Comet

Chapter 1- Meadow

I sat staring into his pitch black eyes, only thinking of him. I had known it had been way too long since he had gone hunting.

"Edward... before we break the news to Charlie, why don't you go hunting. You look hungry." I watched his expression, thinking it would change, but it did not. He still smiled toward me.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. You worry too much." He stroked my face with icy fingers. I sat perfectly still, not wanting too rush the moment. "I don't want to go hunting. Why would I want to leave the sweetest treasure for regular lions?" I don't know why, but the words he chose made me shiver. That was it, he really needed to go hunting.

"Stop, now. Go hunting. I mean it." I tryed to look stern and powerful, trying to control myself from smiling, but I lost. I was uncontrolable. I smiled wide at him.

"Let us make a comprimise. I will go hunting as soon as you fall asleep tonight, and come home before you wake up." His eyes were strong. I could not doubt his ability to control his hunger around me, but I still had to worry about Charlie. I had seen how vampires could barily control there hunger. When Alice came to see if her vision of "suiside", which was a mistake, was that way. She had the same color eyes as Edwards now, and she could barily stand with in five feet of me without feeling uneasy. I knew Edward would never loose his control over me, but what about Charlie? Would he be able to handle his instinks?

"Are you sure about Charlie?" I asked. "Or do you need to go now?" He changed his expression then. He went from a happy trans to a straight line of disappointment.

"Bella, you know I could never do such a thing. He's your father! He's soon to be my father... of course to a degree, but still. If I even thought about doing something that would hurt you in the long run, I would... I just..." He was frustrated, shaking every bone in his perfect body. He almost looked like Jacob when he was frustrated. Edward's eyes became hard as stone and sharpened in frustration. Before I could think, I heard a growl in his chest.

No, no, no!

I leaned over and stroked his soft, bronze hair until his shaking spassam seiced. Soon, I found my lips against his, taking in the beautiful breath. I had to be the one to break the moment, gasping for air. Then, his cold hand pressed against my back, pushing my chest against his. Then, we spent the next few minutes pondering each others beauty, if I had any at all. He stroked my hair and the outline of my face and kissed my head. I spent the moments thinking I did not deserve him. Him! I was there with him, in love with him, and he was in love with me! Then I realized it didn't matter how or when or why it happened. It did. And besides, I shouldn't think about this. I needed to ponder in my happiness and the blessing of the moment. With my luck, Jacob could be in the form of a giant dog and rip both of us into pieces. I shivered at the thought. I was surprised, Edward did not pull away. He completely ignored my chill, and finally calmed himself enough to break the silence.

"I promise you, Bella. I swear to you that I will never do anything that will hurt you in the long run. I promise you," he smiled. He kissed my hand in promise.

Too bad he didn't promise me that before my 18th birthday.

He continued on. "I know that promised should have been put into action a while ago." He looked down at my hand, which he stroked in remorse. His fingers traced around the cresent shaped scar around the edge of my hand. His fingers felt cool against my skin, even on my less-than-normal-temperature scar.

I took my free hand and wrapped it in his hair, and pulled slightly, even though with me still human, I could never physically hurt him, but enough to make him tilt his head upward to look into my eyes.

"You owe me no apology," I said. I had already heard him apologize about a million times in a week. I didn't care about that any more. Yea, it hurt then, but, as long as he stayed here, I would never have to feel that pain again.

"Bella, I have hurt you more than you could ever physically or emotionally heal. I will never forgive myself."

"Do you love me?" It was a retorical question, I know, but he answered anyways.

"More than anyone could possibly love anyone else."

I smiled. "Then what's the problem? You're here with me now, and that will never change." I hoped.

He smiled up at me and pressed his lips against mine, I was hoping in agreement. He released his grip on my lips and black, and slowly stood, still gripping my hand firmly.

"So I hear you need a bulletproof man to save you from the rain of your father." He laughed at his own pun.

"Bullet proof? Sounds fun."

I laughed back. He gently pulled my hand to lift me to my feet. Then, he pulled me so that my legs were around his waste and started to run. I had to admit, this was a new way of running for me. I always felt like I was slipping. I soon began feeling uncomfortable, and apparently Edward felt my discomfort. He quickly twisted my body around so that I was a glass china doll, sleeping in his arms, only my eyes were awake, and this was a bit of a different relationship. Of course, to him, I could be a breakable china doll. All the while, I stared into his eyes with passion, faith, hope, and love.

Soon, my eyes wandered upon my house.