Bella Swan blinked, her tears already dry against the strong breeze that smelled of inevitable rain. The high schooler hated the cold. It reminded her of death and death reminded her of ageing which brought the image of herself as an old woman to the forefront of her mind. She needed to die, that was the only answer.
She felt his presence before she heard his approaching footsteps. He was her drug, her fountain of youth.
If only Edward Cullen felt the same way about himself. Did he not realize that the red liquid running through his veins should be hers to share - Bella wanted to bite him and show him just how much she wanted it. Maybe then...
"Bella, what are you thinking?" His soft, inquisitive tone wrecked her train of thought and buried the tracks in his scent. "You know I can't read your mind."
He would be smiling, one side of his mouth turned up in that teasing way. Bella leaned her head against his still chest and wished away the moments.
-THE END