Bella's
He would never understand what draws me to him, why I have to fight to stay near him. So when he told me all he wanted from me was my blood, I pricked my finger. He looked at me curiously, and took the blood that I offered him. The more he drank from me, the weaker I got. I felt my body weaken and fall. The last image I saw was his beautifully angelic face. I was in heaven.
Edward's
How could she let me drink from her? I could hear her faint heart beat in her chest. I could save her, but I don't know if she'll accept being a monster. The agony of being unsure was killing me. The seconds passed slower than usual. Death was coming for her; quickly I pricked my own finger. I let a few drops hit Bella's nearly dried lips. I opened her mouth, slightly, and let the venom flow through her. I was in awe; this was not something I was expecting.