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    Dark Desire

    “No,” Alice replied. “But, I see him trying to incite Edward by hitting on you,” she giggled. “I know that Edward can be a little high strung where you’re concerned, but I seriously doubt that Edward would kill him over it.”

    “Ha! Just send him down to La Push. I’m sure there’s at least one wolf that would happily dismember him,” Emmett suggested as he sat on the opposite end of the couch.

    “Hey, you’re back early,” I looked around quickly. “Where’s Edward?” He shrugged and turned on the TV, blatantly ignoring me.

    Hmmm, they were definitely up to something, but what? I shook my head at their silliness. Let them have their childish fun; I had other things to deal with. “I better go deal with Demetri before he takes an ax or chainsaw to his unnaturally sturdy neck.”

    Demetri was sitting against the far wall staring absently out the bright window, his skin casting rainbows throughout the room. I kneeled in front of his still form searching his haggard, yet beautiful, face. “Want to go hunting with me?” I’d put it off longer than was comfortable. It was Carlisle’s new idea. He wanted to see how long I could go without eating and how I handled being around humans during my fast. Charlie and Jacob had actually been quite helpful in this little experiment. So far I’d been able to comfortably go eighteen days, but anything beyond that seemed to turn me into a psychotic fiend. It had taken Edward, Emmett, Jasper, and Jacob to keep me from trying to take a nip at Charlie. I was thoroughly embarrassed about it, but he seemed to think it was hilarious. Needless to say, I was all out of patience with this experiment.

    Demetri turned his coal black eyes to me, his lips pressed into a thin smile. That was an improvement. Any reaction was good, but I hadn’t come anywhere close to a smile in the last couple of weeks. “Is this your revenge?” he asked thickly

    “Revenge for what?” I had no idea what he was going on about. Admittedly, I rarely did.

    “For the part I played with the Volturi when Edward sought our assistance.”

    “Of course not. Am I being exceptionally cruel to you, Demetri?” I asked softly moving beside him and taking his limp hand.

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