Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Holiday Road

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 16:

When Sam grasped Bella’s hand, to help her into his truck, she felt electricity pulsating through her veins. Not only that, but he felt warm to her-not feverishly hot to her like the other wolves did. Maybe it was because he was the head wolf? What the heck did the others call the head wolf? It started with the letter ‘A.’ She started going through all of the ‘A’ words she knew. She hated when a word was on the tip of her tongue, but it just didn’t come to her.

It wasn’t the only thing though. She found the man incredibly attractive in an ‘I want to get kinky with you while naked’ sort of way. His body was top notch. He was tall, his muscles toned and sculpted, and he had an incredible smile that made her want to rip her panties off.

What on earth was wrong with her? Yes, she was a horny twenty-three year old female who lusted after smoldering hot men, but her thoughts didn’t turn salacious until at least after a few dates or four drinks. In most cases, the latter came first. That wasn’t to say she was a lush… no she was a lush… she was a hundred percent grade ‘A’ lush, and with a guy who looked like Sam Uley, she could see herself reaching slut level. She thought about it. Did she really care what he thought about her? She would only see him on the rare occasions she visited her father, and they could work out an agreement of sorts. They could get down and dirty together and… She drank in the sight of his outstanding body. Would it be wrong to unzip his pants and inspect… No, no, no! Bad Bella!

She opened up her purse and checked to see if she had condoms with her. Damn it! She didn’t have any. She had given the entire box to Emily to use during her ménage à trois. She sighed in frustration.

“Is anything wrong?” Sam asked.

“No, nothing. I should probably send a text message to Emily so she doesn’t worry.”

“After yesterday, it might be a good idea.”

“Sorry about that… I mean, if you were in the search party. You know, I just thought about something, the last time I got lost in Forks-you were the one to find me and bring me back to my father.”

“Of course, I had to keep you safe.”

“Well, thank you for that.”

“Anytime.” He didn’t mention that he planned on keeping her safe for the rest of her life, from here on out. She was his imprint, after all. She didn’t know that though. He pondered when and how he should tell her. He certainly didn’t plan on telling her after having his way with her up against a cheesy motel’s ice machine like Jacob did. He also didn’t plan on knocking on her hotel room door, explaining things to her, then having sex with her to test their physical compatibility like Embry did with Emily.

They ended up having sake and sushi at a Japanese restaurant at a neighboring resort. They were in an intimate private room, which had a sliding screen door and tatami mats to sit on. They were done with dinner and enjoying the sake immensely. Bella liked the taste of the liquor while Sam liked the fact that she was becoming increasingly playful as more alcohol hit her system. On top of that, sake didn’t require any ice. This fact was very important to both of them.

“So… How old are you?” Bella asked.

“Twenty-five. You?”

“I’m twenty-three.”

“Perfect.” He licked his lips. “Why don’t you slide over onto this side and sit with me? I can barely hear you from across the table.” Never mind that the table wasn’t overly large-let alone the room, or the fact that he had extra sensitive wolf hearing. He just wanted her near him.

“Sure.” She crawled over to him seductively on her hands and knees. Sam was pretty sure that his cock was going to pop out of his pants. “You seem warm,” she murmured as she reached his side. “Let me help you.” She loosened his tie and undid a few buttons on his shirt. “Better?”

“Much,” he whispered, drawing her to his side. “So, what do you do in Seattle?”

“I’m a legal secretary. It’s a boring job, but it pays the rent.”

“That makes two of us. I’m a mail carrier in Forks. I hate my job, too.”

“I might like my job more if you delivered the mail to me.”

“Really?”

“Naked.”

“It could be arranged.” His lips dropped down to hers and he kissed her softly, gently-just enough to let her know he was there. What he really wanted to do was rip her clothes off and have her way with her; however, while they were in a private room, they were still in the middle of a crowded restaurant. He couldn’t just… “Bella… we’re in public,” he gasped as she pulled his cock out and started stroking it with her soft hands. She bit down on her bottom lip and pouted, staring up at him with her big doe eyes. It was his undoing. He kissed her with more passion and urged her on, “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

She nodded, kissing the bit of exposed skin on his chest where she had unbuttoned his shirt. His hand crept up her dress; his fingers hooked onto her panties, which he slowly started pulling down. He had to slide inside of her now or he’d burst.

“ Excuse me! May I come in?” the waitress called from outside. He yanked her panties back on her. They abruptly pulled apart. The waitress appraised the disheveled couple with a knowing smile. “You would like your check, yes?”

“Yes, right away.”

“I have it here.” She handed the folder to him.

“Thank you.” As soon as she closed the sliding door, Sam looked over the check then paid the bill, leaving a generous tip after he noticed that he was still fully exposed. “Are you ready?”

“Absolutely, where are we going?”

“Trust me.” He drove his truck to a secluded area along the lakeshore with every intention of stripping her naked and having his way with her. He stopped the engine and pulled her onto his lap. “Now, where were we?” He leaned into kiss her, sliding his tongue along the outline of her ear. “Ah, I was right here.” He slipped her panties off of her. It occurred to him that he really should tell her about wolves and imprinting, but…

The door was violently flung open, rocking the entire truck. Sam and Bella bolted upright. “Well, well, well… I finally have you where I want you.” A flame haired female vampire was smiling maliciously at them. She looked as if she’d finally been vindicated.

“Bella, stay with me. I’ll protect you,” Sam murmured to her. Of course, she was nonchalantly sending text messages on her phone instead of acknowledging him.

“You’ll protect her? You? You’re only a weak human? Sure you will. You have no idea who I am. What I am. I’ve been biding my time, waiting for the perfect setting to kill this human. It’s her fault I’m alone! It’s her fault I have no one!” she scoffed.

“ Ahem,” Bella cleared her throat. “For Christ’s sake, Victoria, are you telling me that you’ve been waiting for almost six years to kill me? You must have had many opportunities. I’m a mere human. You could have just grabbed me as I was waiting to get on the bus and snapped my neck, drained me, or whatever.”

“Don’t talk to me! You have no right to talk to me! James is dead! Dead! Poof! All because of you.”

“You’re right, he was a poof!” Bella pointed to her brain and waved her hand around.

“How dare you?”

“Um, Bella, would you please stop instigating this psycho? It’s for your own safety, really,” Sam interrupted, but both women ignored him.

“Listen to me, Victoria. James is dead because of his own stupidity. He didn’t know me. He had no rhyme or reason to kill me.”

“He wanted you!”

“And that in itself is an issue, don’t you think? Do you really want to spend your entire existence pining over some guy who had roaming eyes? Honestly, you’ve got a long existence ahead of you. Why don’t you spend your time doing things, which make you happy? How about knitting? Oil painting? Maybe learn a new skill like juggling or pole dancing? Had there been other instances in which James had gone after other women?”

At this point, Bella’s objective was to keep the vampire talking. If she could befriend her, she had a chance of staying alive, and keeping Sam safe.

Victoria thought about what the human had asked. Suddenly, she started talking. In fact, to Sam’s horror, she climbed in between Bella and him and started going through her entire life story.

“I was born in 1544 in London.” Sniffle. Sniffle.

“You’re British?” Bella asked, surprised.

“Yes.” Sob. Sob.

“You hide your accent very well.”

“Thank you. I’ve lived in America for over a hundred years.”

“I can tell. You’re very Americanized.”

“Not by choice. It was James’ idea!” Whimper. Whimper.

“Don’t you hate it when men think they can take our choices away just because they’re bigger and stronger?”

“Uh-huh.” Victoria nodded her head, crying. “You see, my family… We were very poor. My mother was a maid at a duke’s mansion. He was an abusive jerk. He thought any woman in his employ were his property-to do whatever he wanted with-if you catch my drift? Anyway, my older sister Anne and I were two of the duke’s many bastard children. The duke, of course, refused to acknowledge us. Anne protected me because my mother was so weak. When we were twelve, we were sent away to another mansion by the duchess because I was the spitting image of my father.”

“That’s terrible. Go on.”

“The master at the new mansion was just as horrible. He was a high-ranking earl who had close ties to the Crown.”

“Those dukes and earls all think they’re God’s gift to the world.”

Sam wondered what the hell Bella knew about sixteenth century British peers.

“I know! They’re all selfish bastards. Anyway, when I was about sixteen, Anne disappeared. I had no idea where to. I stayed in the new mansion with my abusive master because I had nowhere else to go.”

“You must have been terrified.”

“I learned to fend for myself.”

“I can tell. You’re very independent.” Bella nodded her head, and gave the vampire’s arm a squeeze of reassurance.

“Thank you,” the leech sobbed. “Anne suddenly turned up when I was eighteen. She was a vampire and she changed me. We spent a few hundred blissful years together until I met James in 1905. He sent her away! He sent my sister away!”

“That’s awful, and she was your only family. James was terrible to you for ripping your only family away from you.”

Victoria dropped her head onto Bella’s chest, sobbing.

“ What the hell?” Sam thought.

“It was horrible. James was cruel; he never listened to a thing I had to say. He was self-righteous and controlling and he always acted as if he was entitled due to his gift.”

“God, he sounds just like Edward Cullen.”

“That bastard!” Victoria slammed her fist on the dashboard splintering it. “He hurt you, didn’t he?”

“Just my feelings, but I’m over it now,” Bella answered honestly.

Sam wondered how the hell he was going to explain these damages to his insurance company.

“I hate cruel men,” Victoria declared. She looked at Sam. “You seem like a really nice guy.”

“Uh… thank you,” he replied.

“And you’re polite, too! James wasn’t polite at all!” She let her head fall onto an appalled Sam’s shoulder. She started crying in earnest.

Sam had no idea what to do until he caught sight of Bella motioning that he needed to console her. So, even though the stench was atrocious, he put one arm around the emotional bloodsucker, patted her shoulder, and stated, “There, there, he can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You’re right, but…” Victoria started sniffing the air around her, then buried her nose into his neck and took a deep whiff. She turned to Bella. “Your boyfriend needs deodorant. He smells bad. Kind of like a dirty puppy that hasn’t had a bath in a long time.”

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll have a chat with him about hygiene.” Bella had no idea what Victoria was talking about because to her, Sam smelled heavenly.

“Good idea. You would think that by his age, he would understand more about the importance of bathing. I mean, I don’t have a permanent home, but I still manage to bathe everyday.”

“How do you manage that?” Sam asked curiously.

“Oh, I break into hotel rooms and bathe while the guests are out of the room. It’s how I get my new clothes, too.”

“Ah.”

“You stink, but you feel nice and warm though, kind of like a toasty blanket.”

“Is there more to your story?” Sam decided to change the subject. He was irked that the foul smelling vampire was offended by his natural scent, and even more disturbed that she liked the feel of his body.

“Oh, yes. A lot more.” The vampire kept talking about how abusive James was and how she longed to see her sister Anne. In fact, she talked for two hours straight in between her tears, which she was unable to shed, of course. Sam, at this point, wondered how he-a shape-shifter who was built to destroy vampires, had ended up in the position of consoling one. He was considering recording the conversation on his phone. This would definitely make for a best seller in the fantasy genre.