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A/N: This is an abridged version of a scene that will come into play at around chapter 17-20 of this story. Enjoy!

His arms were tucked under me as he pressed his lips to mine, causing a sea of goosebumps to erupt on my sensitive skin. We were tangled in my bed, the world forgotten as we pressed our bodies together impossibly tighter. His breathless moans were all I could hear; they caressed every part of me like the softest feather.

"Edward…," I moaned, dragging my tongue across the light stubble on his sharp jaw line.

His body tensed when he heard his name fall from my swollen red lips and I felt his cock twitch against my aching center. Ever so carefully, Edward's fingers curled under me and I felt his nails softly being pulled across the skin of my back. I arched into him and a groan escaped the back of my throat. Edward's cock twitched again, and this time I couldn't take it any longer.

"Fuck me," I whispered with my lips pressed to his neck. "I need you," I decided.

Edward shivered as a chill spiked his boiling blood, and suddenly his hands were everywhere. They were lightly tugging at my hair, cupping my breast, travelling down every inch of my white-hot skin. I needed him, I craved him. I would die without this man hovering above me. And then he pressed his cock into me, and the sound that left my lips didn't even sound human. It was all primordial need, lust, love. It was everything. Everything I'd ever needed was here in this moment as Edward made love to me with everything he had.

And then a shrill ringing made us both jump in surprise.

"Fuck!" Edward yelled, continuing to move inside of me as I moaned beneath him.

"Who could that be? Why is someone calling you at 2am?" I panted.

Edward fumed. "It's not important," he assured me. "It's probably just Jasper trying to fuck with me."

Edward pushed into me even harder now, making my head spin uncontrollably. But I couldn't shake the disturbing feeling that fell over me as I listened to his phone ring and ring. It was unsettling and was really killing my buzz.

"It could be important…" I offered. "Maybe there's something wrong. That's, like, the fifteenth ring."

Edward huffed out an annoyed breath, but I could tell by the look on his face that he was concerned, too.

Edward reluctantly pulled away from me and rolled to the other side of my bed. He reached around blindly for his cell phone, muttering unintelligible words under his breath. Finally he found his cell phone, still blaring that obnoxious, annoying ringer, and answered it. "What the fuck do you want, Jasper?" Edward growled into the speaker.

I could faintly hear Jasper on the other end of the phone. His voice was much higher than normal, a sign of distress if I'd ever heard one. He was yelling and I could have sworn I heard sirens in the background.

I was right. It was sirens; I could tell by the way Edward's face suddenly went from furious to completely and utterly blank. Void of emotion. Nothingness. I sat up, pulling the covers over my naked body. I moved over next to Edward and grabbed his arm.

"What's going on?" I whispered.

Nothing.

Silence.

I grabbed the phone out of Edward's hand and yelled, "Jasper, tell me what's going on right now!"

At first I could only hear the wailing sirens and the sound of Jasper's hacking, rough coughs. Then I heard it.

A sickening crack.

Then the sound of Jasper's phone crashing to the ground.

Finally, faintly, barely even audible, Jasper's slack voice reached my ears.

"Fire."

A/N: So, how was it? :) Chapter 1 entitled "First Impressions" will be added very soon! Thank you for reading.