Prohibited ✓ BDSM • C.Cullen • Twilight and TVD crossover •

𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣; 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨

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Speeding down the highways towards Seattle airport in the middle of the night was usually very fun, however in a situation like this it was anything but joyfilled. My feet pressed the pedal down all the way in my Koenigsegg, and right now the speed topped at 310 miles per hour. Everything wooshed past me, and all I could hear was the loud engine whom screamed as I took almost too quick turns and dodged cars in front of me with ease. I saw shocked faces in each and every car that I passed, and again, if this had been a happy situation I would have grinned at their dumbfounded expressions. 

My eyes shot down to the clock, it had been 53 minutes since I had left Forks and I only had 10 minutes left until the airport. At a normal day it would have taken 3 hours to get here with the way I drove with my bike. Fortunately no cops had been on the roads, so I had a free passage without any problems.

Standing in front of the airport exit, leaning against the car and tapping my foot against the ground impatently, I couldn't help but to notice. Nothing ever went our way. First James the tracker came after Izzy, and when they killed him his mate, Victoria, decided to take revenge. Edward thought it was better for Bella if they all left, so that was exactly what they all did. She ended up in a life threatning depression, became an adrenaline junky only for her to "die" and get Edward to go to the Volturi to die himself. When she had saved him Victoria chose to take revenge on her with creating a newborn army that would later almost kill Edward, kill Jackson White and hurt some of us. 

And now, now Bella had been knocked up by Edward on their honeymoon. The thing was, the baby was created by vampire sperm... So what the fuck was in her stomach? 

Edward came out of the airport with a carrige for the bags, Izzy trailed behind him with a worried yet determined expression on her face. Her arms were securely wrapped around her stomach, and from that moment I knew she wanted to keep the baby. And I knew that I would stand behind in her that, even if everyone was against her. I pushed myself off of the car and grabbed two pairs of trunks and placed them in the seat beside me before I took the other two and began to walk towards the trunk and at the same time spoke to them both with a strict tone.

"Sit in the back."

Without saying anything they both sat down in the backseat of the car, Edward had his arms around Izzy and she had her arm around herself. With the bags all packed up I slammed the trunk shut and looked around me before I walked towards the drivers seat and threw myself inside. The engine roared to live with a loud murmur and before either of them had any chance to do anything I had already sped out of the airport. 

"We'll be home in a little more than an hour. Strap in."

My voice was again strict and hard, not taking any excuses as an answer. Izzy buckled up and I flashed a look to Edward, he rolled his eyes for a short second and strapped his seatbelt in place as a reply to my stare. 

On the final turn up on the highway I flashed a look in the rear mirrors and saw that it was no one on the roads. Good luck on my part. I didn't even need to touch the gearbox as I pushed the gas down to its maximum. My body and theirs were pressed against the seat as the car began to fastly accelerate rapidly. My eyes were soley focused on the road in front of me, not giving any room for talk as I placed both of my hands on the steering wheel and pushed the car towards the 310 mile peak. Bella tightened her arms around herself and I heard her heart pick up, not taking my eyes off of the road I spoke to her.

"I have drived a car since 1886, Izzy. I know how to not crash."

She seemed to relax lightly at my words and my full attention returned to the road in front of me, because I didn't want to make a mistake in a situation like this. I pressed a button on the steering wheel and a call noise interrupted in the car before Carlisle picked up.