And closer because it feels like I just can't get close enough. Before I know it, I'm top of him in thin silk pajamas that allow me to feel absolutely everything. I can smell his intoxicating scent, run my fingers through his hair and hell, I can even wrap my legs around his waist because his back is arched off the bed a tiny bit. I'm tempted, but I forego that last one thinking that might be considered vampire date rape or something. I force myself - and oh my God, is it hard, no pun intended- to get off of Edward and just lay beside him with my arms around his smooth, cold skin and my head on his chest like the good, innocent girl that I am. With any luck, when he wakes up he'll be disoriented, see his shirt is open, me lying here in very little clothing and proceed to ravage me.

But, as previously discussed between Edward and I in Twilight- I don't have that kind of luck.

~Edward~
Being immobilized is fascinating when you've lived for as many years as I have. Your body stops moving, but your brain keeps functioning perfectly. I could still hear, see and feel everything.

Including Bella.
On top of me.

I could tell she was vacillating between aggravation and worry from the time that she saw me hovering out of the dining room to the moment Harry placed me on the bed and left us alone. I heard the bathroom door close, water running, the scrubbing of a toothbrush, Bella gargling and the sound of silk sliding against satin skin. I was able to see Bella a bit when she sat down on the bed beside me and I noticed that her "pajamas" were quite see through. She wasn't wearing a bra. If I had my mobility, I would have averted my eyes, but as it was, there was nothing to be done. I could think of millions of teenage boys across the world who would give anything to be able to use that excuse. "I'm sorry, babe. I can't stop staring at your tits because Harry Potter froze my face." Yeah….right. So I tried to enjoy it guilt-free while it lasted.

She was driving me wild just sitting there beside me, but I'm guessing that wasn't enough for her since she started running her fingers along my chest. It felt incredibly good. Then, she completely took me by surprise and ripped my shirt off! There's no way I ever would have allowed that in any other circumstances and I'm positive she knew that and was taking advantage while she could. I relished in the feel of her hands sliding down my chest, over my stomach and I started to get a little nervous wondering how far she was willing to go with this little experiment. I might be "bizarrely moral" as she puts it, but I'm still a man and half of me was hoping she'd continue with the treasure hunt while the other half of me loathed myself for even having the thought. That was no way for either of us to experience the joy of giving ourselves to the other.

Bella's thoughts, for once, seemed to be in line with mine and she laid down beside me placing her perfect head of soft mahogany hair on my bare chest. I was thinking of how incredible and breathtaking that lovely creature beside me was when I felt her scooting closer. It didn't take long before she was right on top of me and I could see  everything.

She was not only braless, she was sans panties, as well and her silk shorts were just that- short. And thin and they hugged the curves of her hips like they were made for her and her alone.  For the love of all that is holy, I thought I was going to combust just from feeling her sitting on me.

She ran her hands over my body, but when she leaned forward to place her fingers in my hair it was almost enough to make me overcome the immobilization charm on my own. Her body was pressed almost completely up against mine, her smooth, bare legs threatening to wrap around my waist and her scent- the smell of her hair, her breath, her throat- was all  right there. If I had ever been stupid enough to let things get this far with us before, I don't think I could have stopped myself from taking her one way or another. Somehow I'm convinced that I would have chosen her body over her blood seeing as I could feel every inch of her through the silk and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her and make her mine in every way imaginable. My conscience was malfunctioning, but other parts of my body were ready to take up the slack in any way they could.

That's when she raised up - she didn't even kiss me, for which I was gravely disappointed - and laid back down wrapping her arms around me. She felt tense for a moment or two after, but when she did finally relax, she snuggled up and threw her left leg over me causing the already short shorts to look more like underwear which did nothing to alleviate the overwhelming sexual desire I was not doing so well at battling. Being unable to move certainly did help the situation tremendously, but what about when my mobility returned? Would I have control over where my limbs landed when that happened? Because if I didn't, I was risking Bella getting hurt or seriously taken advantage of, although I'm sure she wouldn't see it that way as fixated as she was on getting me naked.

I thought, at the time, that it couldn't be much longer before the spell was undone and so I tried to brace myself for the moment when I would be able to move freely again so that I could stop anything that might be potentially dangerous, but Bella had me so crazy that I couldn't focus. Imagine that- all these extra sharp senses and I couldn't focus. I know I've said it before, but it bears repeating: this girl was going to be the death of me.

I thought I would try to reach out and find Harry's mind so that I would be prepared when he got ready to undo the spell so I stopped focusing so much on Bella's leg being thrown over me - the way I wanted it for the rest of forever - and put most of my effort into Operation Find The Wizard. It was entirely too easy and so I was able to go back to fantasizing about ravaging Bella more quickly than I would have liked. Or at least more quickly than the side of me that was thinking rationally would have liked. When the time came, I heard Harry's counter-spell before he even spoke it aloud and when my motor skills returned, I flipped over on top of Bella so fast I'm absolutely certain she didn't see it or feel it before I had one hand behind her head and the other around her waist.

It was only twenty-seven seconds from the time she laid down and threw her leg over me, but it felt torturously prolonged to me.

I immediately kissed her with an intensity that surprised even me. It was passionate, desperate and forceful. Bella didn't seem to mind in the least as she was kissing me in return with as much vigor as she could manage. Before I knew it her legs were around my waist just the way part of me wished for them to be only a minute before. The friction was unbelievably fantastic and only spurred me even more out of control. This was not the Edward Cullen that Bella was accustomed to. It wasn't even the Edward that I, myself, was accustomed to.

And I  loved it.

I loved Bella with every single part of me and I knew I'd never intentionally do anything to hurt her. As intense as things were getting, I was still trying to be careful with Bella, but everytime she rolled her hips up into mine, I forgot myself a tiny bit more. She began running her hands along my sides, trying to find the seams of my shirt to pull it off, I thought. I didn't want to move my hands away from her body, but I was feeling just as needy as she was - if not more so after one hundred plus years - so I briefly removed my hand from behind her head, grabbed a side and pulled. It fell around us in shreds and I heard Bella moan with what sounded like anticipation. The quiet sound put me over the edge. I was still managing to retain a little of my restraint - a minuscule portion admittedly, but it was still there - but when that beautiful sound escaped her lips and I knew I was the reason for it, I couldn't hold out any longer.

I reached for the bottom of her shirt and eager for me to get it off, Bella broke the kiss just long enough for me to pull it up, but not over her head. Desperate to be kissing again, we brought our lips roughly together once more and that's when I tasted it.

Things had gotten so uncontrollable that I hadn't even noticed when one of my teeth had pierced the supple skin of her bottom lip. The sweet blood met my tongue, swirled around like heaven in my mouth and lit my whole body on fire, consuming me. I wanted it and I wanted her. Immediately.

Smelling it underneath the barrier of her skin was one thing, but having it flowing inside me, making me feel indestructible was an entirely different situation. And this time, her blood wasn't tainted with another vampire's venom. It was clean and pure. All Bella. It was practically singing with love, desire and commitment, but at the same time it was bold, lustful and relentless. The most mouthwatering substance I've ever been fortunate enough to encounter by far.

I couldn't stop myself from sucking it off her flawless lips. Part of me was screaming in agony, demanding that I stop this, but the blood just kept flowing and I couldn't pull away. I couldn't even feel Bella fighting me if, in fact, she had fought me at all. Her body was still responsive to my touch, my hands lingering across her body touching places I'd never dared to touch her before. The taste of Bella's life flowed slowly out of her and into me as we continued to press into one another and kiss - or rather, she kissed and I just licked and sucked on her bottom lip. It was amazingly erotic.

Eventually, Bella stopped responding altogether although when that happened, I'm not the slightest bit sure. I was long gone, high on the taste of the blood that I wanted ever since the day I laid eyes on her. When it finally registered that she wasn't moving and I felt her shallow, almost non-existent breaths from underneath me, there was an anguished, tormented part of me that begged the monster to stop, to leave this rare and exquisite creature alone.

But I couldn't. I couldn't move away from her.

The blood stopped and I became completely still, a statue hovering above her with my mouth still circled around her lip, tongue pressed to the tiny puncture that began my slow and blissful descent to my own personal hell. I was afraid of what I would find when I finally looked at her. Terrified, actually. I couldn't even feel her breathing under me anymore.

It was at that moment that I truly died.

So, what do you think is going to/should happen now? I have a plan already, but I'm all ears (eyes...) for your theories and suggestions. What did you think of this chapter? It wasn't as entertaining as I would have liked, but this chapter had a mind of it's own so I'm just going with it. Also, we aren't going to hear from hear from more True Blood characters and Jacob soon. Patience :)

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