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For Love or Revenge

Chapter 1

*Bella Swan*

"Do you think I'm stupid or something? I know what you are."

He must think I am really stupid. How could he sit here with that angelic, beautiful smile... What is wrong with me? Seriously, he is a nasty bloodsucker! He killed my family!

"I didn't kill your family," he says softly.

I look at him curiously. Is he in my head reading my thoughts?

"Get out of my head!" I growl.

"I know who killed your family and it wasn't me. If you don't..." he hesitates for a moment as if he's afraid to say the words he wants to say.

How could a filthy bloodsucker like him be afraid of anything?

"If I don't want what?" I ask.

"I hate feeling this way," he says softly as he comes closer to me.

What is he doing? I try to back away, but it's like a force is pulling me toward him. I don't realize how beautiful he is until I am captivated by his beautiful eyes. I can't keep from melting into them. What am I doing? I look down, breaking eye contact.

"Feeling what way?" I ask, trying desperately to keep my ground. I know at any moment he can attack me, but something is telling me he would never hurt me.

He takes a deep breath, "Like I need to protect you." His words come out in a soft whisper.

Seriously, I don't need a bloodsucking vampire to protect me. Having him around is the last thing I need.

"I don't need protection. What I need is my family back." Why is he doing this? Why is he acting so...so...human? Maybe there is a side to him I'm not aware of.

"Do you really think it's," he pauses, searching for the right word, "safe, chasing my kind? You're just a stupid girl with no common sense!" His anger is rolling off of him in waves.

I push hard against his chest, failing in moving him an inch, but I'm so angry I couldn't care less. "I'm not stupid! I know what I'm doing!"

He just stands there looking at me. I can't take this. I am too sleep deprived to deal with this now. I turn and walk back to my truck.

Within a split second he's standing in front of me. "Out of my way," I growl.

"Fine, if you want to get yourself killed then...by all means," he says as he moves to the side.

I walk past him and climb into the truck. He leans on the door, keeping me from leaving.

"I need you to know one last thing," he murmurs as he sticks his head in the window.

I am once again captivated by the beauty of his eyes as he leans closer and brushes his cold lips softly against mine.

Fire burns across my face and I gasp in surprise. I certainly wasn't expecting that. I'm in complete shock. My head is spinning as he pulls away from me and whispers, "Please don't do anything stupid Tonight. My brothers are catching on. I don't know how much longer I can keep everything from them."

If the shock from his kiss wasn't still lingering across my lips, I would slap him. "I'm not promising anything to you," I manage to say as my truck roars to life and I drive off.

He feels the need to protect me? Why? I don't get it. He's the enemy. Damn! I kissed the enemy!

I pull over to the side of the road. I need to think, to breathe. Could what he said be true? Maybe he isn't the one that killed my family, but that doesn't change the fact that he is a monster, a pure, evil, bloodsucking monster. He has probably killed dozens and dozens of people in his lifetime.

Suddenly, I hear a thump and I nearly jump out of my skin. Turning, I see my friend Jacob Black in the back of my truck. He jumps out and stands next to my window. "Hey Bells!"

"Jacob, you scared the hell out of me!" I snap, punching him in the arm.

"Sorry, I thought something was wrong. Why are you parked here on the side of the road? What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Nothing," I say, trying desperately to keep him from noticing something is very wrong.

Jacob knows I've been hunting the ones that killed my family, so he knows I've been up to something lately. What he doesn't know is that I found them, and he doesn't know they are blood thirsty monsters.

"Bella, you've been acting really weird lately," he says, scratching the back of his head.

"No weirder than you do, wolf boy," I say laughing with him.

"Hey, you know you like the whole wolf thing," he teases, laughing some more.

"Oh, yeah, being a big hairy wolf is such I turn on," I say rolling my eyes.

He laughs then looks down. I know something is wrong. His face says it all.

"Okay, what happened?" I ask.

"I saw you," he says softly.

"You...saw me?" I ask curiously, wondering just what exactly he saw.

"Yeah, with Edward Cullen."

"Oh, that," I say flippantly. I had no idea he was watching. Great, another babysitter. My aunt must have sent him to spy on me.

"Do you realize you put yourself in danger when you're around him?"

I laugh, acting like I have no idea what he's talking about. "What the hell are you talking about? He's harmless."

"Harmless my ass, Bella. There are things you don't know, things you should stay away from."

"Things like you?"

He hangs his head but doesn't say anything.

"You know, because if giant wolves are dangerous, then why do you hang around me so much?"

"This isn't something to joke about, Bella," he growls, true fury in his eyes, "He's a..." He looks into my eyes, then away.

"What?" I ask. "He's a what?"

He doesn't respond.

"For your information, Jacob Black, I know exactly what he is. He's a monster, just like the ones that killed my family." I manage to get all of the words out, my shaky voice giving away my pain. Tears sting in my eyes.

"You have to stay away from him," Jacob murmurs.

"Believe me, I will. Won't happen again."

How do I know it won't happen again? Edward kissed me. As I sit, arguing with Jacob, I can still feel the ghost of Edward's cold lips on mine. Protection my ass! I don't need his protection!

"Bella, I have to protect you. You're my best friend," Jacob says softly.

Wow! What is with all the protection stuff? "I don't need you protecting me, Jake. I'm a big girl."

"Okay. Well, at least let me look after you," he says with the smile I love so much.

"Okay, fine. If you insist."

"Running after vampires is reckless and stupid," Jacob says.

I laugh, "And having a werewolf for a best friend is even more restless and stupid."

I give Jake a ride home, and as I pull up in front of the house I am surprised, well, not all that surprised, to see my aunt standing on the porch waiting for me.

"Isabella Swan, where the hell have you been?" she asks.

I just smile at her and walk in. I don't feel like talking to her today. Ignoring her is the best part of our relationship, this way I don't have to talk about uncomfortable things or deal with her. I go to my room and, of course, she follows me.

"Bella, what is wrong with you?" she asks in the nicest tone possible.

"Nothing," I reply as I plop down on my bed.

"You're never home, you skip school, your grades have dropped dramatically, Isabella, I know it's been nine years since..."

I don't want to talk about this. I just want her to leave me alone and let me sulk in peace. I need to figure out what I'm going to do a bout this whole "Edward" thing.

"Aunt Lucy, can we not talk about this right now."

She crosses her arms. "Maybe we should. Look, I made an appointment for you to see Dr. Patz..."

I stop her mid-sentence. Is she crazy? I'm not going to see a shrink! "I'm not seeing a shrink. I'm perfectly fine."

She gives me a weird look, walks over to my desk and throws all the stacks of papers I had printed out off the internet on the floor. "Why are you researching vampires and werewolves?"

"I'm working on a project. You know, mythylogical creatures."

"Bella, I'm seriously worried about you."

"You don't need to be worried about me. I'm fine. If you would just leave me alone and let me have some peace..." I sigh. "Please, just stop bringing things up I don't want to talk about. If you'd let me be there wouldn't be a problem!" I throw my face down into my pillow and cluch it with both hands trying to keep myself from crying.

"Fine," she says as she walks out of my room.

Suddenly, everything is black. My eyes can't hold back the sleep that is tugging at them from all sides.

His eyes are deep red. He thirsts for my blood. The craving is too strong for him to resist. I just stand there, not being able to move. Not being able to breathe.

"Kill me, please," I say softly.

I just wanted it to end. If he wants to kill me, I will let him. I close my eyes hoping it will be quick. I wait...nothing.

"I'm stronger than you think I am," he says.

I open my eyes and there he is, inches from my face. My heart is racing, and I know he can hear my blood pumping through my veins.

"Why won't you kill me?" I ask as he leans closer to me. I want to back away, but I can't. I can feel his cool breath on my lips.

"I can't stay away from you," he whispers against my lips.

Suddenly, I look over and hear a growl. A familiar wolf comes out of the shadows. Somehow, I find myself in awe of how huge he is in his wolf form.

I hear my name. "Bella."

I stare at the wolf.

"Bella." I hear once again and I am startled out of my sleep.

I look around, not completely sure of my surroundings. I look up and swear I see...

I flip on the light and what I thought I saw is gone. I take a deep breath and sit up in bed. It's four o'clock in the morning. I touch my lips. I'm surprised to find that they feel cold, as if my dream had actually taken place.

God, I am so stupid! Why am I dreaming about him?

*Edward Cullen*

Watching her sleep is intruiging. She tosses and turns in her sleep. She talks in her sleep. I find it oddly fascinating. I want to touch her warm skin, touch her beautiful face, kiss those soft, pink...

What the hell is wrong with me?

Her scent fills the room and is intoxicating. My craving for her blood is driving me mad. Thoughts of the warm liquid running down my throat...

No! I can't let these thoughts consume me! I need to stay away from her.

But...I can't. She...she needs me and I need her. I've never needed anyone more than I need her right now. I lean over and brush my hand across her face.

"Bella," I whisper softly.

She turns in her sleep.

I lean in closer, whispering against her lips, "Bella."

She moans and I pull back. I don't want her to know I'm in her room.

Her eyes open and she squints at me, trying to decide if what she sees is real. Before she can focus fully, I quickly make my escape. She'll never know I was there. To her, I was just a dream.

I have to end this crazy infatuation I have with her before it gets out of control