Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Her pulse quickened, as I placed my cold lips to her warm throat. As I inhaled her heady scent, my eyes were sent from flaxen to onyx. My senses were heightened to

the point where I could hear her blood progressing through her body, traveling faster, where it then began to colour her soft cheeks.

This innocent act triggered an onslaught of deadly reactions as venom began to pool in my mouth, my throat burning in anticipation. My mind a haze, contained only one

thought.

Oh, how effortless it would be. I would take my time with her, I would appreciate the delicacy that was her life. The exquisite aroma that was her very existence, so too, could be mine. The lifeline that sustained her, ran thick and luscious through her veins. Her pulse beating, her heart pumping, I could almost feel, what could only be

described as liquid candy, flooding my mouth, and drowning my senses in perfect unadulterated bliss. That smooth saccharine taste would surely be my downfall. Never

again, would I find such perfection. A scent, a flavor so potent, that years of fighting my primal instincts, would have little to no effect.

She was like a demon, sent from the very depths of hell to tempt me. Or perhaps an angel sent by God, to confirm my belief that I was in fact soulless, and had no place

in his infinite order.

"Edward".

I paused. The most beautiful voice. Melodic. Mesmerising. It cut through my mind, filtering the vapor that hung about it, that had impeded all reasoning.

I remembered my love. I detached my mind and body from monster, to man. I removed my lips from her delicate skin, and lightly brushed them across her

cheek, letting go a sigh.

"What are you thinking Edward?" she asked.

If only she knew.

Review please