The moon shone down softly through the filter of the clouds. It was waning, and there was almost no moon left. His silhouette was ever drawing closer and I realized he moved with the unnerving grace of a hunter. Not his usual graceful strut.

"Please…"I whispered, but I couldn't keep going. That was because he was standing over me, no longer the man- vampire – I loved. No, he was a hunter, a feeling less, empty soul. I knew it would happen someday, but I hoped it wouldn't come to this. I had prayed it wouldn't come to this.

He took a step forward, and I took one back, he took one forward, I took one back, and we continued in this fashion for only a short amount of time. My back was against the wall of trees, and I had nowhere left to run.

Sighing, I resigned to my fate, and slid down to the ground. He stopped me, catching my arm with strong, hard, ice cold fingers. They dug in to my arm, but I made no sound. There was no way I would let him know how much this hurt me, not just physically but emotionally. His eyes were a darker color than black, something deeper, eviler. Something haunting. These were the eyes of a murderer.

He let go of my arm, growling slightly, and reached to my other arm, to my hand, the bleeding one. I let him take it, let him play with it, let him examine it. He looked at every detail of it, and then brought it to his mouth. His tongue poked out, and he licked up the drops of blood on the outside.

"Make it fast." I pleaded, and his eyes locked with mine. He dropped my hand, and stepped back. I took a slow step toward him, and he stayed where he was. I took another, and he crouched.

Circling me slowly, just like James had, all those months ago, he growled again, and I closed my eyes. "Just do it, Edward." My voice cracked as I said his name. I still can't believe my word could shatter in an instant, all because of a vacation gone wrong.

"I love you."I whispered.

That's when he lunged at me. I didn't fight, I didn't struggle. I felt the blood leaving my body, but I didn't care. I didn't care one bit. If this was how it would end, so be it. I was too empty to care. As long as he lived, as long as he continued on, I was content with dying.

My last thoughts were of those long, long times ago when nothing could have stopped us, nothing could have brought us down. We were in love, passionately so, and tonight was the last night of our honeymoon. Slowly, I felt myself drifting…drifting away to unconsciousness.

"Oh..My…God. Bella." He whispered, and started kissing me. "Please come back. I'm so sorry. I…I love you!! Please, Bella!!!! Please!!" I smiled a small smile at him, and then, it was completely dark.

LATER….

I woke up in the sand, with Edward nowhere to be found. I marveled at the fact I was still alive…I was so sure last night I would die…by the hands of my husband. But somehow, he had stopped himself from killing me, even though some part of me wanted it, I would happily die if he could live. I traced the scar on my palm, before looking at the back. I had a gash, but it was pink and puffed up. It had closed.

A small noise behind me brought me back to reality. Edward stood behind me, no longer a monster, no longer a murderer. He did not approach me, did not move one inch from when I had first seen him. He looked dirty, what with mud in his bronze hair, dirt all over him, and ripped clothing…but he was still beautiful. So much more than beautiful, he was heavenly. I smiled at him, a small, almost unnoticeable gesture.

He still did not respond. Slowly, he took a small step forward. When I made no objection, he took another. In what seemed like forever, he stood beside where I lay, facing the ocean.

"Sit down, Edward." I patted the sand beside me, and he sat stiffly. When he finally looked at me, his eyes were disbelieving.

"How can you want to be near me…after last night?" He asked as I softly touched his hand. He pulled it away.

"Because, Edward, I love you."

"How?" he asked, shaking his head. "I was so close to killing you last night, Bella. I almost did. How do I not scare you?" His eyes drifted to the spot, only a few feet away, where my blood lay fresh from my cut.

"Edward! It's because I LOVE YOU. And NOTHING is going to change that." I stated firmly.

He put his head in his hands. "You can't love…a monster…like me."

I pulled his head out of his hands. "Edward, truth is…Even if you were to slit my throat…" He cringed at this, "With my last breath… I'd say I was sorry for bleeding on your shirt." I smiled humorlessly as I said this last part.

That's when he kissed me.

WELL??

Kay, yes I'm starting a new story.

Only because i'm having major writer's block. but what ever.

BETTER THAN ME WILL BE UPDATED MY NEXT MONDAY!! I PROMISE!!! (if you have no idea what this is, go read it. it's my other story.go.)

BME7 (A.K.A B.AM.F.)