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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

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