Heyy, my first uploaded fanfic.
It's basically Edward thinking of Bella as she's sleeping. Yeahh. Stalker man.
R&R.
Critique is nice.
Flames are not. Flames make Jasper cry D:
Disclaimer
I don't own Twilight. If I did, it would have at least two detailed pages of what Edward Cullen looks like naked.
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Her warm ivory legs pressed gently against my granite ones, an innocent moan uttered through her pale pink lips. Oh how I wanted to pull her against me, to feel every inch of her against my cold self. It could not be done, though. She was so breakable, like a porcelain doll; almost looking like one too, her breathing steady and her body still in the moonlight.
Although I knew better than to underestimate her fierce temper. I wondered what she dreamt of when she dreamt of me, another reason for me to wish I could read her mind.
Of course, I had told the dog in the tent that she seemed happy that I couldn't, so I didn't mind as long as Bella was happy. She was my meaning for existence. Not having her. If she died, then I too would pass from this life - or, actually, the living death my life would become if she didn't exist.
Although I couldn't read her mind, I knew that she hated me thinking such thoughts.
It was better than the other thoughts I had been having lately, though, thanks to her 'request'. The idea of her unbuttoning her blouse in the darkness, all that bare, warm skin.. the thought of her aroused scent sent shivers through me.
I wondered if she would ever fully comprehend how much she meant to me. Every inch of her thick, brunette hair, her delicate cheekbones.. I wanted it all to be mine. Coveting. I was bound to go to Hell for this.
Of course, I knew that she loved me unconditionally. Another dis?advantage to our physical appearance - too attractive. At least boys no longer fawned over Rosalie like they once had. Their attentions were far too fixed upon the human Bella. I decided it was to be expected. She was beautiful - though she lacked the unearnt beauty monsters like us had. One could warm up to her easily. Her clumsiness, her easy-triggered inchorency, it made her an easier person to warm up to.
Our lithe movements, our aversion to humans as well as theirs to us - bar for Bella. Another thing that made her so different. La tua cantante. Our day together had left me ignorant to the burning thirst, but still appreciative of her delicious scent.
I subconciously pulled her closer to my chest, not realising that I was hurting her until she let out a quick 'Edward.', and then I realised my grip, sliding away from her. She remained asleep. So breakable. She breathed my name once more, and I felt as if my long dormant heart was beating again. It reminded me of what I had said to her.
"If there was any way I could become human for you, no matter what the price, I would pay it."
I mouthed the words, staring at the light trail of veins on her temples that her hair had swept back to reveal. Perhaps she would love me more if I were human, rather than this strange .. being. I didn't know why she loved me. After all, how could one love a monster? She asked me why I loved her, on occasion. I could only smile and hold her gently when she said this.
It is so much easier to love an angel.
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The End.
Sorry if it didn't sound like Edward's thoughts at all. D: