Disclaimer: I do not own the characters Bella, Edward, Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Alice, Emmett, or Jasper. I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Edward POV

"Are you sure about this? You can't take this back you know," I said to Bella.

"I'm sure. How many times do I have to tell you?" she said, "I never want to leave you"

"I know that." I said rolling my eyes. "There are other ways though. You don't have to become a vampire to stay with me. You could stay human. You don't have to change. I'd stay with you; I'll always be here for you, even when you turn 89."

Bella shuddered. She was probably picturing me standing next to her looking as I do now and her in a wheelchair, old, saggy, and wrinkly. (She's explained this vision to me many times before. And she had clearly stated how much she didn't like it.)

"I'm sure, trust me!" she reassured me.

"Carlisle! She's ready!" I called.

As usual, he was there in less than two seconds flat. Bella still seemed to be amazed at how fast he had been able to get here. She also, according to Jasper's thoughts, was feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, the exact same feeling I had. It was incredible to think that we probably shared the same reasons for that feeling too.

Carlisle pulled out his bag and carefully put in exactly right amount of morphine into the syringe. He and I talked at vampire speed regarding where he should inject Bella so it would have the greatest affect on her. We agreed that where I would bite her, her neck, would be best.

I whispered, "I love you," to Bella.

And she replied, "Love you more."

When Carlisle injected the morphine into her neck, she didn't show even the slightest resemblance of pain. She was so brave sometimes, or most of the time. I leaned down and kissed her. Just then it hit me (even though I had thought of this way before it didn't seem as bad until the moment actually came), she would never be warm again when I kissed her, I could never feel the heat coming off of her again, never see her cheeks turn the infamous shade of red they always had when she blushed, and she would probably never smell of the same light scent of freesia again. None of this mattered to her at all as long as she could be with me. It didn't matter all that much to me either but when there is a hard choice to make, all the little things count.

Bella POV

Then, he leaned down again, this time he bit me. I could tell that he didn't want to break away, but he did. Then, I felt it right away. The feeling of fire burning inside of me. It hurt so badly, but somehow, it felt different from the only other time vampire venom had entered my body. It felt more, I don't know, gentle. If the venom could feel gentle that is. I wasn't sure if it was because of the morphine or just that the biter wasn't filled with rage when I had been bit, he had been filled with love, and I knew that, no matter how good of a poker face Edward had. I wouldn't scream this time I wouldn't yell for someone to stop the fire, because there was no fire, and this time I knew that. I also didn't want Edward to regret his decision of doing this for me, didn't want him to remember the pain that I was in right now. I didn't scream, but let's just say that Edward's poker face was much better than mine.

The next three days were agony, but then, it was over.