Genesis

Deep in the darkest nights, Edward walked hurriedly towards Peacock Avenue where his family used to reside. The night was so silent, Edward's footsteps could be heard miles away. He scanned his environment from time to time, then set his gaze ahead. The streets of Wallace town were so quiet, bars and night clubs closed, few traffic and regular police checks.

All this was due to the high count of murders, the police and the Sherriff's department had failed to account for. Edward had sneaked out to attend an underground fight hosted in an exclusive place deep in ghost street. A low growl followed by a sharp lady's scream brought Edward to a sudden stop. The sound came from the trash cans nearby. Confused, not decided whether to proceed or head back, Edward froze on the road. He was so deep in thoughts, taking slow steps backwards until he stepped on a piece of branch from the large oak tree opposite the road.

The growling stopped and there was a tense silence for a while followed by a shadow like form emerging from the dark corner where the trash cans were stacked. Edward clenched his teeth and shook in fear, sweat dripping down his forehead. The thrill was so intense that he went down on his knees and covered his face.

He heard a laughing voice followed by giggles and when he opened his eyes, there stood Marcus and Sofia laughing to their knees.

"What sup bro, we made you wet your pants right" Marcus shouted tapping Edward slightly on the shoulder.

Edward heaved a sigh of relief, "Oooh man you really got me on that one, thought in a few I would be joining the dead in the mortuary"

"Sorry bro, we had to. Marcus and I were at the fight too. You didn't see us, so we decided to move out earlier and prank you." Sofia said, extending her hand to Edward to help him up.

They cracked jokes for some minutes then Marcus suggested they head out to a friend's secret party hosted in the woods near the town. They took shortcuts to avoid police checks and dodge their patrols.

Marcus led them inside the forest. The tall trees which were masked by shadows towered over them, almost like they were watching every step they took. All was silent. No bird chirp, no howl of the wind. The darkness of the forest thickened. With no light in sight, they tried to go through the endless maze. Following the path, they ran the back of their hands across all the trees.

They felt weird, the moss cold and wet, the bark sharp and bumpy. The only noise that could be heard was the occasional twig snapping beneath their feet and the sudden hoot of an owl calling to her young.

Edward broke the silence" Hey Marc! do you really know where we are going. This place sounds creepy. If there was a party, we would hear some noise. I want to go back"

"Chill.... relax bro. We are almost. You know with the whole police thing we need to lay low. The party is in a bunker ahead" Marcus assured Edward.

They reached a small clearing in the forest. Marcus led them to the entrance of the bunker. He knocked on the door and a voice beneath responded "password!"

Marcus responded, "One tight pussy two stiff dicks". Sofia and Edward glowered at him as a middle-aged guy with Viking gold hair, hawkish nose, defined cheekbones, concrete jaw and titan shoulders opened the door.

The music was so loud inside the soundproof bunker. It was messy and empty bottles lay on the ground, waiting for someone to trip over them. On the dance floor, sweaty, drunken teen coiled tightly together jumping to the base of the music. On one side, a teen poured beer on two half-naked girls wrestling in a pool of beer. Marcus's friend Alex approached them with four beers handing them.

"Welcome mate thought you would never make it to the party. (Extending a handshake to Marcus and Edward then kissing Sofia on her forehead) come on guys, enjoy"

Edward walked to the couch near the DJ. He was not the dancing type but more of the drinking and watching type. He sat there holding the beer with both hands taking steady sips.

A short haired lady with pale skin but charming eyes approached him from the dancefloor "Hey handsome, who left you…let me guess, you got a lady expectant…no…eeeeh…. she gave you STD's… (sensing no humor in her jokes) am Clarke"

Edward extended his hand to greet her maintaining eye contact with a flirty smile. "Edward…my name is Edward…nice outfit you got there (staring at her breast then quickly back to her eyes)"

They both sat down drank beer and cracked jokes and sang to the music. Clarke suggested they go and hung around the nearby trees outside. They walked in silence towards the trees. When they got there, he hugged her, holding her tightly against him, an embrace that could be considered friendly but only just. When they broke apart, her face was flushed, her eyes shining.

"Clarke (staring her deep in the eyes) you got the most beautiful eyes. Are you seeing someone?"

Instead of answering, Clarke reached for him, putting her small, cold hand on the back of his neck, lifting her lips to his.

"you're so cold…can I give you my jacket" Edward said trying to take his coat out.

"shhhhhh!" Clarke whispered forcing the coat back on him.

They kissed first lightly, then more urgently, his tongue in her mouth, her hips tilted against his, her breast against his chest, her whole body sending a message that was undeniable.

"come" she led him to the nearby dry grass. They started kissing again. Her tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair. He pulled her against him, thinking that he'd never get her close enough, that if he could fold her inside of him, like a mother tucking a baby into her coat, he'd do it.

She nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with her fingertips. They both went down on the grass. She unfastened his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his cock with her palm before taking him on her mouth. He sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt, when Clarke gave a throaty moan, then rolled her mouth from base to tip and whispered, "look at me."

He pulled her up, so they were face to face again. He slid his hands between her legs. He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobes, where she was ticklish. "Ooh," she whispered. "Ooh! Oh, oh, oh" she sighed as he worked is fingers down her briefs. Before she could recover, he rolled her onto her back and slipped inside her.

He reached down and stroked her cheek, then her hair. "Oh, God," she whispered, setting her hips in a way he knew would send him right over the edge. She gasped and shut her eyes and then neither of them speaks. She had one hand on his shoulder the other slowly stroking his back, from the neck to the base of his spine. Edward plunged inside her deep, that heat. Clarke moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice on his ear, urging him on. He gasped as she put her lips against his ear, whispering his name over and over again like a chant or a prayer.

If there was going to be awkwardness, it would come when they'd finished. He still wore his socks and still had her panties hooked around one ankle. The act was so intense but interrupted by a sharp scream followed massive screams. Edward and Clarke ran towards different directions.