Staring into those golden eyes, I felt my heart bottom out. For a moment I almost took a step back and said no, because those eyes were begging me to back out. It really was almost enough.
But then I thought of the years we could spend together, the years that I could spend looking into those eyes of his, and know that I could do anything with him without consequence. That was reason enough.
"Alright Edward." I whispered. "Now."
For a single moment his eyes blazed with fury and pain, and for a single moment, my lips formed the word 'stop.'
But then the morphine began to take affect, and I went limp. My mouth could no longer form those words, could no longer ask to go back.
My eyes fluttered, then shot open for one moment as I felt his teeth enter my neck. My heart pounded wildly, something that I could still feel.
Still, the pain that I heard about, the pain Rose had said that she had felt, was absent. Carlisle's plan must've worked. I didn't feel anything.
Darkness crept into the corners of my eyes, then blanketed its self completely over me. I vaguely felt myself being lowered onto the gold bed, and the feeling of creeping warmth all over my body.
Then, everything completely faded.
I don't know how long it had been, but there was this strange feeling coming over me.
There was light...bright light.
Voices...
I woke to Edward's lips on my neck, pressing harder than they ever had. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Bella." He whispered hoarsely.
I looked at him and smiled. "I'm awake..."
He nodded.
"Are you going to say anything?" I whispered to him.
"Your eyes... They're so...different."
I rolled over to look at myself, and drew a breath in shock.