Creature of the Night by americnxidiot

A Twilight Fan Fiction Story

Summary

Bella Swan is engaged to her sweetheart Mike Newton. The two are driving through Forks one night
and the car breaks down. Lucky for them, there’s a light over at the Cullen place… Twilight/Rocky
Horror for the SMC Contest.

I, Bella Swan, am the luckiest girl in the whole darn world.

My sweetheart proposed to me in front of everyone at my best friend Angela’s wedding last week,
and of course I said yes. Mike Newton comes from a nice family, and he has a nice house, a nice

face, and a nice car. And damnit, he loves me so much.

If there’s one thing my mother taught me, it was to be careful about who I chose to marry. She
had eloped on a whim at a young age, and three years later was left divorced with a toddler. But
what else was I supposed to do? Mike and I had been going steady since the eighth grade. I was
new to Forks Middle School and hit him in the head with a volleyball in gym class. We introduced
ourselves and spent the rest of the class talking. Or at least he did; I kind of just stood there. After
that he followed me around between every class, every day for a month. He thought he was subtle
with his affection, but somehow I knew. Mainly because I overheard him speaking to Charlie when
he showed up at my house one afternoon to win his approval. Anyway after months of saying no
and avoiding him, I finally agreed to go on a date if he would promise to leave me alone

afterwards. And we’ve been together ever since. It’s the all American love story.

Charlie and Renee liked him well enough, even if he was “stealing their only daughter”. But Dad
knew I couldn’t stay a little girl forever. Mike loved me, and I was mad for him. We were nice
looking people and would have a nice family in this nice Washington town. Mike would work at his

father's shop, Newton’s Outfitters, and I could be a librarian or just stay at home with the kids.

Plus, and I don’t mean to sound improper, but Mike was a good kisser. He never got my cheek
slobbery and he knew to keep his tongue away from me. He learned that the hard way sophomore
year. When he was especially nice I kissed him on the lips, and they always felt nice too. He wore a
lot of chapstick, just in case a moment would strike me. When he gave me my engagement ring, I

even let him get to first base for five whole minutes.

So here we were, nineteen years old and engaged, driving down the rainy streets of Forks in Mike’s
nice car. Okay, so maybe we didn’t have a fairytale romance. And maybe when Mike kissed me,
blood never “boiled under my skin, burned in my lips” and my breath didn’t come “in a wild gasp”
like in that ridiculous book I read. But who actually had that anyway? Sure they were nice stories
to read about, but I lived very much in reality. In a very real town called Forks with my very nice
boyfriend, er fiancé. Mike made me feel warm and comfortable, and he could take care of me.

What more could a girl ask for?

The radio hummed an old song and my nice fiancé hummed along, a little out of key. I smiled at
him and rolled my eyes. The engine of his nice car sputtered a little, but then kicked back to life.
He took a right around a gentle curve. But he tires couldn’t keep up with the steering and we slid
on the road, hydroplaning across traffic. Luckily, no one drove on the roads out this direction. The
nice car sputtered and spun and I clutched tightly onto my armrests with a shriek. Mike frantically
attempted to right the vehicle but it was too late. The rear of the car skidded off the pavement and

into a ditch, leaving us at an awkward thirty-degree angle hanging off the road.

“Bella? Bella, dear, are you alright?” I gasped for breath and mentally checked my body parts to

make sure I was okay. Legs, good. Arms, good. Torso, intact. Head, shaken but okay.

“Yes, I am. Are you okay?” Before he could answer I realized the severity of our situation.

“I think–”

“Oh my God, Mike!” I clenched his balmy hand in mine and stared at him in shock, “My phone is
dead and you left yours at the apartment! We’re stuck in the forest and it’s dark! And we’ll never
get out of here and what are we going to do?” The questions and concerns burst into my head and
out of my lips and he didn’t have time to respond to any of them. I continued rambling until I

heard a–

“BELLA!”

“Yes?!”

Mike grinned widely, “I can see a light up ahead. We can just walk the quarter mile or so and ask
to use their phone.” He was very proud of himself for coming up with a solution. I was just irritated

that I would have to walk so far in the rain.

“Well, fine. Let’s get on with it.”

The two of us walked briskly through the storm, and I thanked the heavens that I had changed into
jeans and sneakers before leaving the apartment. The white t-shirt with a sweetheart neckline was
more of a problem. I was cold and wet and I felt entirely indecent, as my white bra would be
completely visible through my shirt in the light. Mike tried to grab my hand but I folded them in

front of me, annoyed that he’d gotten us into this mess.

As we approached the distant light, I suddenly remembered where we were.

“Mike, this is the Cullen place!” He stared at me blankly and I huffed at his ignorance. “Remember
Esme Cullen? The school nurse? She’ll definitely help us, two former students from Forks High
School.” With new enthusiasm, I ran the last two hundred feet to the front porch. The Cullen house
loomed dark and mysterious, but the light from the window was the only hope we had. Mike caught

up with me right as I raised my fist and banged on the door.

A minute later, no one had answered. But I could hear people inside so I knocked on the door

again, louder this time.

The noise inside quieted and without warning, the front door flew open, revealing a tall man with
blonde hair. He was dressed in black servant garments, and was undeniably handsome. At his side
was a petite black haired girl in a French maid’s outfit. I couldn’t tell if they were in costume or
were actual employees. The blonde man stared directly at my chest before blatantly running his
eyes from my head to my toes. I blushed furiously at the obvious appraisal.

Mike reached for my hand and this time I let him. “Hello, my name is Mike Newton and this is my
fiancée Bella Swan. Our car crashed about a half mile away and we were wondering if we could use

your phone? We’re both in a bit of a hurry.”

The girl’s blue eyes widened excitedly and she turned her head toward the empty foyer, “They’re
here! Everyone, they’re here!”

“Uh, what?” Mike and I were both lost for words, and that was the most I could manage.

The attractive blonde smiled at us, “There’s no need to be nervous.”

“I knew you were coming. I had a feeling,” the girl bounced up and down eagerly. “My name is
Alice and this is Jasper.” She jumped up and planted a kiss on the blonde man’s cheek. “I assume

you want to see the doctor?”

I stuttered for a moment, trying to understand what she was saying. “Actually, we were hoping to
use your phone and maybe to see Esme.” This house sent chills into my stomach and Mike’s
clammy hand wasn’t helping with my nerves, so I released him and wiped my palm off on my

jeans. And then remembered they were soaked. Great.

Jasper’s mouth dropped open, “But you have to see the doctor. The unveiling is in five minutes!”

Before we could figure out what she was talking about, or maybe ask for the phone again, Alice
linked elbows with Mike and me and led us down the hallway. Jasper followed close behind. Though
he had molested me with his eyes just a minute ago, I felt entirely comfortable with Jasper there.

It was the strangest sensation. I glanced over at Mike and he looked relaxed too.

We reached the double doors at the end of the hall and Jasper ran ahead to open them. Mike,
Alice, and I followed him in and were greeted by another bizarre sight. A gorgeous blonde woman
in a sequin short suit was chatting up a large pale man on a motorcycle. “That’s Rosalie and

Emmett,” Alice whispered, leading us toward the center of the room where a rainbow colored tank
sat full of water. I looked a little closer at the tank and–

“Oh my god, is that a body?!”

“Why, yes it is,” a smooth voice answered from behind me. I turned swiftly on my feet to find the
source of the response. Another attractive blonde man stood beside a woman I recognized as Esme
Cullen. Her companion pushed up the sleeve of his buttoned lab coat and glanced at his watch.
“And he’ll be alive in approximately two minutes.” The breast pocket of the coat read Dr. Carlisle
Cullen. I attempted to stealthily take in his appearance, but all covertness was out the window
when I saw his feet. Was he wearing heels? A closer look told me yes, he was wearing white sequin

pumps.

What was with this house?

I shivered and remembered I was in wet jeans and a very wet t-shirt, but I couldn’t bring myself to

care anymore. There were crazier and more indecent things here than a partially exposed girl.

“My children!” Carlisle cried, and everyone in the room ran to his side. Even Emmett, who looked
like he could lift his motorcycle, flocked to him like a small child. “The time has come. A project a
lifetime in the making, my creation is finally complete!” Esme clung to his side, rubbing his
shoulder comfortingly. The strange atmosphere of this place had altered even the boring school
nurse, because she looked beautiful and so very different than I remembered. “In less than one

minute, my Edward will have life!”

The doctor walked toward a row of switches on the wall, Jasper hot on his sparkling white heels.
Carlisle gestured toward the first one and his servant flipped it. Loud, whirling noises filled the
room, “The perfect male specimen, perfectly proportioned. Incredibly strong and agile. Edward
represents everything anyone could ever hope to be, and I am the one who gives him life.” A long

finger pointed toward the second switch, and Jasper flipped that one too.

“Edward, my boy,” he paused dramatically to build the anticipation, “It’s time for you to be born.”
With that Carlisle reached for the third switch himself and pulled it in an exaggerated motion.
Lightening crackled around the ceiling, and a white flash filled the room. I screamed and Alice

restrained my arms. Mike was just frozen in his spot.

And less than five seconds later, it was over.

Nothing happened for a long moment. The room was deathly quiet, the only noises escaping from

the giant circuit breaker on the wall.

I didn’t even know what we were waiting for until it happened. A soft groan escaped the rainbow
colored box. Carlisle threw a hand over his mouth in excitement as a wrapped hand reached up
and grabbed the edge of the plastic. It was soon joined by the second hand, and the body pulled
itself up to a standing position, legs wobbly and its entire being covered in an white gauze. “My
Edward!” Dr. Cullen looked pretty choked up as he watched his creature he glared at Alice, Jasper,

Rosalie, and Emmett. “Well what are you waiting for? Unwrap him!”

The beautiful and strange young people muttered abbreviated apologies and ran to the box,
grabbing the creature under the armpits and lifting him out onto the floor. Strands of the damp
white netting piled up on the linoleum until, finally, a hand was released. Then the other hand. The
groaning from behind the gauze became louder, and Jasper moved to the pieces by his face. Hands

and bodies crowded around the creature, unwrapping frantically and blocking it from my sight.

And then there was silence.

“Step away,” yelled Carlisle, his eagerness palpable as he approached the group, “Let me see
Edward.” With hesitant glances, Alice and her helpers stepped back. Carlisle shouted with

excitement as his creation was finally revealed.

And he was such a far cry from Frankenstein’s monster that it nearly knocked me senseless. My
thighs burned with an unfamiliar sensation, my abdomen tightening pleasantly as I scanned my
eyes greedily over… Edward’s body. His pale legs were long and toned, the limbs of a marathon
runner. He raised his arms over his head in a stretch and his biceps clenched visibly. I imagined
him lifting me over his head with ease. The lean muscles of his stomach were remarkably defined,
and his pectorals expanded and relaxed with every deep breath he took. The only clothing he wore
was a pair of gold briefs. I found myself fighting the desire to yank them off, and then blushed

furiously when I realized what I was imagining.

What was the matter with me, having such impure thoughts about a man who was not my fiancé?
To rid my mind of his body I glanced up at his face, though I don’t know why I thought that would
help. Carlisle was a master of his craft. And Edward was certainly a masterpiece, messy and damp
bronze hair plastered to his forehead and leading directly to his angular cheekbones. My fingers
wanted to run along his sharp jaw line. My lips and tongue wanted to explore the hollows of his

neck.

Carlisle reached a shaking hand out toward his creation and used his long fingers to shake out
Edward’s hair, water droplets gliding down his face and neck, along the crevasses of his stomach,
and further down to his… I blinked forcefully, trying desperately to ignore the burning heat
between my legs, and trying harder to identify this foreign emotion. It almost felt like… arousal.

This was kind of how they’d described it in the books.

“Edward, my creation,” Carlisle sighed proudly, “so strong.” The doctor ran a lone finger along the
contours of Edward’s chest and torso while the subject looked on, confused. “So perfect.” Carlisle
walked around Edward, examining his back and legs carefully with a smile. “Oh, you’re going to be
fun. With a massage and just a little bit of s-ssteam,” his breath hitched slightly on the last word,
his fingers dancing across Edward’s muscular shoulders. Esme jumped excitedly where she stood, a
few feet from Carlisle’s side. “You'll be good for relieving my tension.” My stomach flopped as I
tried to fathom what he was saying, and I suddenly felt a lot of sympathy for the beautiful

creature.

"He's a credit to your genius," Jasper raved.

"A triumph of your will," Alice added.

"He's okay," Rosalie sighed, seemingly uninterested.

Carlisle turned to the blonde girl with a deadly stare, and I sensed an impending argument. This

place was absurd.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we really just need a phone,” Mike squeaked. All eyes in the room shot
to him. All eyes but two. Edward’s eyes, a vivid green color, briefly flitted over my stupid fiancé
and then locked on me. My heart pounded erratically in my chest and the fire immediately returned
to my thighs and abdomen. The green darkened as his gaze left my face and moved down my
body; I remembered with a deep blush my unsightly and lewd attire, and I wished that he had
seen me before the rain ruined my clothes. But as his eyes moved down my neck and to the curve
of my breasts, his breath seemed to escape him, his lower lip falling down into a pout. It was rosy
and full and it nearly pained my own lips to be so far away. He continued his assessment down my
stomach and legs until he reached the floor. Then his eyes shot back to mine, burning with a
passion I had never experienced. Until now. An undeniable force demanded that I walk toward him.

I wanted to claim his lips with my own, to explore his fit body with my mouth and hands…

Carlisle clapped his hands, breaking us out of our moment. “Nonsense… er, who are you?”

“M-Mike Newton,” he gulped and pointed to me, “and this is my fiancé Bella Swan.”

I glanced up at Edward and he was staring at me again. His lips moved slowly and silently, forming
my name with a look of deep concentration. “Bella.” The man was making me into a savage, and
the years my mother spent ingraining decency and modesty into my brain were gone in an instant.
Every single emotion that I didn’t feel when Mike kissed me was flying through my body, and

Edward was only looking at me. I could only imagine how it would feel if he touched me, his arms
clutching me to him in a tight embrace...

“Well, Mike and Bella, it’s too late and too stormy. I insist you stay the night.”

Mike protested, “But–”

“Good, so we’re agreed,” Carlisle walked toward us briskly and shook our hands, “Alice and Jasper
can lead you to your separate rooms.” Mike raised an eyebrow and Carlisle smirked, “What kind of
place do you think we run here, Mike?” Everyone around us laughed at his question and Mike
turned red, mumbling an apology. My engagement ring suddenly felt twenty pounds heavier, and I
couldn't remember why I'd said yes.

Carlisle turned his head toward Edward, “And you. You better get your sleep tonight. You’ll need it
tomorrow.” Esme cackled with him and the two left the room together.

Alice grabbed my elbow and Jasper waved Mike to him, and the four of us left the room. I looked
over my shoulder one more time, needing to see Edward before I was rushed away. He met my
eye and mouthed my name again, this time with more confidence, “Bella.” And then the door

slammed behind us, removing him from my sight.

- - - - -

I rolled over in the comfortable bed again with a drastic sigh. My finger felt light, the ring resting
far away on the nightstand. I tried to feel guilty for my adulterous thoughts, but I could not find
that particular emotion. There were too many other things coursing through me, causing my mind

to race and my body to ache. Sleep seemed unlikely any time soon.

This was ridiculous. I was a betrothed woman. Edward’s immaculate torso. Mike and I had been
somewhat happy together for almost six years and we were going to be married. The fiery green of
Edward’s eyes. He had met my parents and been introduced to all of my friends as my husband to

be, and we would have nice jobs and a nice house and nice children. Edward’s plump bottom lip.

Edward. Edward. Edward.

Apparently there was no distracting me tonight from my greatest temptation. I didn’t know if it was
the house or if it was the man, but I was different now from the girl who had arrived here earlier.
The feeling of Edward’s appreciative eyes exploring my body aroused something in me. Something

new and terrifying and fantastic. I'd tasted blood and I wanted more.

I rolled over again and tried to will away the desire I felt in my lower stomach. My mind thought
back with regret to every time I had scorned a fellow female for pleasuring herself. I actually once
lectured a friend when she came home from Port Angeles with a vibrator. Masturbation seemed
exceptionally appealing now, and not at all distasteful. At least then I could get a break from this
agony. Instead I just rubbed my legs together and clenched my eyes shut, hoping sleep would

finally take me. In the morning we could leave and everything would return to normal.

The door cracked open so quietly I almost didn’t hear it, and I sat up in an instant. My hands found
the only thing on the nightstand, an alarm clock, and I prepared myself for a fight. The intruder
stepped toward me and into the light from the candelabra on the mantle. My heart fluttered at the

sight of him. The apple to my Eve. The Amy Fischer to my Joey Buttafuoco.

“Edward?”

His lips rose into a smile, white teeth visible even in the darkness. “Bella.” This time he actually
spoke, and what do you know? His voice aroused me too. I set the clock back down on the table
and crossed my legs, very aware that I wore only my baggy shirt and my bikini briefs. Without
thinking, I patted a spot a few feet in front of me on the bed. Edward glanced toward my hand and
understood, sitting down slowly and mimicking my posture. His emerald eyes flickered in the

candlelight. Every reason to avoid him and fleeting moments of guilt were irrelevant now that he
sat before me, perfection incarnate. Literally.

A muscular arm reached toward me, twisting a lock of my nearly dry hair around his finger. Then
he met my eyes again, “You… are Bella.” His proximity overwhelmed me, his scent and face and

smell consuming all of my senses.

My reply was shaky, “I am. And you are Edward.” Hands reaching out on their own accord, the
pads of my fingers finally touched his face, flitting lightly across his surprisingly smooth skin. A
palpable electricity flowed between our eyes and our bodies as Edward moved his hand from my

hair to my neck.

I should have been scared. This man wasn’t even alive four hours ago. He was created by a
scientist to be the perfect man and was, for all intents and purposes, a monster. But none of that
mattered as long as we were touching, not when he was staring at me with such wonder and

desire. I would put up no resistance tonight. Mike and Carlisle and everyone else be damned.

“I was so ready to settle with him,” the confession escaped my lips, though I wasn’t entirely sure
he even understood me. “I’ve only ever kissed before.” Edward’s other hand joined his first on my
neck and they moved together, dancing across my décolletage, grazing my skin with incredibly
gentle caresses. My fingers worked their way into his hair, eliciting a soft sigh when I pressed
firmly into his scalp. “I didn’t see the point of this, tongues and lips and heavy petting.” I moaned
quietly when his hands slid down between my breasts, caressing my stomach through my shirt. My

own hands felt down his naked back, enjoying the way the muscles ripped under my fingertips.

Edward’s hands slid around to the small of my back, pulling me closer to his body. Our knees were
touching. My breath was embarrassingly ragged, but then again, so was his. “You are beautiful,” he
whispered reverently, leaning forward to place a kiss on my bare shoulder. I faintly registered that
he had spoken as a shock of pleasure spread through me at the feel of his warm lips and hot
breath on my skin. His mouth trailed up my neck slowly, dropping wet kisses every few seconds.

His lips closed around my earlobe, and my control was lost.

Edward needed a friendly hand.

I needed action.

With a gasping breath I fisted my palms in Edward's hair and pulled his face to mine. For a
moment I thought about the chaste kisses I allowed Mike, and almost laughed at how things had
changed. I needed more. Within seconds his lips weren't enough, and my tongue glided quickly
across his beautiful bottom lip. He moaned and I pulled that lip between my own, sucking gently
before forcing his mouth open and onto mine. Our tongues met, clumsily at first, but with
increasing dexterity as we learned what the other liked. Edward's hand slid from my waist to my
shoulder and he gently pushed until he hovered over me on the bed. He held himself above me
with his strong arms, and that wouldn't do at all. I wrapped by arms around his back and yanked

him down onto me.

Something hard pressed into my thigh, and I froze.

I was inexperienced, but not naive. But instead of shame, I was filled with an overwhelming sense
of pride as I realized I had aroused him. With my tongue and lips and heavy petting. Edward left
my mouth and watched my face, before experimentally grinding his hips forward into mine. A
shock flew through me and I felt like an animal. I wanted to be dirty and sexual and uninhibited. I
needed him now more than I needed air. After a firm push against Edward's chest, he sat up,
panting and looking very confused. I held his eyes as I clenched my fingers around the hem of my
t-shirt and pulled it up over my head, throwing it to the floor. His eyes darkened to a forest green,

scorching me with their intensity.

"Touch me, Edward."

He continued to stare, dragging his eyes over my pale stomach and breasts before finally making it
back to my face. But he still wasn't moving. And I was impatient. My fingers wrapped around his
wrist, holding his eyes as I placed his large hand on my breast, causing both of us to gasp. "Touch

me."

He needed no further convincing. Edward's mouth crashed hard onto mine, knocking me down onto
the bed. My legs spread for him and his hips jerked forward as he devoured my lips. His warm
fingers explored the curve of my breast eagerly, cupping them firmly. My lips broke from his when
I arched desperately into his touch, unable to stifle my moans as he pulled and pinched my
nipples. Edward groaned and I looked down at him. He gaped at his hands in unconcealed
amazement, watching them caress my skin with wide eyes. He looked like a boy on Christmas
morning.

"More."

The burning between my legs was too intense, and the friction from our frantic grinding was not
enough. "God, Edward, please touch me." He understood and pressed fiery kisses into my neck,
before moving down my torso. His lips paused at my left breast, tongue swirling around my erect
nipples and then nipping gently with his teeth. He kissed across my chest and gave the same

treatment to my right breast. And it still wasn't enough.

Edward agreed, "More."

My fingers scratched down his back, nails too short to leave marks but sharp enough that he could
feel it. They slid under the waistband of his ridiculous gold briefs and pushed them down his legs.
Edward did the rest of the work and kicked them off. I was running on instinct, barely aware of my
actions. I had never felt so out of control, but there nothing was going to stop me now. He
continued to kiss down my body and I writhed beneath him, threading my fingers into his messy
hair. When he reached the hem of my panties, he glanced up to me with a raised eyebrow and I
nodded, desperate to feel him without barriers. His thumbs hooked under the fabric and he pulled
them down slowly, planting openmouthed kisses onto my legs as he went. And then finally we were
naked. I was primal, unrestrained, and horny as hell.

"More," I moaned as he glided his strong hands along my thighs. He glanced up and saw my eyes,
and something snapped.

In a moment, Edward was above me, kissing me with wild abandon. My hands groped blindly until
I found him, stiff and ready for attention, and pulled him toward my entrance. I couldn't wait any
longer. I knew it would sting but all my only coherent thought was an ode to birth control before
Edward pushed into me, slowly but forcefully. The pain was sharp for a moment and I hissed, my

fingers digging into his shoulders. But then he started moving, and the pain was long forgotten.

Edward's thrusts were uneven and powerful as he was overwhelmed by sensation. "Bella, you're so
fucking beautiful," he groaned. I could only moan his name in response, almost shrieking every
time his pubic bone made contact with my clit. At this point I was so ridiculously aroused that I
could barely breathe. My fingers clenched the sheets, desperate for something to grab onto. His
open mouth collapsed onto mine with a groan and all I could feel was friction and tongues and
fingers and Edward. My body was nearly spasming as I approached something powerful and
magnificent, another sensation I had never felt before. Our hips slammed together and I met all of

his thrusts, indistinct noises and moans escaping our mouths.

"Touch me, Edward!" His hand moved down, assaulting my breasts with aggressive squeezes and

pinches.

And then Edward's bit down hard onto my neck, and I gave myself over to absolute pleasure.

My head thrashed back onto the bed and I felt myself clamping down around him. Edward
convulsed above me but I couldn't pay attention, completely blinded by my own orgasm. Nothing
could possibly feel better than this. This was heaven. Why the hell had I avoided this? We gradually

fell from our highs, breathing heavily, and looked at each other for an extended moment.

And then we both burst out in laughter, and he pulled my tightly to his chest. We were gasping and
sweaty messes, our limbs and the blankets tangled at the foot of the bed. I had never felt so

content. I had never felt so cherished. I had never felt so unbelievably satisfied.

"Oh, Bella, Bella, Bella," he chuckled, pushing the hair away from my forehead before pressing his
lips onto my nose. I giggled and held his face between my palms before kissing him on the mouth,

languid and happy and fulfilled.

The door slammed open, bursting our cheerful bubble. Two very angry men glared at us from the

doorway, mouths agape.

"Isabella!"

"Mike!"

"Isabella!"

"Dr. Cullen!"

"Edward!"