Author note:

So, this is my first fanfic. Honestly, I think of myself as much more of an aspiring beta than an aspiring writer but I was inspired recently with this concept and decided to write it up. I welcome your comments, criticisms, suggestions.

And now, on to the story.

"Hello, fiancée," he murmured in the darkness as I returned to my room from my shower, changed into the clothes I wear to bed. I winced automatically on hearing that word, as usual, rolling my eyes at the marble Adonis waiting for me. My grimace didn't last long, the sight of Edward, the look on his face, I can never stay irritated for long. I hurried to the bed so that I could feel his arms around me.

"It really does still bother you, doesn't it?", Edward asked in soft velvet tones. "I had hoped that getting Renee's blessing would ease your mind at least a little."

I sighed, resting my head against his smooth, hard chest. "I suppose maybe if I had months to get used to it..." His arms stiffened slightly, "Do you want to reschedule..?" "No. No. It's just. Here she is on the phone for hours with Esme, giggling over wedding preparations. Having the time of her life. And I'm stuck with the tape running in my head of everything she's said on the subject for the last thirteen years." I sighed again. I hate saying anything against my beautiful, flighty mother, but my frustration over the situation and my confused feelings had been building for days. Trust Renee to pull a last minute 180 on one of the few constants in our life together. Tomorrow is she going to tell me she doesn't like classical music anymore? "Honestly, I feel a little betrayed."

His fingers running through my hair soothingly Edward mused, "So what you're saying is that it is very difficult to shrug off years of conditioning in just a few days?"

"Conditioning?" I weighed the word in my mind. "I... guess you could use that word..."

Edward looked down at my face for a moment, a glint of mischief in his eye belying the serious tone of his next words, "Perhaps a little positive association therapy is called for here."

My brow furrowed in confusion, not really certain where he was going with this. I took in a breath as his cold fingers glided down my back. Kissing up my neck to just below my ear he slowly murmured, "Fiancée. Engaged. Wife," as his fingers traveled in lazy, sinful patterns along my back, neck and jaw.

Finally gathering enough mental power to catch on to what he was doing, and even more challenging, gathering breath and words to attempt an objection, I gasped out a quiet, "You're evil" ever-mindful of Charlie in the next room.

I felt a smile against my skin as he chuckled. "Only catching on to that now, are you... my lovely bride-to-be?", he breathed. His cold, sweet breath intoxicated me as he continued on with the 'therapy'.

Evil, evil, vampire.

I didn't stop him.