Sociopaths and Serial Killers

BY: Montana

Disclaimer: I do not own Jean-Claude, Richard, Anita, Edward, or anything else that belongs to LKH.

Author Note: This is set after Obsidian Butterfly.

Cold. Alone. That’s how I expected to wake up. Because really, why would Edward stay with me once the sun came up? I shouldn’t be scared anymore as soon as the light hit that window.

But instead, something else greeted me in the morning. A warm body, spooning me at my back, one protective arm wrapped around my stomach. His warm breath tickled my hair. I could feel his pulse throbbing against my back. Alive. Something I would never have when Jean-Claude held me in the morning. He was warm. Not Richard warm, there was no electricity or power to it. He was human warm. And I was grateful for that. I moved my hand to touch his that was so effectively resting on my stomach. I laced my fingers in his, and he squeezed my hand.

Was he awake? Or was that a convulsion of his sleep. I had to know. I turned my head slightly to look at his face beside me. Two ice blue eyes stared into mine. “Sleep well?” he asked, totally awake.

I nodded. “Um hmm. Thank you.”

”Don’t mention it. Did you know you kick in your sleep?”

I smiled. “No, but it doesn’t surprise me.”

“I’ll be carrying that bruise for a while,” he said, a teasing note to his voice.

“Sorry.”

“You’ve been awfully loose with the pleases and thank yous and sorries lately.”

“Oh. Ok. Um…you bastard, I hope you carry that bruise until the day you die,” I said sarcastically, without enthusiasm. “Better?”

He raised one blond eyebrow with amusement. “It sounds more like you.”

I nodded. “I guess it does.”

“You also talk in your sleep.”

“What did I say?” He shook his head, a secretive smile curled on his lips. “You wont tell me?” He shook his head. “Why not?”

“Because it’s another secret I can keep from you.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. It was half Ted, half Edward. Tedward? I smiled at the thought. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep from bursting out laughing. “What?” I shook my head, and tried to get out of the bed, a slight giggle escaping my lips. Edward, however, would have nothing of that. He tightened his grip, and pulled me close once again. I wasn’t going anywhere, unless we really wanted to fight. I didn’t. I was hoping he didn’t either. I stared up at him innocently, a small smile on my lips. “What is so funny?”

“I’m not telling. You wouldn’t like it.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

“Why wont you tell me? It’s not like I’m going to shoot you, at this point.”

“Because it’s another secret I can keep from you.” I simply answered. He raised that eyebrow again. Slowly he loosened his grip on me, I was free to go now. How disappointing. But I slipped out of the bed anyway, and into the bathroom for a shower.



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