As time went on, the searing pain- which i now understood was the venom creeping through my body, and not someone trying to slowly burn my skin off -began to slowly subside and leave a slight tingling in it's place.
Everything, except my dull memories, became stronger and clearer. My sight, touch, hearing, and most of all, my sense of smell.
I felt a warm hand move under my elbow, and all of a sudden, I was upright in a defensive position, whipping my eyes around my old ballet studio looking for the hand's owner. As soon as my eyes fell upon his beauty, I sank back to the burnt up floor boards and sighed.
It was Edward, and he looked even more stunning and magnificent than he did with my awful human eyesight, which I didn't think was physically possible. As i fell to the ground, i realised that I could never in a million years compete with his perfection.
But then his expression changed, and his beautifully manufactured poker-face was suddenly replaced by a mask of hurt and anguish. It caused me physical and emotional pain to see him like this.
Without even realising what I was doing, I scrambled across the gentle, dusty floor boards and eagerly pulled myself into his awaiting arms. He pulled me tight and easily held my gaze with his own.
"You have no idea how sorry I am," he gushed out in a tumble of words that my human ears would never have been able to understand."I couldn't risk it! I had my chance to suck the venom out, but I couldn't risk it. I would never risk your life for anything!" I heard his breath turn into short gasps as he continued. "But look at what I've done to my Bella, I've turned you into a monster!" He paused. "I am so sorry."
And with that he buried his head in my lap and began to cry tearless sobs of regret and sorrow, while I sat there looking like a complete arse, utterly speechless.
All I could think to do was to softly pull his face up untill it was level with mine, wrap my arms around his neck, and crush my lips against his with as much force as I could manage.
It wasn't like any other kiss Edward and I had shared before.
Instead of shaping my lips around his, both of ours were moving together in perfect formation. His arms and hands felt warm and soft as they snaked their way around my waist and into my hair.
Before I knew it, I was on the floor, with him hovering on top of me. I pulled my legs around his waist as his hands found their way to the buttons on my shirt.
This time I sighed and pulled away.
I knew we were getting carried away, and this was not really the most appropriate time or place for anything like that.
Edward smiled, planted one last kiss on my color bone, then pulled me up so that we were sitting.
"Edward, how dare you call me a monster," I exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood a little.
"What you are is a monster Bella, not who you are. You're far from it actually." His smile spread to eyes.
"As are you," I replied.