Blind

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Twilight Saga.

I would've laughed if I'd let myself imagine today a few years ago, because, this was not even close to logic. This was a complete fairytale—he was a make believe.

They were meant for children with wild imagination and pure innocence, not for a 17 year old girl who was always struggling to stay alive.

But here I was, sitting overly comfortable on my impossibly beautiful and good vampire boyfriend. He was good, like, helping people good; and he was better than I was.

I definitely didn't deserve him.

Edward turned his head to look at me; he was always so sensitive about my body language, and that included my heartbeats.

"Is something bothering you, love? Are you tired?" he sat up, forced me to change my position.

He'd always been protective of my existence from the minute I met him. Huh, let's make it since the week after I met him.

He was thirsty of my own hot, fresh-flowing blood that was said to be like heroin.

And he loved me, a girl who's denying death.

He chose to love me, instead of eating my heroin infused blood. What a God. What a strange, mysterious, and dazzling God.

I loved his whole family of Gods, and I love Edward more than anything I'd ever known.

I looked at Esme, such a gentle mother; her heart shaped face was gleaming with excitement as she flipped through an issue of the Architectural Digest, with Alice beside her, snooping her face impatiently at her mother. Such a warm picture.

Carlisle was reading a heavy looking, awfully thick book with his full attention. He sat with such graceful position that it would've been killing his back if he was human. His ever warm eyes stared deeply into the faded pages, scanning intently for something I assumed was for his medical research. He was more dedicated than any other human doctors I had ever seen.

"Where are Rose and Em?" I asked unsuspiciously.

Edward scanned for a second and then his face turned slight repulsed.

"They're..." He was thinking for the right word.

I kissed him to shut his mouth. I knew he'd been without partner for too long to struggle in describing what they were doing; it was kind of awkward because I was there.

He was such a gentleman.

I curled up on his cool, wide chest, and just felt his hands tracing my fragile face. It was nice and soothing.

I knew what he expected of me now: to be really calm and quiet... then slowly drift into one of my very vivid sleeps. The kick he was getting from watching me sleep was really starting to get me, but I couldn't care about it right now.

Maybe tomorrow.

Because his scent.. His moves.. Him humming my lullaby.. All of them instructed me to sleep.

And I had no power to deny that, even if I tried with all that I got.

I love him, and I knew that I could never love him right in this mortal form. So all that I can do is just pray that he'd see how it was supposed to be, he and I. Vampire loving another vampire, an equal of a lover.

But love, of all things, is blind.

So until then, both my love Edward Cullen and I would have to be patient.

Then we would have forever to love...

Author's Note: This was done in under one hour writing time, so what do you think? Please tell me! I know I've been off a long time.. I was hoping that if this story goes well I might write another series. So please, review! Thank you all!