It wasn't like I was asking for much. Only for him to commit me to an eternity of vampirism, which was pretty cheap compared to the thing Alice had. My humanity didn't mean that much to me anyways, not compared to how much he meant to me. I wouldn't be the same at first, that was a given, and already accepted. Besides, my love for Edward would never suffer. How good would it be, if I grew into a wrinkly old woman, and he stayed young, hot, and seventeen forever?
Not good, that's how. I'd still love him, of course. But my ego would take a serious blow.
Why couldn't he just commit without giving me all this fuss? Marriage we could do without. We weren't Emmett and Rosalie, we didn't need a new wedding for every state we lived in. And as for my... innocence? I really don't think the Volturi, enforcers of the rules, will come crashing down on us for pre-marital sex...
Esme might, though.
Why did I have to fall in love with an old fashioned vampire?
Oh, right. Danger magnet.
This was originally written for "A Song A Century," but it didn't really fit and I liked it to much to just delete it. Was it worth the save?
Review, please.