A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic so please be nice. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or New Moon, Stephenie Meyer does.

Preface

Alice had told me before:

Vampires can die, Bella. But if a vampire is close to death then they can be saved by giving them blood to drink when theirs is gone .

That's when it hit me: I could save him. I couldn't let him die. He was so much more than me, some average human. I stood from his body, his eyes on me, my eyes scanning the room. I located what I wanted about 50 feet away from me. I ran to it and bent to picked it up. I grabbed the shard of glass off of the ground. It was broken at an angle that went thin and sharp to a point. This would do the job. I didn't really think about myself or that Edward could kill me or that it could be painful. All I knew is that I had to save him.

I held the glass tenderly in my palm and ran back to my love. He watched in horror as I placed the glass to my wrist- he was in to much pain to cry out- and pressed down on the glass and slid in against the blue veins.

I felt a sharp pain and let out a small cry; my angel's eyes held pain for what I was doing. The blood pulsed out of my wrist and flowed down my palm, to my fingertips and to the floor. It stung the cut as blood poured out. I knelt down onto my knees, kneeling near his head and holding my dripping wrist. I saw the war in his eyes.

He so desperately wanted to take my blood, he had fought his instincts every time he was around me. Now, with him lying in his own blood, needing mine so much, he was tempted. But he loved me unconditionally, no matter what. I knew this and I knew what he would do, but my life was so much less than his.

As I placed my dripping wrist to his mouth he turned his face away. I pulled his body towards me, and he melted under my warm touch. I cradled his head in my hands, to weak now to refuse me, and once again brought wrist to his mouth. As the thick, warm liquid dripped into his partially opened mouth, I knew he could not refuse. It was just a matter of time, time I didn't have to save him.

He looked me in the eyes then and I could see he, as a person, was losing the battle. His instincts were taking over, but surprisingly I was not frightened, I was relieved he was giving in. That he would survive.

"It's okay," I cooed, "just do it."

With this permission, instincts took over. Edward closed his eyes, opened his mouth and bit down on my wrist.

Okay everyone. I won't be able to update for a while because I am trying to get into honor's English. I will be working on this, but until later: I hope you liked the first chapter! Please review. Criticism is always welcomed and praise is loved. Let me know if I should continue this story. If I don't get reviews, I won't go on.

-CJ