Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of twilight or new moon.

A/N: This isn't really a one-shot or a story, so I'm not sure how it would be described. More of something that could happen at any time after the visit to Volterra in New Moon. I wrote it for two reasons. One being that I was very curious to see how well I could write Bella. I'd really appreciate reviews rating this story from 1 - 10. 1 being completely out of character and 10 being very in character. The second reason I wrote this story was simply because I love how Edward is so musically (is that a word?) inclined, yet Bella was referred to as the singer. his singer. The words were pretty to me, written down in the book, but there is an Italian exchange student in my english class. He gets fairly excited and happy at any mention of Italy so I asked him about Volterra the city and how to say la tua cantante. It sounds even more beautiful spoken and I wanted to see more of it, so I worked it into my character experimentation. Tell me what you think.

Edward kissed me then. His cold lips were like ice against my own, but I didn't care. I could never become familiar with Edward's kisses, but there was nothing different about these than the others. Then I felt a prick on my lips and could taste the blood. I waited, paralyzed, for the nausea or Edward's cold look as he held back. I wasn't sure how I'd managed to bite my lip, but it was definitely one of my stupider moves.

Edward's cold look didn't come however. He smiled down at me a smile that showed no restraint and I felt a start of horror as I realized his perfect eyes were black, ringed with a deep shade of garnet.

I opened my mouth to scream, but stopped. Partly because of the cold hand pressed gently across my lips, and partly because I knew that had been a nightmare and that now I was awake. Edward looked down at me as he had in my dream, and I saw his eyes were brighter than I'd ever seen them.
"You went hunting," I asked in a quiet voice. My voice was low for reasons other than the fact that Charlie slept a few yards away. His face was so perfect, I felt that nothing should interfere with it. His eyes were bright they lit up the room, or made everything else seem so much darker by comparison, I couldn't really tell I was so tired.

"I had to," he answered, barely bothering to lower his voice. Charlie's snores continued however. "Nightmare?" he asked understanding the wild look my eyes must have had as they first opened.

"Did I talk in my sleep again," I wondered in a whisper.

"Of course," he smiled my smile. "But you know it's just a nightmare. I'm here" he breathed velvetly into my ear."

"I'm glad," I answered, slipping back to sleep. It was hard to believe in the red-eyed ream Edward when I looked into those golden eyes. I might not have remembered at all had it not been so perfect and pure in his eternal eyes.

I was slipping back to sleep before I knew it. I rolled over and pressed myself against his frozen body. The places where I touched the blankets and touched him contrasted nicely. Warm then cold. I clutched at him incoherently and felt him roll me over gently and settle down on top of the covers behind me, his arm draped over my side and his lips against my ear.

After a moment, I realized he was no longer humming my lullaby to me, but singing softly. His velvet words ran together and I couldn't tell if he were singing in Italian, English, or some language known only to the vampires. I sighed softly and drifted more and more.

I heard Aro's words and saw his pale paper face and red eyes, but the sleep had me and I couldn't even shudder. His words washed over me, almost as real as Edward's voice in my ear.

La tua cantante.