I was watching New Moon, the vote scene... When Edward said, "Why are you doing this to me?" It struck a nerve and gave me an idea of a different turn of events. What if Bella got pissed at this question, really pissed? Here is my answer.

A big ole THANK YOU to Jess for beta'ing this for me.

Remember, I own nothing. Stephanie Meyer does.

Shattered Glass

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Edward's expression bordered on disgust. His words circled over and over in Bella's mind.

Why are you doing this to me?

Bella fumed. 'To him?' She thought. 'We were not talking about him. We were talking about me.'

Carlisle was saying something, but she was too lost in her own thoughts to pay attention to his words. She looked down at her feet and pondered.

Why are you doing this to me?

Her stomach twisted and lurched just as it did the day Edward left her. She closed her eyes for a moment and let his words sink in. Even after what had happened in Volterra, he was denying her. An awkward silence followed as the family began to slowly retreat from the room. Bella finally exhaled and raised her eyes to find Jasper staring at her. His body tensed and his mouth parted slightly but he said nothing. She hastily looked back down at the shiny hard wood floor beneath her feet.

Why are you doing this to me?

She could not fathom how spending the remainder of his existence with her by his side could evoke such a response from him. Why was he fighting it? Why didn't he want her? How could he dare think that this was about just him?

"Bella, don't..." Jasper whispered.

She turned toward him and Edward's head snapped up, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. Of course Jasper's gift let him feel the wretched rejection coursing through her. He shook his head from side to side. "You're wrong. You don't understand."

Edward was suddenly behind her, his arms around her waist gently pulling her back away from Jasper.

"You're right. I don't understand." She pushed Edward's hands off and walked away from both of them, rushing down the stairs.

"Bella?" Edward asked.

She didn't answer him. She didn't look back. Her legs had a mind of their own and moved quickly toward the door.

Edward stood before her, blocking her escape route with his brow furrowed. His fingertips ran down her cheek. "What are you doing?"

"I'd like to go home now."

"I'll drive you," he responded.

"No, I'll drive myself." She sighed. They had run there. She didn't have her truck.

He took his keys out of his pocket and handed them to her. "I am sorry if I upset you."

She narrowed her eyes, wanting to scream at him or smack some sense into him, but no words came. He embraced her then, burying his head in her hair and inhaling deeply.

"Your scent, it is like a drug to me."

More of Edward's words sparked a battle inside her mind. Her scent was his heroin, her blood that he both loved and hated. It had created a wall between them and she wanted to tear it down. The faint smile on his lips mocked her. Bella pushed him and he backed away, gasping when he saw the tear that was running down her cheek.

"Oh god, did I hurt you?"

She scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. She contemplated whether vampires could go insane and then laughed. She laughed in spite of his horrified expression. She laughed until she had to hold herself up and Edward was looking at her as though she'd gone mad. Maybe she had... This whole situation went beyond the realm of any sanity she knew. Vampires, werewolves, secret societies and Bella... A puny accident prone human destined to die, whether it was of old age, or in a tangle of immortal love, it didn't matter to her anymore.

Edward stepped toward her. "Bella, are you alright?"

She looked up at him. "No, I am not alright. Jesus Christ, Edward, you didn't hurt me!" She began to pace in front of him. Her words weren't exactly the truth, he may not have physically hurt her, but his words cut like a knife. She silently cursed everything about the situation. How could she be so stupid? So naïve to think that just because he was back that anything had changed, her insides boiling with the unspoken questions and broken promises between them.

She stopped, her hands balled into fists, tears streaking her face, she had the urge to hit him. "Do you remember telling me that you are a selfish creature?"

He nodded.

"Well, Edward, you are in good company because right now, I am feeling incredibly selfish. Now please get out of my way. I would like to go home by myself."

He stepped aside. "I'm sor...

"Shut up." She snapped through gritted teeth.

"What?" He looked shocked. She was pretty shocked too. She'd never spoken to him that way. She felt liberated; it felt good to finally tell him what was really going on inside of her head. These two words had opened up a floodgate of truths that she was about to unleash upon him.

"You are not sorry. You are getting what you want. I will stay human, frail, and mortal so that you can torture yourself with my scent and carry out your stupid plot to hide me from the Volturi. Go ahead, make yourself sick with worry until I die someday, and I'm sure that you will wallow in misery over how you couldn't protect me from death you fucking hypocrite."

His hands were shaky as he opened the door for her. "Is it so wrong that I want you to be happy? To have a normal life?"

"I love you, Edward. It is too late for me to have a normal life. And in case you haven't figured it out by now, I cannot be happy unless I have you."

"But you do have me, you always will." He looked away from her.

Even angrier, she grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "I want more. I don't want to pretend that you are my grandson fifty years from now. I am going to want to be able to hold your hand and kiss you in public. What would be so bad about you and I being together for eternity? Don't you dare spout off crap about eternal damnation or the loss of my soul because I don't believe that."

"You should. It's the truth."

She was so livid that she started laughing again, which made Edward seethe, confused and upset, he didn't know what to say that hadn't already been said.

"You can't prove that, and I for one do not believe that for a second. I think if you truly had no soul than you wouldn't give a damn about feeding from humans. You wouldn't put forth so much effort to live the way you do and respect human life. You may not be human anymore but you do have a soul." She stepped forward and poked his chest. "I am so tired of how you look at yourself as a soulless monster. If you had no soul, you would have no capacity for love, but you do. I know you do. I can feel it and I can feel you fight it. It... It hurts me so much to see the revulsion in your face when we are on the topic of turning me. You say you want me to be happy, but you can't see that this..."

She waved her hand around, flailing in the air between them. "This makes me feel like I have absolutely no say in what will happen in MY life." Her hands were in fists by her side and Edward sank to his knees preparing to beg her for forgiveness. "I don't want normal. I already have normal and if I have to live the rest of my days like this, I will not be happy, Edward, ever."

She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the tops of his knees and pulling them apart for her to crawl onto him. "I need you to understand that I am not just a love sick teenager. I may be young, but I am not stupid. I have thought about this at great length. I want this. I am not Rosalie. I will not hate you or resent you. You would be giving me what I want. I want you to be a selfish bastard and me make yours. I want you to be able to hold me without fear of breaking me."

"I do hold you," he whispered, gently squeezing his arms around me.

She shook her head and took a breath, willing herself not to cry. "Not like this. To really hold me, to use all of your strength, to kiss me with the passion I know you have, to make love to me. Why do you not want that? How can you love me and not want that?"

No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep the tears from falling. He wiped them away tenderly, wishing he could make her understand. "I do want that, Bella, but-" He paused and took her hand. "I need you to be sure about this. Once it is done, there is no going back. It will rip you away from Charlie and Renee and everyone else that you love. You say you have given this thought, and I believe you, but this kind of decision warrants serious contemplation. At least graduate high school first. Make sure that this is what you want. Right now is too soon. I won't end your life yet, and I won't let anyone else. I won't."

She relaxed into him, her traitorous body tired and heavy. She didn't want to move away from his touch, ever. Pulling her legs around him, she straddled him, her lips moving over his neck, her kisses soon giving way to licks. He tasted so good, his skin her favorite taste in the world. He was unmoving as she slowly kissed his jaw and then his lips, her fingers dancing their way into his hair while she mumbled I love you in between kisses. When he reciprocated and kissed her back, she felt a surge of energy and arousal take hold of her, her hips began grinding into his, letting her feel his erection under her; fueling her to push harder, to part her lips so that she could taste his skin again. His hands explored her back over her shirt and then he gripped her tightly. She prayed that he was finding the strength she knew he had and would not end this yet. Please god, not yet. She could feel the sudden tension in his body as he broke the kiss, but she would not give up easily, pushing herself against his body, as close as she could possibly get, kissing every part of him that she could get her greedy little lips on. As he started to pull away, she clutched onto him, holding on for dear life.

"Bella, please..." He rasped. "I can't."

His words were enough to make her freeze in place. He can't... He won't... and she was too physically weak to do anything about it. Enraged, she pushed herself away from him and stumbled to her feet before rushing out the door, slamming it so hard the glass shattered on impact. She was so angry that she could feel blood trickling down her face, but it didn't hurt. She was numb- pain would actually have been a welcome sensation to her. Callously, she brushed off stray pieces of glass from her arms and shook out the pieces in her hair, cutting herself more in the process. As she reached for the door of his car she could see the tiny shards of glass imbedded in the skin of her arm, sparkling in the dim light, the rain creating a glistening red mess.

"Don't go." He said from behind her. Startled, she spun around to face him not knowing that he was so close. He was inches from her, wet from the rain and across his face were droplets of her blood. His wasn't breathing. He looked furious. They stared at each other in silence. His tongue crept out, licking off a drop of blood on his lip and looking at her with an expression that should have scared her but it did just the opposite.

"Edward, go inside." Carlisle said in a voice that Bella had never heard him use. He sounded angry, void of compassion, but Edward didn't move. Carlisle was now beside him, his hand braced on Edward's shoulder. "Bella, I think you should go."

Bella saw a flash of color, heard a distinct fierce growl, and wasn't sure if it was coming from Edward or Carlisle. Everything around her turned into a blur. She had been pushed to the ground which was now shaking from their violent shoving. She turned her head to see Carlisle on top of Edward, struggling to hold him down. "Go, Bella. Now!" Carlisle yelled.

Never once stumbling, she got inside the car, keys in the ignition, and accelerated, tearing away from the house in complete shock over what had just happened. Part of her was taking a sick pride in Edward's reaction. She should have been mortified, he could have killed her. He had looked like he wanted to... He had fought with Carlisle, his father, a man whose respect he held dearly. A realization hit her. What she had seen back there wasn't the Edward she knew. What she had seen was the very thing that Edward hadn't wanted her to ever see, what he did not want her to become; an instinctual beast who lusted for blood over all else. He hadn't been concerned for her soul the moment that he'd tasted her blood, he had just wanted more.

And yet she wasn't afraid of him. Even when logic was telling her to flee, it took everything she had to drive away. She didn't want to leave Edward and Carlisle like that. If anything, she was afraid that Carlisle might hurt him. She laughed to herself. Someone was always trying to protect her. It was pathetic really. Even then, to think that that vehicle could move fast enough to escape Edward. What a cruel joke.

She feigned for distractions, thinking about Renee and school, but she couldn't focus on anything but Edward. Intrigued by the phenomenon of singers, she remembered seeing Edward for the first time, a human look-alike, quiet, brooding and bored- but beautiful, always beautiful. In Biology, the clenching of his fists, the anger is his eyes.

"Your scent, it is like a drug to me."

Again she laughed at the irony of her blood being his addiction; the ultimate test of his control. Her life force was the source of all of her problems. It was like blaming the sun for making the Earth a little too hot. You couldn't have it both ways. You either had a thriving Earth with a blazing hot sun, or you had nothing...

She thought of the place where Edward left her, the agonizing months of emptiness, the horrible realization that Edward had tried to end his life because of her. She was wracked with guilt, her stupid cliff diving the cause of so much pain, so much misunderstanding. Yet, it had brought Edward back to her, and that in itself had made her guilt subside. She would do it all over again without question. Her perspective had shifted, but if anything the entire evening had put everything into place for her. It changed nothing. If anything, she wanted him to change her sooner, solidly her place in his life, damn the consequences. She didn't want the perfect facade of Edward Cullen. She wanted all of him, every flawed and monstrous piece of him. Yes, she knew she was being selfish, but she wouldn't deny how she felt. She wanted him in every way. Seeing him lick her blood off of his lips had transformed him, temped him, brought out something dangerous in him. But he was aroused too. That hadn't escaped Bella's attention. She didn't care that it was her blood he lusted after and not her body. Seeing that look of hunger spread across his face and knowing she did that made her feel powerful. She thought that maybe she was sick, a complete whack job for feeling that way, but she did.

Everything came to a screeching halt, literally. Something had just stopped the car with a enormous force. She looked up to see nothing; the door flew open and was ripped from the hinges, disappearing into the night.

Edward.

Her heart raced in anticipation and her twisted mind rejoiced as he appeared where the door used to be. He looked feral and out of control, clothes torn, his chest exposed and water falling from his hair onto his face. He was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Her lips curled into a grin and he emitted a low growl. His eyes raked over her body as he breathed deeply, taking in the scent of his prey. When he met her gaze, they were both stunned into silence. She stared at him, wanting to let down her every guard, no walls, and no secrets; just let him inside of her in every way imaginable. She wished he could read her mind, wished he knew how much she loved him, wanted him, every bloody fucking part of him. Her need for him trumped all. She loved him. She could never fear him.

He laughed and leaned into the door. "Don't lie to yourself. You are afraid. I can smell the adrenaline pouring off of you."

She cocked her head to the side. "That's not fear, Edward. That is excitement. You know my heart races every time I see you. Admit it, you can smell my arousal too."

In a flash he was pushing himself on top of her, lowering the seat and hovering over her, his finger lightly tracing a pattern over her neck.

"You want this?"

"Yes."

He chuckled. "Absolutely no hesitation in your response. So eager to become a fucking killer, Bella? A killer!"

"I'm not afraid. What I want is you." She brought her hands to his chest and watched as he struggled with being so close to her blood. She wanted him to taste her, to see that look on his face again. She wanted him to take every ounce of pleasure that she could give him. All that she asked was that he stop before her heart stopped, so that they could spend eternity together.

His eyes grew wide and he shook his head mumbling something to himself. "No, I can't... Taste her? Her mind... God, it's beautiful..." He pulled away, sitting up and putting his hands over his face. Bella gasped, realizing. 'Oh my god... How did he...' He was reading her thoughts. He laughed and it sounded wicked, it sounded evil. "I can't just taste you. It's so much more... It would start a sweet frenzy that could make me lose control, so easily, Bella."

She was not going to waste this opportunity. She pulled his hands away from his face, rising she put her forehead against his. She was racing through memories, everything she could think of, everyone, everything, her wants, her needs, her dreams. God, how many times had she dreamed of him? How many times had she dreamed of them together with no restraints, no limits- a golden eyed couple amerced in love and having each other to take on forever. She let him see that she was not going into this blind. She didn't expect perfection, didn't expect white picket fences and babies. She expected him in every way, the witty, smart, gentleman and the hungry beast she saw before her now. She clawed her fingernails down his chest and looked him in the eyes, one word raging in her thoughts.

Mine.

He grunted, letting go of what he wanted and gave into her. Her hands roamed him, her thoughts provoking him, his hands ripping away her clothing, his fingers dipping behind her panties, twisting and pulling apart the fabric. He slowed his movements, trailing a finger between her folds, finding her slick and dripping.

"So wet," he breathed, easing a finger so slowly into her. Heat. He was wrapped in heat as she writhed under his hand. They both shuddered, him at her warmth, and she at the coolness of his fingers soothing any discomfort that might have been. She truly felt no pain. She felt incredible. She wanted more. More. He held his finger still, acclimating himself to the feel of her, then gently moving, rocking his fingers before using his thumb to work circles on her clit.

He growled. "Your scent, it's crushing me. Touch me, Bella. Fuck, please touch me."

She was lost; buried in the sensation that was building within her. The velvet tone of his voice uttering the word Fuck drove her crazy. She started fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, panting and breathless, working them down his hips just low enough to feel him in her hand. His erection was incredibly hard, yet his skin was soft and pliable. He moaned every time she worked her hand over the head, swirling his pre cum between her fingertips and rubbing it over him. His fingers were still moving, faster now, more forceful. She clenched around his fingers and held her breath, exhaling and making uncontrollable noises as she shook and moaned his name, the euphoria of an orgasm taking over, making her entire body vibrate, sending her thoughts into bursts of colors.

There were no more words. Just him, just her, just them. Together, right there.

Her hand continued up and down, squeezing, and she could feel his legs begin to shake. She kissed him as hard as she could, using both of her hands to give him this. His body tensed, his rippling muscles flexing, he was close.

Please, Edward, let go. Just feel me. Just let yourself go, please... come for me. His mouth opened and his growl turned into a purr. His eyes flew open and his stare pierced her. He cried out, strangled yet relieved, his head dropping down as he wrapped one arm around her, lifting her hand to his mouth.

He placed a kiss on her knuckle and whispered, "Forgive me."

There was a moment of complete silence and her breath caught. He turned her hand over and she watched as his teeth sliced into her wrist. An effortless break of skin and a rush of blood, she exhaled. She felt no pain. She felt the pressure of his lips, the pulsing of his tongue as he drank. She could feel a part of herself becoming a part of him. He stopped quickly and took her other wrist, biting and sucking, all the time looking at her face; watching her, reading her.

All of this, after everything, his control had never been more honed. Three bites, four bites, none of it painful, each one filled with venom, slowly working its way into her blood stream. Each time asking her to forgive him, each time wincing before his teeth marked her forever. Each one filled with love and the promise of a new life together.