A/N – To put lingering concerns to rest – there will be no more het descriptions in this story! The flashback in Chapter One was the only one! I do not own Twilight or any characters featured therein. Belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter Four - Total Mind Fuck

EPOV

This was not going to be easy, but it was entirely necessary. I had only seen Beau for all of a few seconds, and I was turning myself inside out over thoughts that had taken over me as I lusted after his blood. Yes, his blood. Perfectly normal for a vampire, if undesirable. There was no need to be so upset over those thoughts. Once I saw him again today, and apologized for my abysmal behavior in glaring at him, I would see that he is simply another human. An admittedly delicious one, but nothing more. I did not need to breath in his presence, and I was so packed full of animal blood that I should be able to control myself.

"Don't worry about it," Alice told me, "nothing bad is going to happen." She danced by, her mind singing Popular over and over in a high-pitched squeal. She had been concealing her thoughts a lot lately, most likely to keep me from seeing the visions she'd had of Beau and I... These didn't concern me too much, Alice's visions were entirely subjective and I certainly would not choose such an outcome, so she would surely stop having them after today.

I headed to school on my own, spotting the dreadful old red truck that had been hanging around in my thoughts.

What in the world do you think you're doing, you stupid boy? You're going to get yourself killed in that thing!

I tailgated him for a short while, before remembering that I was not going to be fixated on this human, and overtook him. I nevertheless shadowed him somewhat throughout the day, trying my best to get used to his overpowering scent. Regardless of how I avoided him, we were still at this school together and shared a table in Biology. I would have to control myself. I had attempted to switch classes, but no matter how I flirted with Mrs Cope, her thoughts convinced me that there was nothing at all she could do - there were no free spaces. I sat in the corner of the cafeteria at lunchtime, hidden by a large stack of empty trays, and was struck by yet another disturbing revelation. I was listening in on his conversation with his friend Angela, and while her thoughts told me that she found him to be a nice boy, I could not hear a word of his own thoughts.

Nothing.

His voice was soft and warm, its boyish timbre made me want to smile. But I did not. Because I did not smile over boys and because I could not read his mind. What was wrong with him?

Wrong with him? What are you on now, you mind-reading freak, I thought to myself. Very true. There was nothing wrong with him, and I absolutely needed to stop blaming him for my failings. I was grateful that, whatever Alice felt she knew about my future from her visions, she had the consideration not to bring it up with my the others. Rosalie apparently already knew what had been occupying my thoughts, as she had been eavesdropping on my conversation with Carlisle. In her mind, it was an unsurprising possibility, as unenchanted by her as I had been when Carlisle turned her. I felt a small stab of guilt over that - Carlisle had felt the need to create a partner for me, and I had not the slightest interest in her romantically. That could not have been a pleasant thing for her to learn.

But it no longer mattered - she had Emmett. Now, I was glad this little tidbit had not made its way to him. While my family were less... conservative in many of their views than I, nothing would spare me from the constant ribbing Emmett would want to send my way. One time ten years ago I had made the mistake of listening to the soundtrack of a musical while he was in the house, and minutes after he had found out what I was listening to he was writing my proposal to David Hyde Pierce. Or Davey, as I'm sure you call the little deary, he had laughed.

Still troubled by Beau's silent mind, I made my slowly to Biology, unsure of whether or not enter. I really did not want to - this whole ordeal was making me question myself far too much, and there was already too much that I questioned about myself. I did not need this. But at the same time, this was where we lived. For now, at least. I had to grin and bear it. With that, I made my way through the door, making sure to halt my breathing beforehand. Even so, I could still not completely stop his scent from caressing my senses, and immediately I felt my body tighten and coil.

That long, pale neck will be the death of you, Beau...

No. Stop that. I slowly made my way over to where he was sitting, hunched over the table.

"Hello?" I asked slowly. He jumped, apparently I had startled him. His face looked fearful, but he wouldn't look me in the eye.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." I added. He finally looked at me, his wide brown eyes imploring me not to hurt him.

I could never hurt you... look at you...

His face seemed to calm a little, and he looked down for a moment before seeming to clam up. "Are you alright?" I asked. "I'm sorry I haven't had the chance to introduce myself yet. I'm Edward Cullen." I put on what I hoped was a reassuring smile and foolishly held out my hand to him. He took it carefully, but I quickly realized two things. For one, I had not touched a shaken a human hand in a long time, I was going to crush his fingers. Two, I am a vampire. Cold.

I quickly withdrew my hand, and scolded myself for the pained look on his face. What on Earth had I attempted to shake his hand for?

"You are Chief Swan's son, aren't you? Beau Swan?" Because you certainly fucking look like a Beau Swan...

"Oh...y-yep. That's me, new kid." he said cheerfully, raising his hand. I chuckled at his cute mannerisms, before mentally slapping myself and remembering what I was doing this for.

"I don't know if you remember me, but I think we caught each other's eye in the cafeteria a few weeks ago. I must apologize for glaring at you, I had just received some rather... unsettling news." I said, hoping that would be enough to make up for my lustful glare.

"It's cool, don't worry about it." he said, waving his hand dismissively. I gave him the lop-sided grin that Esme had always found so charming, and I was immediately fighting for control as the most stunning blush spread across his face. Oh no, don't tell me he's actually-

Mine!

I ripped him from his seat and flung our books and pencils off of the table.

"Mr Cullen, what in the world are you doing? Get of him at once?" Mr Banner shrieked, leaping out of his seat. I gave an almighty snarl, baring my teeth, and the man gaped at me in terror, before fleeing the room along with the rest of the class. I shoved Beau onto the table, now miraculously clear of scientific equipment.

"E-Edward? What are you doing?" Beau stuttered, looking at me in wide eyed horror. I bent down and nipped gently at the skin where his neck met his ear, purring softly. The monster stirred.

"Just loving you, beautiful," I murmured in his ear, and the feeling of him hardening against me told me that the attention was not unwanted. I smirked, and ripped his t-shirt from his body. His skin was soft and smooth, spread out over a lithe frame. I felt his heart flutter as it pumped his delicious blood rapidly around his body, most of it heading south... "You are stunning," I whispered as I peppered kisses across his chest, my fingers stroking his ribs. "I could just eat you..."

"W-what?" he mumbled, barely coherent as he jerked about under my ministrations. I placed my head against his heart, listening to it thunder like a busy freeway. I hardened impossibly against his thigh, and I heard him gasp.

"Yes..." I gritted, bucking against him slightly. Throwing ever more caution into the wind, I slammed my lips against his, thrusting my tongue, demanding entry. He granted it willingly, fisting his hands in my wild hair in an attempt to pull me closer. I kicked the chair out of the way and climbed up on top of him, pressing my weight against his slim body. He moaned at this, and my tongue searched deeper into his mouth. His legs drew back slightly, as if to wrap around me. "Naughty..."

I slapped his rear end sharply, and he let out a gasp. I ripped the rest of the clothing from his body, and then he was laid out before me. "Absolutely beautiful..."

Absolutely mine...

I growled and ran my tongue along his foot, nibbling at his toes, causing a giggle to emerge amidst his moans. I smirked, working my way further up his leg, focusing on the area behind his knee. He cried out and arched just a little, and I press his legs further backward. Fuck... what a flexible thing you are. That would come in handy.

I licked and nipped up along his thigh, and his hands once again found my hair and twisted themselves amongst it. Pushing both his legs up against his stomach, I looked down and the monster inside me roared. So much blood... I took his length in my mouth, licking up and down, savoring what was merely a hint of his incredible flavor. I sucked a little and he bucked against the table.

"Now, now," I murmured to him, and slapped him sharply again on his ass. He settled a little, and continued to suck. The monster was becoming too strong, and I had to let him go. Instead I loomed over him, pushing his legs back as far as they could go. Fuck, his feet were behind his head... Was I hurting him? Part of me didn't care in the slightest, but another part of me searched his eyes and was relieved to find nothing but incoherent bliss. So fucking flexible...

I leaned back and saw the object of my desire, his smooth, tight entrance. I ran a finger around it and he moaned again. He was going to be tight... I slapped his ass and his surprise caused the pucker to relax a little. I slipped a finger inside, massaging him slightly.

So fucking tight...

His eyes were hooded, staring up at me with lust and a little confusion. "Surely you can see the effect you have on me," I smirked at his face. "You just make me... lose my mind..." I whispered in his ear, and he shivered and relaxed further. He seemed to be ready now, his arms wrapped securely around my neck, my face buried in his neck as I pressed my mouth against his pulse. I pressed my now rock hard cock against his him, waiting for him.

"Please..." he whimpered, and that was all I needed, and began to push into him. I roared as his tightness pressed against my cock, my hands splintering the edge of the table as it groaned in protest beneath us. I pushed in ever further, amazed that he could take so much of me. I shuddered at the incredible feeling, raising my head up and pressing my hands down on his shoulders. Once I had gone as far in as he was able to endure, I withdrew and slammed in again hard.

"FUCK!" he cried out, tears running down his face. I stilled for a moment, be he opened his eyes and looked up at me "please, don't stop."

And so I did not stop.

My hips thrust back and forth against him as I plunged in and out, causing his body to be pushed further and further up the table. He returned once more to incoherency, sometimes moaning, sometimes calling my name softly, as he clawed against my back and my hair.

"That's it," I chuckled, pressing deep inside of him and holding myself there. The table, it seemed, was not enjoying the process quite as much as Beau was, and with an almighty groan it splintered and cracked underneath my force. I carefully lifted Beau free of the collapsing table and whirled around, slamming him against the wall. I remained buried within him, and started to thrust my hips again as he bounced up and down, he head thrown back and his eyes closed. I felt his heart pick up even further, and I knew he was close. Holding him up with one arm, I dipped the other between us and wrapped my hand around his cock, pulling smoothly.

"Come, now, beautiful," I snarled against him, feeling myself get closer too. Scream, go on...

"EDWARD!" he cried out, releasing between us.

"Yessss I hissed," as he spasmed around my cock, milking me harder. "Oh fuck yes!" I cried out myself, the beast within me giving one final, almighty roar as I came inside of him, and plunged my sharp teeth into his warm neck.

Mine...

I snapped back to reality, shocked and unable to move. Not daring to breath, I looked around slowly, and found that the class was still present, the table was still intact and Beau was still clothed, peering into a microscope. I shuffled around slightly - it may have just been a daydream, but I was still hard, and it would not do to be found so in Biology class. Why the hell had I had such a vivid dream about him? Was it possible my attraction to him was for more than just his blood? I looked over at him warily, and he sat there innocent and oblivious to my thoughts. I pried my hands off the table, noticing it had begun to crack slightly. Beau completed his work with the microscope, and passed it over to me.

"You... like Biology?" I inquired, unable to think of anything else to say and not trusting myself to in any case.

"Yeah, it's pretty good, you know." he replied, "As long as we're not cutting anything open, I think I've got it all under control." You too huh?

"Funny," I replied, "I often feel exactly the same way." I took the microscope and quickly wrote down my answers, barely registering what I was doing but sure I would be correct anyway. For the rest of the class I sat motionless and not breathing, only looking over at Beau intermittently.

My God he has terrible handwriting, I thought to myself, and suppressed a smile. How could such lovely hands produce such a scrawl? No, he is not lovely. He is just a human boy, and I was an entirely heterosexual undead creature of myth, whatever Carlisle, Rosalie and Alice might have thought. Suddenly I was filled with disgust at myself. I could not allow myself to have these feeling, I could not let them continue. I was already a vampire, that was enough unnaturalness on my part. Carlisle had enough trouble convincing me as to the safety of my soul as it was, I didn't need this. Beau turned to look at me, and surely must have noticed the look of disgust on my face. Fortunately the bell had rung and I fled the room, no longer able to look at him.

BPOV

I drove home in a huff, once more infuriated by the bewildering behavior of Edward Cullen. One moment he wants to murder me, the next he wants to be my friend, and the one after that he thinks I'm gross or something.

Better he thinks you're unpleasant than in need of a beating, I thought to myself. It still pissed me off royally though. Where did he get off anyway? I might have been plain and a bit small, and he a one-man Calvin Klein catalog, but what the hell did that matter? I hadn't done anything to him, not the slightest thing, and he flings his emotions around like a yo-yo. Perhaps he had some sort of personality disorder or something, and hadn't been taking his medication. Then there was the color of his eyes, inexplicably changing, and the coldness and ridiculous intensity of his handshake. Charlie had always emphasized the importance of a strong handshake, but Edward didn't seem to know where to stop on that.

I curled up on the couch and switched on a movie - I liked to think of myself as a bit of a film buff, yet here I was Shrek, something harmless to take my mind off of things. The ogre reminded me of Edward a little - he swung from pleasant to horrible at the slightest provocation. Perhaps Edward was insecure about something too? I doubted it. I knew it was foolish to look at a flawless cover and imagine a flawless book. Nobody had a perfect life, but I found it hard to think of what could possibly trouble Edward Cullen. Every girl at school seemed to crush on him to one degree or another, and a good proportion of the boys were jealous. He didn't seem to have many friends, but that seemed to be a choice he made himself along with the rest of his family. Had he wanted more, I had no doubt they would be beating down his door for a shot at being Edward Cullen's BFF.

I made a vein attempt at doing my English homework, I report on Wuthering Heights. 'Sif. I couldn't stand the book, and decided it must be a girl thing. I didn't mind the Austin, though, not that I'd ever tell anybody that. I did have to question why the school syllabus was so full of old English romance novels. There must be more than a few lonely women on staff at Forks High.

That cold handshake lingered in my thoughts all throughout the rest of the day, and I decided that there was something different about Edward. His eyes said it, his hands said it and his moods said it. I just wondered if he'd ever stay calm enough for long enough for me to find out what. The next day, the sun shone brightly on Forks for the first time since I had arrived, and at school there was not a Cullen to be seen.

A/N - Well there you have it, table AND wall sex! You lucky, filthy things, you. You can't go and unread that now, you know. REVIEW!!! Please…