Hidden Secrets Found Unknown

Chapeter 3: Memories Rushing Through Me Like a Dangerous Flood...

Somewhere up North... Way Past Noon... I think it was 9:30PM...

I woke up from my slight dreaming state. As I had awoken, I was in a soft bed. It was warm... I rubbed the back of my head. I was actually sweating.

"Where am I?..." I rubbed my eyes for a second, then looked around. It was a dim room. candles surrounded the room for it to be the only thing to light up the room. It was almost like a honeymoon suite. I wondered to myself... Was dreaming just a memory of my past? Or was it just plain imagination that wanted Carlisle? I didn't know which one to believe.

"So, you're awake, huh?" Carlisle spoke as looked up from his laptop. His reading glasses slid to the edge of his nose, making him more handsome than a god.

I stood up from the bed, wobbling a bit. "Carlisle..." I said breathlessly... Why?

"Hmm?" Carlisle took off his glasses and closed his laptop to continue the conversation.

...What was I supposed to tell him? To ask him, for that matter. 'Carlisle' I thought to myself... 'Why do I have these dreams about you?'....' They tend to keep flooding back to me every time I close my eyes...'....'Please' I would ask in my begging tone. 'Tell me... What happened in 1918...' I would have trembled. 'When you...turned me...'

Carlisle stood up. His long sleeves were rolled up against his brawny muscles. The shirt was unbuttoned to show his handsome body. He looked at me to see that I was quite bewildered. He folded his arms against his chest and waited.

I walked towards him slowly. I traced my steps to make sure it was alrite to approach with such a mood I had.

"What did you want to say to me, Edward?" He sat back down, in the leather chair that was put near a rosewood desk.

I could hear the sound of a wooden chime outside of the room. It was a calm, brisk gust of wind that had passed against it.

Now, I stood infront of him. Nervously, I asked my question. Slowly, but steady. I didn't want him to think that I was being suspicious of anything that I was about to ask.

I sighed heavily... "Carlisle, when you found me... I was dying of the Spanish Influenza, right?"

He hesitated to answer but replied, anyway. "Yes...why?" He was now becoming suspicious.

"Well, um..." I was completely out of my nervous grasp. I had to say ask I had to ask so that I can know the truth. I sighed heavily, again. "When you turned me then. You turned me in a spot that was supposedly in my dreams..." I pointed down to my crotch area.

He looked at where he was pointing and chuckled... "Yeah, and you're point is?" He wasn't surprised at my statement.

"Well! Why is that you did it there? What made you want to do it? Tell me!" I was now on my toes, shouting out the words that came from my head.

He stood up to look at me. I was only about 8 or 9 inches shorter than he was. Anyway, he stared down at me with his golden eyes. "What made me want to turn you?" He chuckled.

"Yes, tell me!" I grasped his shirt with both hands.

He looked at me with astonishment. I blushed, I tried to hide hide it, however, Carlisle was able to wrap an arm around my waist. Pulling me closer to his embrace, making me turn beet red.

"You're body...You're blood...Tempted me to turn you..." He whispered this into my ear. I felt his sharp teeth nibble against my ear. I gave a lustful moan...

I wrapped my arms around his neck. I looked deeply into his eyes. Then, his sensual smile began to kiss at my neck. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long..." He bit at my neck, blood streaming down my neck. Into my white shirt.

A lustful moan was all I could reply to his action. Then, as he was about to bite the other side, I gave a lustful kiss. He deepened it, making me moan into the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He touched my back sexually as he carried me to the fluffy, ivory bed. I felt bad for the people that would have to clean off the blood that was going to be flooding onto the bed like no tomorrow.

He forcefully ripped my clothes. I was completely bear. Carlisle saw that I was still blushing as he dragged his tongue to lap at my blood that was streaing down my neck. I moaned. He then licked his fingers and began to place one into my ass. "Ah! Carlisle!"

He chuckled. "You reacted the same way you did when I turned you..." He added another digit in. "I have to widen your entrance..." I couldn't help but almost scream. I was muffled by Carlisle's hand. "Don't. Even."

I stared up to him with frightened eyes. I wanted to scream but I was held back by a moan that lingered through my throat.

He moved his hand away. He added another digit. 3 fingers urged me to moan that easily? I felt like I was some kind of whore... I shouldn't think that...

Carlisle began to lick by harden nipples. He bit on them, making them show droplets of rubies on my pale skin. He lapped at them. He added aonther digit. I moaned exremely hard now.

My cock reddened as I was about to reach my climax... "Carlisle, my co..." A moan interrupted me. "Ah..."

He then dragged his tongue down to my pelvis, then to my hardened manhood. He licked at it. "You're getting hard already? Just by my fingers? Wow..." He looked up to me, then continued. He swallowed my cock whole, I was being deepthroated. Never knew he could have done that to me. He wrapped his tongue around my cock. White droplets were forming at the tip of my cock.

As he continued, he added his last digit... He then began to fist me. It hurt terribly. I wanted to scream. However, I was chocked up with moans every now and again.

As I moaned, the fisting became much harder than I had expected. When that was being done, I came. White, rather a thick fluid streamed into Carlisle's mouth. I gasped at my accident. "Carlisle, I'm sor..." I stopped to look at him...

He wasn't furious. Yet he wasn't surprised either. He looked rather enjoyed by my accident. He swallowed the cum. I shuddered. "Carlisle...wh..." I was interrupted one again by his fisting. I moaned obediently for Carlisle.

He then took out his clenched hand and began licking it. "You overflowed quickly, huh?" He chuckled as he continously licked at his fingers. Then, as he saw his hand was clean, he saw that my entrance was wet enough for him to stick his cock into me.

I looked at him frightenedly... "Carlisle..." I said breathlessly. I held out my arms for him. He took in my grasp, then took his 10 inch cock and jammed it right into my asshole. I moaned loudly.

He kept his thrusts at a raping state.

My head fell back to the bed. The lustful moans were continously choking me instead of words. He continued his state until the very morning... I think it was 9:30AM.

I had awaken from my 12-hour slumber. I wasn't asleep actually... I was feeling an urge of romance... Why? What made me fall in love with Carlisle? What is last night? How he held me in his grasp so kind-heartedly? I wondered... Did he love me ore than I loved him? I closed my eyes and thought about last night.

Last Night...

I was wrapped in Carlisle's bear, yet muscular arms. He held me close to him. I could feel the warmth of his grasp linger pass my blood and into my soul. If I did have a soul. I once did. He wore his dress slacks after he raped me. I was naked, however, the bloodied blanket hid that.

I breathed silently to myself. "Carlisle..." I said sheepishly.

"Yes?" Carlisle said as he kissed the back of my neck. It was so soft. The kiss made me blush into my pale white skin.

"I...I love you... Ive been meaning to tell you this since the day you turned me...90 years ago..." I felt a smile curve onto my lips.

Carlisle stopped. He backed away from me as he stood up from the bed.

I was now nervous and embarrassed... I think what I had said was a bit too sudden for him to hear.

"Carlisle...I'm...I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean to say this to you so fast...I'm sorry..." I hid myself under the bloodied sheets, to hide my embarassment state.

Carlisle felt guilty. He stood there motionless. he didn't breathe. At least,...I didn't hear him.

I was tearing under the covers. I didn't want Carlisle to see them. I went red with blush. 'I knew he would react this way... I should have said nothing...' I was now crying under these bleached red sheets.

Carlisle heard my muffled cry from under the sheets. He sat at the edge of the bed. "Edward...I'm sorry...Please...show your beautiful face to me... Please do not cry..."

I muffled a "no" from under the sheets. I felt him trying to reveal myself by pulling the sheets, but, I pulled them back over me.

Carlisle gave a heavy sigh. "Edward..." He then pulled the sheets easily because I let go. He then looked at my face. I was full of tears. I hid myself by placing a pillow infront of my wet face.

Carlisle rubbed his head in anger. He was furious at himself. He said nothing. It was silent... Just silent... It stayed like that the entire night. Until I had awoken the next morning, not seeing him laying on the other side of the king-sized bed.