A/n: Woo, okay, an update, finally! I blame illness…

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Righto…errr…

Chapter 11

Edward POV

Lounging against a grimy wall, on a grimy backstreet, in the freezing cold was not exactly my idea of a great time. It took me only a short while to get to Seattle: the traffic was good, and my car was just fast enough to hit a good pace. I'd parked nearby, grabbed a coffee, and had been leaning against the brick wall of an old warehouse since. Rosalie was supposed to be arriving at a house around the corner at ten; I had almost an hour to wait, but I wanted to be prepared. Rosalie had yet to even enter the area surrounding me, and I was beginning to wish I had brought a massive, warm coat. I spent my spare time clutching onto the rapidly cooling coffee cup, and wishing that my jacket had more padding.

It wasn't long before my coffee finally went cold, and my stomach began to rumble. I closed my eyes for a moment and listened to the voices surrounding me. There was another coffee shop at the end of the road, so I decided to chance a quick trip there. I still had half an hours wait, and I could still not hear Rosalie's 'voice' anywhere near. I quickly made my way to the end of the street, and found the shop. A short queue, and seven pounds later, I exited the place with another large cup of coffee, and some packaged sandwiches. As I walked, I pulled open the box, and ate quickly. I barely chewed and tasted the food before I swallowed, washing it down with sips of hot liquid, but my need for sustenance outweighed my want for savouring any taste. I dropped the empty box into trash can as I walked, and once again took up my post against the wall. Then it started to rain.

Grimacing, I gulped down the coffee, hoping that it would warm me a little more. When I was done, I chucked the polystyrene towards the trash can, and stuffed my hands deep within my jacket pockets, wishing that I was sitting by the fire in my home, with Bella.

I spared some thought for what she might be doing at the present time. I imagined, and hoped that she'd gotten herself some food and drink; unfortunately, she always tried to get away with eating as little as possible. Bella didn't like the fact that I was spending any money on her at all. Not that I cared in the slightest, she gave me the silence I craved, and the company I had been denied for a long while. I held hopes that she would just give in and accept whatever I offered her. Our family had more than enough money, what was one more mouth to feed?

'At least Emmett doesn't know about this one.'

A familiar voice drew me from my thoughts about Bella, and I couldn't help but think 'oh, but he does,' as I spotted a beautiful blonde down the alley. She took long, confidant strides down the pavement, towards me, though I could see her shake slightly as she went. A dark fur coat hung slightly off her slender shoulders, and I could see them shiver with the cold. Her golden hair caught raindrops as they fell from the sky, and they settled like diamonds into the messy tresses. Those that were caught on her coat had the same effect, giving her an almost precious appearance.

'That kid again,' I heard her think as she passed by me, I turned my face away to give a little smirk to the wall, and clenched a fist in my pocket to prevent myself from replying. She'd spotted me around before, and I'd seen the recognition in her mind - obviously, I was going to have to be more careful in the future, if I didn't want to get found out. I listened to her panic as she grew closer to the house she would be stopping at, and I began to grow more nervous myself. Her thoughts were continuous curses as she walked away, so I had no idea what lay beyond the threshold.

As soon as I saw the door in Rosalie's thoughts, I sprinted down the alley, and looked around the wall of the corner house to see her again. A tall, blonde man opened the door, and pulled her inside the house. Rosalie's thoughts turned from panicked to disgusted in moments, and I watched the door close, before wandering out into the street. The moon sat high in the sky and set a silvery glaze over the houses below, whilst the dim streetlamps brightened the faces of the small puddles that had begun to form. The house, number twenty three, was a semi-detached building, grey from the weather. There was a tall brown gate at the side, and, after flicking through the thoughts of the occupants and neighbours of the house, I ran up and vaulted over the gate, crouching low as soon as my feet touched the floor. I checked their thoughts again, and was relieved to find nothing amiss.

I sunk down and lent against the wall of the house in the black, then I closed my eyes, and relaxed. Immediately, a soft buzzing filled my head. I focused on those loudest, and pulled them to the forefront of my mind.

There were three people in number twenty-three. Rosalie, who sipped nervously from a glass of water, and followed the blonde man up the stairs. She was panicking again, swearing like a sailor. I blocked her out for a moment. Next, the man was excited, aroused, in his mind he was picturing a particular fantasy that I had become very well aware of, having sat with Newton for so long. Two women filled his mind…doing things. One was blonde - I gulped, thinking of Rosalie - and the other was a red - head.

A feeling of disgust hit me as I found the final set of thoughts in the building. A tall, slender, woman with fiery red hair stood admiring herself in a mirror, a large smirk stretched across her face as she adjusted her outfit. And what an outfit it was. A pair of high, stiletto heels encased her feet, and stockings were wrapped around her long, slim legs. They ended at a pair of tiny, matching garters, which were clipped to a lacy garter belt. Above this, a tiny corset was just big enough to cover from low on her breasts, to just above her belly button, and pale mounds were spilling out from over the brim.

"Fuck," I swore softly to myself, never had I seen Rosalie walk into such a situation. I listened to her thoughts of disgust towards the man, and caught a glimpse of her as she passed the hallway window, then I returned to the thoughts of the man.

"Vicky, our guest has arrived," he spoke to the red-head, and she swung around to give him a seductive grin. "Come on in, baby," she replied quickly. The man grabbed Rosalie's hand and yanked her inside, before looking at her with a quirked eyebrow. I meshed their thoughts together to get the whole picture of such a scene. Rosalie watched the man, who the red-head - Vicky - watched grin, as he watched Rose shrug off her furs, then pull her dress over her head. The man drunk in her starved figure like a dog eyeing a bone. Her pale skin was a contrast to the deep red lace that was wrapped around her breasts, and hid her privates from view. His eyes lingered on a trail of black ink that disappeared into her panties, and he smirked as he finally made out the shape: the tattoo was of a rose in full bloom.

The man's thoughts darkened with lust, and I ground my teeth as I watched, through his thoughts, as Vicky made her way towards Rosalie and began to strip of the other woman's clothes. It wasn't long before the two both stood nude before each other, and the man joined them, with a satisfied buzz. The two girls touched him where he asked for attention, and it wasn't long before he had his first orgasm. He sat back for a short while to watch Rosalie work over the red head, before he joined in once more.

The man reached the heights of ecstasy many more times that night. How the women got him off was not important, but the fact that he did get off was the only thing he cared about. The only time either woman got any pleasure was when he managed to bring Vicky to orgasm. It must have been pure luck that he managed to hit her 'spot' a few moments before he himself came. Aside from that, neither girl got anything out of the man, until, in the morning, Rosalie left the house with an envelope of cold, hard cash.

I stood up moments after she'd left the house. The man returned to the woman in his bed, and I waited only until he was safely tucked in with her, before I got up from the floor. At some point during the night my legs had given up and my ass had hit the wet ground, and I was paying for it dearly. My jeans were soaked through, and I was fucking freezing. I was sure I was going to get frostbite from the night; Emmett owed me, big time. Don't get me wrong, I was more than happy to look out for Rosalie, but it was six in the morning, I was desperate for a piss, I was starving hungry, wet, and freezing. Oh, not to mention the 'show' I'd had to endure the night before. I couldn't leave, just in case. Every time I thought that she'd be safe, and that Emmett was worrying over nothing, I remembered his panicked voice, and Rosalie's scared thoughts, and realised that I had to stay.

Turns out, she was disgusted and extremely unhappy about what she'd been doing, but she wasn't actually in any danger. Good, well, I was in danger of hurting somebody if I didn't get home pretty soon. I opened the gate, and snuck back to my car, which was parked about ten minutes away. As soon as I was in, I started the engine, and hit the gas. With my driving, home was still an hour away, and I couldn't wait to get there.

A/n: Okay, I hate it ending there too, but I wanted to get this out quickly. Ahaaaaaa, so yeah, hope you enjoyed this, it's a bit of a crap chapter, in terms of plot/everything else…but the next chapter will be filled with awesome stuff…er…I hope? More Bellward interactions next chapter anyway! So yeah, Review please! :P