Yes, this is one of those stories.

But bear with it, it is different.

This first chapter is short, but keep reading.

Blah.

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Thanks!

(EDIT: This first chapter has been seriously redone..so..yay! Hopefully it is better.)

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"Edward, please" I whispered. His doubt was tangible, surrounding him like a sort of aura.

He leaned closer and I felt his cold breath on my neck, the scent intoxicating my senses. His golden eyes were fixed onto mine, a mixture of anxiety and love permeated them. I gave him a reassuring smile and pushed the hair away from my neck. My pulse was pounding in my ears, my breathing hitched. I craned my neck sideways, but never took my gaze from his. He needed to know how much I wanted this. He drew even nearer, his lethal teeth only inches from tearing into the exposed flesh of my neck.

"Bella…" His velvet voice broke. He hesitated, and drew back. "I can't do this,"

He tore his eyes from mine in shame and buried his head in his hands.

"I can't kill you," his voice sounded strangled beneath his hands. His body was rigid on the edge of the bed.

My arms reached out for him, and wrapped around his cold frame. He flinched at my touch.

"I'm sorry," he whispered through his fingers.

"Don't be," I whispered softly. I understood his hesitation. I understood more than anyone because I had heard his reasons for not changing me over and over again. I understood, and yet, I did not agree. He told me it was damning my soul to hell by becoming a vampire. But every time I stared into those beautiful eyes, I knew God would not damn such a beautiful soul. I wished he could understand that.

"Edward, look at me," my voice was firm, but soft. Those golden orbs turned on me. His eyes had such a power over me; they stripped me down to my very soul. Right now, they seemed to be pleading with me.

"Bella, I'm sorry. I can't-" I placed my finger on his cold lips, keeping him from expressing what his eyes had already expressed.

"Edward," I sighed, placing my hands on either side of his perfect face, "I know why you are scared. I have heard all the risks and all the consequences and I am willing to take every risk and bear every consequence to spend an eternity with you,"

"You shouldn't have to," his voice was laced with acid," You should not have to give up your life, your very soul for me. Bella, I'm not worth that sacrifice."

"And what I am willing to sacrifice is my own choice. I know your views, Edward. I just cannot accept them. You may see it as me laying down my life for you, but I see it as you giving me another life, a new one, an eternity with you." I felt a heat rise up in my belly and spread in my veins. I would fight for this life with him, even if I had to fight him for it.

"I love you!" The tears that always seemed connected to my anger rolled down my cheeks, "Don't you get it? I love you so much more than anything I am giving up. Yes, there are sacrifices, but I'll sacrifice them with no regret. Nothing could hurt me more than not being able to be with you."

His arms wrapped around my trembling form and his fingers brushed against my cheeks, wiping away my tears.

"But Bella, I will always be with you," his arms tightened around me to prove the truth in his words. I pushed against his hold, and stared up at him.

"But I won't always be with you. I will die someday, Edward. Humans grow old, and they die. And what if I die sooner than that? If I'm sick or hurt…will you change me then? Is it that you would only change me to save my life? But then you would have to admit that it would be saving me rather than condemning me. I want this now, Edward. I want this when I am healthy and not dying, so I know it is an act of love not fear of loss," My tears were now flooding down my cheeks. "I want this life with you and I want to know you want it too."

I could tell my words hit my target. The inner battle that was consuming him now seemed to be waning. Something had clicked, he had made a decision.

His hand caressed my cheek and the other lifted my chin to him. Our lips met for only a moment before he pulled back, my eyes met his in confusion, but his stared back at me for an intense moment before he spoke,

"I love you, Bella," his eyes smoldered like a dimming fire, "And I want this,"

His teeth slashed my throat before I could even blink. A soft moan was all that escaped my lips.

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Aw. Nothing more romantic than a slash of the throat!
Twilight makes romance so twisted..