Not So Perfect, a twilight fanfic

a/n Well it's been a while since I did any twilight stuff and thought I might as well write some more. If any of you have any ideas for my I felt hope story feel free to inbox me. I seem to be behind in all my updates but that's the life of a teen :) So damn busy lol. This one just popped into my head. Wanted to explore some charcter feelings and stuff :) ONESHOT don't ask me to continue it. Basically, Edward and Bella, they've just done the deed, Bella is asleep and Edward is thinking. :P enjoy..x..

Not So Perfect

What the hell was I thinking? This was wrong on so many levels.

I am a vampire. Bella is a human. Though now I am totally ready to change her into a vampire.

I'll change her whenever she wants now. That was just, wow.

Bit a pillow, but really, I am beyond caring about furniture right now. I think I should look at her, to make sure I haven't damaged her.

She might be dead. No, stop over reacting Cullen, you can hear her breathing you imbecile.

I'll chance a quick look at her.

Shit! Oh dear. Oh god, what have I done. Look at her.

There were bruises up and down all her arms, in the perfect shape of my hands. She wasn't wearing anything, and I could see every bruise. Every place I had touched her, I had hurt her. Why hadn't she told me to stop. Whay had she just let me keep going?

My senses went haywire last night, but I was so sure that I had been gentle. Maybe I was focusing a bit too much on...other parts of my body being gentle.

I was disgusted with myself. Why did I do that. Why did I agree. Now I checked the rest of her body. Check her legs. There were bruises trailig all the way up them. Up her shins and calves, up her things, right up to the apex of them. Probabl a lot of bruising there actually. I am such an idoit.

Now I was worried about internal bleeding. Maybe I had been to rough with her. She was only a human.

I don't remember her saying anything last night about being in pain. Not even when I took her. She was too brave and was going to blame herself if I was angry with her in the morning. I lay back, trying not to think about it. It was my fault. I would just wait until the morning, when she woke up.

She would run screaming, apalled at what I had done to her last night.

And I would be all alone, in my perfect glory. She always called me perfect. This proves it so wrong.

Here I am, in all my not so perfect glory.

a/n:I do not think I will revisit this. I have checked it once. Tenses are all over the place, but I thhink it gives it a childish charm lol :) Anyway, please review. Don't be too harsh. I'm off to write some more fanfiction now ;) ..x..