She awoke to the sound of her own heavy breathing and the clink of metal on metal. She could feel the cold chains on her bruised, bloody wrist, attaching her to the bed. Her whole body ached; she was covered in marks left by the experiences of the night before. As the room came into focus so did her memory. The previous night had left her more terrified of him than she had ever been, yet still more intrigued by him. She watched him walk into the room and take off his jet black shirt to reveal his smooth, marble white skin. From where she lay, she could see his jet black eyes against the pale skin. The contrast was amazing. She could also see that he was back in control, and was thankful; as she still ached as a result of the last time he had lost control.

He saw her staring and sauntered over to the bed. He stood over her looking down at her pale slender body covered in bruises. The moonlight fell on her face, illuminating her features. He studied her dark red lips against her pale skin, her auburn hair highlighted by the moon, and her bright green eyes piercing into his. He traced his fingers over her naked body, staring at her wounds he himself had caused in his trancelike state. Deep sadness filled his eyes.

"Oh God," he breathed, "I never meant to hurt you. Not like this."

She stared up at him with nothing but love in her eyes. She knew she should be terrified, yet she felt no fear. She loved him far too much.

"I'm fine," She whispered, "As long as I can be with u the pain is worth it."

He knew that there was no point in arguing, she had set her heart on being with him years ago. He climbed into the bed and put his arms around her. She turned her head to look up at him and met his lips. They kissed deep, their lips tingling. He started tracing his hands up and down her body, their breathing getting faster and faster. He pulled away and stared into her eyes as he unfastened the chains as slowly as he could, teasing her to the point where she could no longer bare it. As soon as he was done, she pulled him towards her and pushed her lips into his until it hurt. She rolled over and he moved on top of her, the kisses getting deeper and more intense. She clawed at his back and pulled him closer, deeper. He could feel her blood boiling in her lips, the heat radiating from her. Their bodies moved together, stretching and relaxing, her wounds reopened. As they moved, her blood poured out of her, spreading across the sheets. He was finding it harder to control himself and he could already taste the blood in his mouth. All he could see was her deep red beauty, and the smell of her was driving him crazy. He could feel her energy draining. Then just as he stiffened one last time, he bit down hard into her neck. Her blood flowed freely into his mouth, the taste of her enhancing the pleasure. There was a glint in his jet black eyes as he watched her pale skin turn whiter with every second that passed, as the dark red stain spread across the pure white cotton sheets, tainting them. He paused to take a breathe, and then bit her once again to finally drain the life out of her.

Edward sat on the edge of the bed, tears welling up in his eyes. The evil glint was gone from his black eyes, and had been replaced by sadness. He no longer saw red, but white, as he looked down at the face of his Bella. The blush was gone from her skin; her eyes would never again open. From the open wound on her neck, the last drops of blood dripped onto the bed sheets, as the last drop of life left her and her unborn child.