Basic Instinct

Edward Cullen; the epitome of perfection, had never been interested in Isabella Swan. Never. However, on his 17th birthday he wakes up to find the mere scent of her intoxicating. His inner demon of desire had awoken.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, that title goes to the very talented and very lucky Stephanie Meyer.

A/N: Hi there readers, I'm new to the Twilight-fic obsession and this is my first story here. I hope you all enjoy the chapter and I would love for you to review and give me any possible feedback. Thanks a bunch. x

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Chapter One

"Edward…please" she groaned into his mouth, her nimble fingers grasping tighter at his strong shoulders for support. He briefly gazed up at her flushed face, before roughly capturing her beckoning lips in a passionate battle of raging tongues. Wrapping his arms tighter around her slender waist, he inhaled deeply. Craving her scent. Needing her touch. "Fuck. You don't know what you do to me, love" he whispered hoarsely, his husky voice laden with unquestionable desire. She gently bit her quivering lower lip. He held back a growl of hunger.

He traced the curve of her jaw painstakingly slow, tenderly placing a soft kiss at the corner of her swollen mouth. "I need you Edward. I need you now." His emerald eyes darkened as she begged for him to satisfy her.

He had yearned for this moment for so long.

"Edward."

"Edward.."

"Dick-ward".. wait that did not sound right.

"Cullen, get your fucking arse out of bed" a deep, distant voice rumbled, presumably Emmett's.

He woke with a sudden jolt, beads of sweat trailing down his pale neck, his breathing harsh and irregular. Edward Cullen; vacant, painfully attractive, pensive did not dream. Most especially not of mutual affection and pansy fairy-tales.

In fact, he barely slept.

This is what made the dream he had on the 17th May, one week before his seventeenth birthday, all the more... memorable. The face he envisioned had continued to be an unfamiliar maelstrom of shades and each series of subconscious thoughts drove him into a frenzy of rampant hormones, bewilderment and unease. After all, he had never had any difficulties fulfilling his sexual needs and it did not help that each dream tugged at something beyond physical. He wanted this girl to belong to him, be with him, want him. Yet, her face was merely a mystifying blur scorched into his memory that held no name and ignited no recognition.

'Shut the fuck up Cullen. Belong to you? You sound like you've been reading one of Alice's trashy novels'.

He clenched his fists tightly and took a single, deep breath. It did little to help. He reluctantly pushed his thoughts aside and began to prepare for school.

Forks High School; located in a quiet, suburban town, where drama was dwindling and the most arousing news was often little more than fanciful rumours, devised by none another than bored and boring teenager, Jessica Stanley. It was bound to be another tiresome day in which teacher after teacher would spout useless information, girls would attempt heedlessly to stick their tongue down his throat with no qualms that Edward Cullen did not do serious relationships, and he would have to repeatedly endure this wearying, redundant routine until he reached graduation. Whoop-de-fuckin'-do.

He sighed, shook off the uncomfortable feeling growing in the pit of his stomach, and ran a shaky hand through his hair. Edward Cullen was in a foul mood.

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"Bella, wait!" a male voice echoed in the empty room.

She turned her head briefly, formulating a quick escape route as she rushed across the corridor. She had discovered that morning that Mike Newton could not take a fucking hint.

Growling inwardly, she hurried her pace along, her head down to avoid being seen by his beady eyes once again.

'Please don't see me, please don't see me' she prayed inwardly, though lately she noticed that the Big Guy upstairs seemed to awfully enjoy messing around with her catastrophic life and had a tendency to ignore such requests. Head still down and masses of hair covering her brown eyes, she did not realise a figure swiftly rounding the corner until she was head-butted into the hard, unforgiving ground.

"Ouch!" she emitted a rather loud, unladylike yelp, as a sharp pain began to spread immediately throughout the small of her back.

'It hasn't even been an hour into school Bella and you're already sprawled across the floor you idiot' she berated herself. Rubbing her behind, she glared up at the chest of a boy dressed in impeccable and downright ridiculously expensive clothes. Edward Cullen. Her glare intensified. He was frowning down at her, a mocking eyebrow raised, hands still in his pockets.

'And they say chivalry is dead' she grumbled sarcastically, tempted to add 'dick' at the end of her sentence, but she had no wish to perform social suicide, well, at least before the year was up. Although, she seemed to be doing a pretty good job of that herself, tripping up at the most crucial of times, often appearing as though she's had one too much to drink. Muttering profanities to herself, she began pushing herself off the ground. But it seemed as though Edward was shook out of his internal struggle, as he offered his hand to aid her in getting back on to her two feet. Bella paused her actions in surprise, glancing at his large hand then back at his scrutinizing face, in which his eyes were narrowed dangerously. 'This has got to be a joke' she inwardly scoffed, wary of his uncharacteristically gracious attitude. However, as if suddenly realising who he was he whipped his hand back and stuffed it into his pocket, before sneering at her and rushing straight past without a backward glance.

She stared after him in bewilderment.

'What the hell is his problem? Bipolar git' she thought irritated.

She quickly sniffed her shirt. 'Hmm, smells fine'.

There was no denying that Cullen was attractive, with his thick, wheatish-brown mane of hair and penetrating emerald eyes, however it seemed as though Bella and very few others noticed that he had the personality of a lemon.. yes, a lemon – unresponsive, bitter and willing to spray his juice pretty much anywhere. And if they did notice, frankly, they could care less. As he was a year older than herself, she understood it was common high-school knowledge to treat those younger with disdain, but he did not need to bore his eyes into her like she was a pile of shit on the back of his new, overfuckingpriced shoes. Sadly, she was unable to continue her inward rant on the unpleasantness of a certain Cullen as she heard a distant "Bella" being called. Oh shit. Time to start running again. Wiping her forehead of perspiration, she decided she really needed to get more fit if she was to escape the vice-like clutches of Newton.

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Unfortunate for Edward, that uncomfortable feeling did not disappear throughout the course of the day. Any pitiful member of the student body that attempted to come within five feet of his way had undergone his wrath that Monday morning. He found himself snarling viciously at a girl when she attempted to put her paws all over him in the lunch cafeteria. Snarled? Like some fucking animal. However, in his defence he had repeatedly told tell her to back off, though not in such... polite words. He tugged at his hair in annoyance.

Then he had collided with that brunette, who he had no recollection of ever seeing before and for reasons unbeknown to him he had offered to help her get up, despite it being for more than a mere second.

'Mate, those dreams are beginning to cramp your style' a voice at the back of his head uttered. He decided he would need to see his Dad about getting some sleeping pills, strong ones, oh and anything for talking voices too.

'God, I sound like an absolute madman' he sighed before heading through the rest of the day in a utterly rotten temper.

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A/N: Phew, first chapter done. Hope you enjoyed it!

Ridiculously short, I know, but I just wanted to introduce the characters before getting further into it. Thank you so much for reading, and I would be most grateful if you could leave a review! :) I would love to know how I got on.

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