A Twist In My Story ♛｜Edward V & Catalaine｜
From the moment they walked in, it was clear that Edward's home--one of the many--was now Cat's. He'd taken up residence in New York in one of those pent houses he'd heard about for a while now, and had a feeling she would like it. There was a Jacuzzi a nice view of the land below from the balcony, and--thankfully--two beds. Strange, how he was grateful for that. Normally, such a thing wouldn't cross his mind. After all, for all his life, it had been his comfort that mattered more than anyone else's. Such was the way of a petulant "should be but never was" king. But this time, he put someone else's feelings before his, and if that wasn't a step in a new direction, he wasn't sure what was. He didn't want Cat to be uncomfortable with him, and had a feeling that laying in the same bed as he wouldn't be a relief for the innocent creature. Strange, how he found himself caring about her needs, her wants. He'd even called to make sure the fridge was stocked with necessities, as it hadn't been in the months he'd owned it. Now, she was not a typical human, but that only intrigued him more. He wanted to know what it was about her that made her so different, what it was that made him want to take care of her. For he had not felt this way for many people in his lifetime.
He knew she was not a vampire, however, and perhaps that was a relief for him. Female vampires tended to ask for too much, and it was always either blood or sex. Sad to say, he'd only met a few female vampires that strayed from this stereotype, just like he'd only met a few male vampires that strayed from the stereotype they were given. And that, of course, was completely power-hungry villains. Did Edward fall into such a category? Power hungry... perhaps. He was a bit controlling. Bloodthirsty and violent were two things he tended to be, but a villain? Villainous was one thing, as it was merely a character trait, but he wouldn't go so far as to call himself a villain.
Would a villain be focusing so much on the well being of a girl he'd just met? No, probably not. But how could Edward say for sure? If there was one thing he had learned about the world from watching it, it was that things constantly changed, and nothing was ever certain. He hated and accepted both of these things. When they were inside the apartment and he'd shut the door, he gave a slight yawn--an unnecessary one, to say the least--and turned towards her. "I'm sure you're quite tired," he said, nothing that the sun had set quite some time ago. "You can take any bed you'd like, I don't have a preference," he said, gesturing to the two rooms on either side of him. "Only one has its own bathroom, though. You can have it if you'd like, I don't tend to dwell in there," he said casually. After all, it took him 3.5 seconds to shower and brush his teeth, so why bother? He walked forward and gently took her hands in his own, his eyes growing serious. "Cat. I have to go out for a few hours. Do. Not. Follow. Me." His voice was stern, but not too strict. "Understand? Stay here, don't leave until I get back." He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against the top of her head, making his way towards the door. He didn't want to leave her alone, but Lord, was the hunger mounting.