I thought back to the sickeningly frightening night in the ballet studio, and the pain of the white fire that erupted in my palm. Swallowing, I remembered that you could never fully re-create the intensity of pain. It was pointless to worry about something as pathetic as pain when I was being as selfish as I was.
Edward would undoubtedly still have that half expression- twisted with fear and anger and sadness and relief and confusion that he failed in trying to disguise. Today was the day my fairytale was coming true, I was getting to live happily ever after with my own personal prince, and the ever after was about as literal as you could get. Only in the traditional fairytale, you don't writhe in pain for three days ending in becoming a vampire eternally clinching your thirst on overpopulated wild animal species, trying to become strong enough to see my family and friends or any other human again without killing them. The later of that thought send a chill down my spine. But then again, Edward was no mere prince.
The wedding turned out less awful that I'd thought and the after had been nothing less of magical, but now my radiant husband had turned tormented. I stopped starring out the window of our new home in the stark white sheet that was Alaska and settled my gaze on Edward.
He was standing at the beautifully carved window down from the one my eyes had left.
"Edward" I squeaked, my voice faltering in the silence of the room.
He whipped around and pulled his hand away from the windowsill. His eyes flashed and his face held a shocked expression before he sighed. His grip on the sill had left a deep imprint in the wood.
Tears suddenly welled in my eyes and I let out a pitiful yelp. He flew back against the wall farthest from me, eyes wide.
"Edward, please come here!" my voice had miraculously found its strength and it echoed through the house. "You cannot seriously believe that I would be scared of you. It's me being so selfish to make you mine forever that is making me upset."
"I'm a monster and have somehow made you want to be like Me." he whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible.
"Edward, for God's sake, you have to stop doing this." Throwing the mountain of wool blanket that was piled around me on the floor; I stood from the couch and marched over to him. Grabbing a handful of his shirt in each of my fists, I pulled him down to my level (or rather he let me) and kissed him, trying to relay all the love and surety that he filled me with along with my need to have him with me forever.
At first he didn't respond but then his stone lips molded with mine and I could feel his relief and love and passion. If Edward was a monster, I didn't want to think about what horrible sort of creature I was.
The swinging open of the front door interrupted our moment, and in came Carlisle and Emmet.
"So he's gonna bite her knee right?" Emmet's loud question was directed at Carlisle.
"Yes, that is the plan." Carlisle frowned at the bluntness, knowing how sensitive Edward still was about the subject.
"Well, that shouldn't be too bad, can't be very many nerve endings left, considering how much she bangs her knees and everything else into stuff." Emmet said grinning, as he turned to face us.