Creatures of Habit [1-10].pdf

Creatures of

Habit

by EZRocksAngel

Chapter 1 – 3

Chapter 2 – 15

Chapter 3 – 21

Chapter 4 – 27

Chapter 5 – 34

Chapter 6 – 38

Chapter 7 – 44

Chapter 8 – 50

Chapter 9 – 54

Chapter 10 – 63

Chapter 1

BPOV

On my way-E

Good. Love You-B

I laid the phone on the desk. The text made me feel better but until he was back in this house I

wouldn't be content.

We had never been apart for this long. What started as a three day business trip ended up

taking a week. I tried to be patient. Getting upset was useless and a bit immature. Edward

couldn't help if something unexpected came up that he had to follow through on—the non-

profit was important. It always would be to him. Even so, it shouldn't have been a big deal for

him to be gone for a week. We'd been married for six years.

But it was a big deal. I still craved him. His scent. His touch. His laugh.

I supposed this was a good thing since we were bound for eternity. Falling out of love with

your mate would be devastating. From what I understood it was rare. Vampires mated for

'life.' Only one thing could cause a break in the bind.

And that line of thought was off limits.

So like a dutiful wife, I stayed behind and continued the project we were currently focused on.

My eyes skimmed the newspapers laid out across the enormous desk. Edward taught me his

methods for meticulous research and I found it useful. It was also distracting as each minute

passed by tediously slow.

Buried on page eight of the metro section was the tiny article I'd been searching for:

Cashier abducted from 24 Hour convenience store. Darius Miller, age 23, was working the

graveyard shift on April 14. At approximately 3:45 am a customer entered the store and found

it unlocked but empty. Concerned he notified the authorities. So far, Mr. Miller has not been

located and the police are considering the circumstances suspicious.

"Suspicious," I muttered, flipping the page. "More like, ' there goes another one'."

Edward and I had been tracking a series of missing men and women from various late night

establishments for the last six weeks. We were convinced vampires were behind the

disappearances. There was no evidence on site—security cameras held no information other

than one minute the workers were there—the next they were gone. Then Edward had visited

each establishment after the abductions and each time caught the same distinct, vampiric

scent.

Now we were looking for clues to who was behind it and what they were doing. At best, it

was a rouge vampire foolishly drinking his way through the city. At worst…well, we both

knew what the worst could be. It was unspoken, but I knew we both had the nagging fear that

another army was being built. This is why I stayed home while Edward traveled back to

Washington for some Pacific Northwest Trust business.

After what seemed like hours since his text, I heard the car in the drive. In a heartbeat the door

opened and the sound of his feet traveled across the hardwoods. My ears caught his

inhalation—seeking me out—pinpointing my location in the house. I could go to him. I

wanted to go to him.

But I knew better. So I waited and let him come to me.

Edward loved the chase. The hunt. It's why he did what he did. There was nothing more

exhilarating for him than to set his sights on something and pursue it. He wanted to conquer it.

Solve the puzzle. Complete the mystery. And when it came to me he wanted nothing more

than to claim ownership. It was his nature. Our nature. In another life I would have found this

offensive—even demeaning. But here, in this one, it was about instinct over progression. And

as a vampire instinct always prevailed.

His feet finally met the landing and with a gush his scent wafted through the room. I tapped a

pencil on the desk, pretending to mull over numbers, facts and figures. Really, I did have a job

to do, but I knew nothing more now than I did an hour ago or two days before that. The

information wasn't remotely as interesting as the smell of him. I allowed my tongue to touch

the air—to taste him.

He spoke first. "Hi."

My phantom heart warmed, but I didn't turn and instead simply replied, "Hi babe—just

looking over some stuff—give me a minute."

"I missed you." No longer across the room, he was now behind me. Vampire speed. His lips

were on my neck. I fought a shudder, but I wouldn't cave first. Not yet at least. "That was too

long." He continued—his fingers reaching under the hem of my shirt.

"Only a week. Not too bad." I lied.

His fingers splayed up my back and I arched despite myself. He laughed low and in my ear,

calling my bluff and spinning me to face him.

"Too long," he repeated kissing under my ear and down my jaw.

"Next time I'm coming with you," I said, leaning back on the desk, brushing his hair back.

"Definitely."

Edward's lips found mine and he kissed me long and hard.

One thing I've learned since my transformation is harder is better. Soft is nice. But harder is

definitely better.

His hands began to roam, inspecting my body as though it had possibly changed while he was

gone.

"How was your trip?"

I wanted to know. I did, but not as much as I wanted to annoy him. It was futile though—he

was a man on a mission.

"Take it off," he said, eyeing my shirt.

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