Claiming a Swan

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven
Present...

Bella took a sick day the next day. She wasn't sick. But it would give her time to think about everything that was going on in her life. The confusion she felt. The underlying feelings and emotions that resurfaced when Carlisle appeared in her life again. She opened a bottle of moscato, poured the sweet liquid into a wine glass and drank till her problems fleeted away. Well Bella wished drinking would cure everything. But alcohol doesn't have that power. It only has the power to give you bad headaches and hangovers. "Why did Carlisle have to come back into my life?" I ask no one, but asking it out loud - made it seem more real. A beep sounded, a text.

Bella, I hope you're okay. Please text or call me, I love you, Aster

Her heart melted. It was making her feel like she didn't even know anything. The life she lived up until now was nothing compared to the mixed emotions she had. She didn't want to hurt Aster. And she wasn't going to do anything with Carlisle.

"God damn it!" Bella squeezed the wineglass a little too hard and it shattered. Her hand had pieces of glass embedded into her skin. Blood was trailing down her hand.

She walked towards the bathroom intending on cleaning her cuts and bandaging when her luck went down the drain and tripped over her own two feet, she held her hands out to catch her fall - it made the glass go deeper into her skin.

"Ah hell!" She went to where her phone was.

She was going to regret this. She phoned Carlisle. Praying he still had the right number and that it would mysteriously work. It did.

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Bella was a mess when Carlisle walked through the door. She tried her best at cleaning the blood, but the smell Bella knew was already predominant in the room. Carlisle didn't react. His vampire gift was in use and he controlled himself.

"I'm so clumsy."

"Let's see the offended hand." Carlisle held his hand out, raising the wounded hand and he gripped it gently. "I see, you're still a danger magnet."

Looking away, he brought over some medical tools. It took him a while to get all the shards of glass out. But it seemed he didn't mind. He hasn't brought up what we discussed last time they met. He wasn't pushing... Bella should feel relief. But she didn't.

"I haven't been too clumsy recently. I thought I grew out of that phase of my life." Carlisle glances up and back to the hand, lifting up some gauze to cover the wound. He was so, so close to Bella - she felt his breath. Warm and intoxicating.

"Bella, you are doing well. I am in complete shock to see how well you've done with your life."

"Thanks, i guess."

She was a fool. She was the same old teenage Bella. When it came to Carlisle she deviated to her younger self.

It reminded her when Jasper had gone after her from the paper cut, and how Edward had pushed her to the side - making her fall back on a table of glass. Maybe some deep part of her wanted to recreate that... to do something that she wanted, but couldn't. Carlisle went silent and my breath hitched, Carlisle went to wash his medical tools and left Bella to lose her mind. She was shaking her head, slapping the desperateness out of her head.

She needed to be the Bella that was the present. The mature and grown up Bella. Not the whimpering, teenage Bella that looses her cool when a vampire shows up and saves the day.

Alright!

Her mind decided and her will reinforced - she made her way where Carlisle was cleaning his tools. Though she didn't hear the water running. Curious she stepped into the bathroom - the next moment, Carlisle had her planted against the wall. Held captive between his hard body and the thick wall. Carlisle was shirtless and smirked a devilish smirk.

As he trailed kisses down her neck, making her weak in the knees. He held her arm out, and saw the left over dried blood, and slowly began to lick it clean.

It was a turn on...

She should've stopped him. She knew she should've. She could've. But she didn't. Carlisle gave a low growl of hunger and lust. And hauled her body up on the counter, her back against the mirror and sink. And captured her lips in a kiss, the kiss wasn't gentle. It was starvation. Pure need for her. And Bella for some sort of reason inside her mind wanted to feel his lips on hers. She knew it was a bad decision. But she was a grown-ass woman. And she was damning herself with consequences already.

Only for a minute would she play with this...

Revel in the sensation of Carlisle's lips on her own. The way his hands wander around her body, the feeling as Carlisle grips her breast. And all too soon is Carlisle walking away.

"Choose soon, Isabella." Carlisle was a tease.

But it didn't take a second for Bella's mind to slam itself back to reality.

Terror gripping at her heart.

Yet - a slight feeling of acceptance and something more at the bottom was rising. The need for more from Carlisle was like lava - and it was like the need in its purest form was right there.

Leaving Bella with a need that needed to be sated.