A/N: My first decent fic! Hope you like it! Reviews will make me feel happy! No reviews will make me feel lonely. sniffle
JPOV
There are times when I doubt the whole "la tua cantante" thing. If her blood really sang to him, how could it be that he can control it yet I'm the one constantly fighting back the urge to kill Bella. I've always been viewed as the youngest one. The most inexperienced one. The one who has to stay behind an invisible boundary line that keeps me from draining the human.
Alice didn't think that. She could always sense how tense I was around Bella, and how scared I was of losing what little control I had. Alice was my everything.
What was strange about my particular blood lust was that some days were better than others. Some days I could manage to come within a 5-foot radius of Bella. Other days, it was like if she even said the word "blood", I might pounce and suck her dry. Those kinds of days happened more often then not. Especially today.
Today, even with Bella all the way upstairs with my brother, I felt the urge-- no, need-- to murder my future sister-in-law. If I didn't get out of the house soon, I might have a day full of regrets. Right on cue, Bella stumbled down the stairs, Edward right behind her, with her hair mussed and lust radiating off of her. No doubt a make-out session was taking place up stairs.
She glanced over to me, realized I could sense her lust, and blushed. That blush just stirred the scent of her alluring blood into the air, making me have to grip the couch I was sitting on to control myself. Alice put her head on my shoulder, trying to relax me. I pulled Alice into my lap and tried to calm myself.
I felt Edward's mood change abruptly to worry, most likely from reading my thoughts and seeing how much thirst I actually had right now. I had hunted this morning, but was still not satiated.
"Alice, would you mind discussing some things about the, um… wedding with me?" Bella asked. I felt her horror as she said the word "wedding". Alice jumped from her position of being cuddled up in my lap. She grinned widely and waves of happiness were practically rolling off of her at the thought of getting to talk about the wedding.
"Not at all! What is it that you want to talk about?" my little pixie replied gleefully as she danced towards Bella in a way that would make a world-famous ballerina feel inadequate. I felt Bella's mood turn sour as she pulled out a piece of decorated paper.
"The invitations." She said, grimacing at the pink and flowery wedding invitation she held in her hand. "Edward showed me this one. Do you not see how overboard you've already gone?" She slid her finger down the invitation to open it. And then, it seemed as if everything had gone into fast-forward mode. Alice had screamed, Edward had growled, Bella had gotten a paper cut, and I hade lunged.
It was like Bella's birthday all over again, only this time, no one was quite fast enough. After that sudden fast-forward, time stopped. My teeth were in Bella's neck, draining her of blood as fast as I could, Edward was about to throw me off of her, and everyone's eyes were suddenly filled with thirst at the large, open gash across Bella's neck.
I was going to have hell to pay.