I slapped her face and she flew into the wall. Blood poured out of the cut in her cheek left by my hand and still, she did not cry.

"You pitiful human," I muttered. I was at her side in an instant and kicked her with all of my might. She grunted as her ribs broke, but no tears of fear nor pain sparkled in those devastating eyes.

I just wanted that pain to be caused by me! She still remained stuck on a man, no, a boy, who would not come back for her!

I pulled her up by her hair and she whimpered, staring into my face. I stroked her cheek, so lovingly. I loved her so much… Why couldn't I cause her pain? Why wouldn't she be hurt by me as she was by him?

Anger rose in my veins with sadness laced like poison through it, and I threw her across the room. She lay still on my bed, but her breath and heartbeat echoed in my mind.

I flew to her side and pushed her hair out of her beautiful face. "Why do you make me do this, Isabella?" I whispered. "I love you."

She glared into my eyes, defiance twisting like a knife in my heart. I cried out in anger and agony and grabbed her wrists, slamming her arms back onto the bed. The legs of the bed broke and she and I crashed on the bedframe to the floor.

I stood and paced the room, pulling at my hair. I growled in anger, my frustration open and desperate.

"What is it that you wish from me, Isabella? I shall give you anything you wish!" I screamed at her, my voice intricately woven with an agony I had not known before her.

"I only want Edward," she replied quietly.

Anger split me in two as I raced toward her. I grabbed her by her hair and tossed her against the other wall. I smelled her blood pouring out.

"Isabella! I try so hard! I want so deeply for you to love me, I need your wanton!" I begged. "What have I not done that he could do for you? I could give you a kingdom, many servants and peasants! I could give you the world and much, much more! Why won't you let me?"

No answer. I went and knelt beside her, then sank to the ground in tearless sobs and took her in my arms. I stroked her hair, her face, all of her. I loved her so much.

"Aro…" she sighed, a voice that was far away and as if in a dream.

"Yes, my love?" I answered; hope crawled in my heart like one thousand bees flying.

"I… can't… love you."

The bees stung me one thousand times over as I just held her.