Ok, this is my first try at a Twilight fanfic. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it Bella and Edward yet. Review, s'il vous plait!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters. They belong to Stephanie Meyer.
I sat waiting at my desk, longing for his return. I tried to focus on my homework, but all my attempts were always in vain. I couldn't focus when he wasn't here. I couldn't keep my mind on the things I should be worrying about. Calculus was just mundane to me by this point. I mean really, who in their right mind would study something like that if they plan to become a vampire in a few short months? Especially when they don't even plan on going to college. I paused for a moment, listening to the sounds downstairs. The television was on; the news of course. I waited just a few moments again to hear Charlie's snore. I grinned to myself and walked over to my open window.
Where was he?
He was supposed to be here by now. Sure he had to hunt enough animals to make him immune to my scent, but how many bears and deer did you have to kill? I stuck my head out the window into the chilly night. Upon seeing no dark shadows I sighed and strode over to my bed, plopping down angrily. He knew how much I hated to be away from him and he constantly told me of how much he hated to be away from me. He still wouldn't change me. I agreed to his stupid conditions. I took the stupid ring. He even said that he would change me that night, but no. He went back on his word, even after we got married.
Upon Charlie's request, I stayed in the house with him for the summer and Edward agreed with him. He thought that it would help him get into Charlie's good graces or something. As much as Charlie may respect my now husband, he will never truely like him. The main reason being that he is the man who stole his little girl away from her daddy. I thought I heard a twig break outside and I sprinted over to the window. Again, nothing. Just as I huffed and turned around, I was knocked to the floor with a body crushing me.
"Damn it, Bella. How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from the window when you know that I'm going to come through it?" Edward asked in his always Angelic voice as he got up gracefully and pulled me up with him.
"How was I supposed to know that you were coming through the window at that precise moment? You said you would be here ten minutes ago. Now, if I had vampire senses I would have known to duck." I always makes him angry when I bring up that fact that he still hasn't turned me. To be totally honest, it's getting kind of old. I've told him over and over again that I want to be turned and I want him to be the one to turn me, but he still thinks that I need time to think and live a little more. He also bribed the dean of Dartmouth into enrolling me because he thinks that I need to go to college. Everything that he thinks I need to do is everything that I really don't want to do. "Edward, I'm tired of waiting. I want to be turned. If I knew another language, I would tell you that way. Why won't you turn me? I married you; I've fulfilled every one of your demands and your requests, so don't use that against me either."
"And I've told you that you need to live a little bit more. Go to college and go to the parties. You can't get those human experiences back. Once you're a vampire, that's it. You can't take it back."
"I can have those experiences once I'm a vampire. It's not like colleges post signs around that say 'No Vampires Welcome'. And parties definately don't hang up signs that say 'Students Only'; they don't care if your in college or not. Most of them are too drunk to remember anything the next morning anyway. Besides, I'll look the same age as I do now; no one will ever know the difference."
"I'm tired of having this discussion with you, Bella. One more year, that's all I ask."
"But you're not asking! If you were asking, I could say no and you would go ahead and change me. This is another one of your stupid demands!" I crossed my arms and flopped down on my bed. I felt his stone arms wrap around my shoulders and his lips touch the top of my head before he placed his head gently on top of mine, I tried holding my ground, but he knew just how to make me forget how angry I was. He had that way about him. "If you would just change me, we would have to have this discussion ever again."
I felt him shake his head. "I'm not doing it. Not yet anyway, just one more year."
We didn't say another word after that. Mainly because I didn't want to speak to him. After a few minutes, I got up, grabbed my pajamas and toiletries and headed for the bathroom. There I took a quick shower and changed before returning to find the comforter of my bed pulled back slightly and him resting on the edge of my bed. Without a word, I climbed into bed next to him as was our routine every night. He pulled the blankets up around my shoulders and rested his arm around my waist. He proceeded to hum my lullaby until I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.