Out of the Darkness

Chapter Eleven

Disclaimer: None of this is mine, nor will it ever be (sigh). I like to play with the characters that Stephenie Meyers created and make them do pervy things or become angels with a bad attitude.

Up next will be Edward's story. His history ... how old do you think he is? And is Edward his real name?

Chapter Eleven

BPOV

"Thank you for staying, Bella. I know that you don't know me very well and the idea of sleeping with a stranger ..."

"You're not a stranger," I said, pressing my hand to his mouth. "You saved me twice. I think I owed you one."

He laughed, his smile blinding and his eyes twinkling. He hugged me, nuzzling my neck and pressing a soft kiss below my ear. I shuddered. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"I liked it," I blushed, looking up at him. "Though, all of this ... it's ... you're an angel."

"I'm an angel," he frowned. He blinked up at me and cupped my cheek. "You need to know everything and the real threat to your life, pretty Bella."

"What? A threat?" I asked.

"Let me feed you and I'll explain everything, Bella," Edward said, helping me up. Staring into my eyes, he smiled softly. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he dipped his head, brushing his lips with mine. In my mind, I heard something. I love you. You own me and I will gladly give my life to save yours.

"What?" I whispered.

"You heard that?" he asked. I nodded. "I thought that ..." He cocked his head, sighing. "Let's eat and then I'll tell you everything. I promise." He kissed me once more, taking me into his kitchen. But, food was the farthest thing in my mind. I could hear Edward in my head?

Say what?

EPOV

Bella picked at her food. I could hear her mind reeling about the revelation about me, her, us, everything. I knew that I had to tell her about my past, my mistakes and Riley/Lucifer's threat to make Bella his. Now, while Bella picked at her food, I almost devoured the entire refrigerator. My body was still very weak from the poisonous arrow.

"How did you eat all of that?" Bella asked, her eyes wide.

"I don't need much food, but if I'm injured like I was with the arrow, I need to refuel with food and rest," I explained. "Are you okay? Need more?"

"Oh, no. You finish it," she quipped, pushing her nearly full plate toward me.

"You need this as much as I do," I murmured. "You're so slender, Bella."

"I'm too nervous," she said, wrinkling her nose. I took the plate and placed it in the fridge, guiding Bella to the couch that Alice had replaced. I settled her onto the couch, covering her with a fluffy blanket. I sat across from her, giving her space, but all I wanted was to hold her. She must have, subconsciously, felt my need and cuddled in my lap. I snaked my arms around her waist and used my wings to shield us from the world. "Why do you do that?" she asked.

"What?"

"With the wings," she said. "Wrap me up with the wings?"

"They're impenetrable. Save for the poisonous arrow from the devil, I'm pretty much indestructible. You're not. I want to protect you, Bella," I said, shielding her from as much as I could.