Bloodstains On His Piano
A Twilight Fanfiction
Please note: I am not Stephenie Meyer
Please note: I don't own Twilight
Please note: I am Team Edward
BPOV
And then the last note of his lullaby sank. Tears in my eyes, though I've heard it played for me so many times.
"Edward, it's-" and suddenly his hand was censoring my obvious reaction to his award-worthy composition.
"I know," he says in his velvety cloth voice that could soothe the most stressed people in the world. "You know what else I know?"
Oh my God! He's not using enlarged adjectives, or sensory vocabulary! It must be important. But what could it be? Is it good? Is it bad? Holy Crow! Say something before he leaves you again!
"What is that?" my words tasted like vomit.
What is that? What is that! What were you thinking? What is that: three words, each containing one syllable? He'll leave you for sure.
"My lovely," he brushed a fallen strand of hair from my face. "Today is the first day of the rest of my existence- the rest of my existence…with you." He got down on one knee, and presented a box.
"Bella," he said, "Will you spend the rest of perpetuity with me?"
Oh my God! Tears were welling up in my eyes…blurring my vision. I couldn't see him. My worst fear. Luckily, I wasn't blubbering. No, just the Water Works. Stupid Bella! And on top of me blind by my tears, my mouth was open. Idiot! Although, I wasn't a complete idiot, I had my quivering hand shielding my lips. Ho stupid I must have looked to him- to anyone!
Of course I want to spend the rest of- the rest of time with you! There are moments like these were I wish he could read my mind. I tried to speak, only a squeak escaped my lips, in turn I cleared my throat. My vision was clearing. Thank God! Now, say something!!
"How much did you spend on the ring?" Idiot!
"What ring?" Beautiful voice from a beautiful boy.
"The one in the box." I barely suppressed a whisper.
"Silly Bella!" he mused, "the box is empty!" He threw his arms up in defeat. "I know how you loathe the thought of marriage, so I thought you would adore the notion of immortality. I'll consider myself lucky if you don't run out of this house in sheer terror, but maybe if you do decide to stay- in a few years time we can be bound by matrimony." (a/n Lung capacity! Lung capacity!)
"I wouldn't have it any other way!" I then pounced on him like a lion to a lamb. This must be what hunting feels like… I'll find out in due time. Tonight actually! Mmm…
Responding to my attack on him, he ripped his shirt off "There they are!" I heard from the TV. (a/n Scrubs Season 6 Episode #121 My House) And there he was.
Out of no were, he bit me! I was too distracted by his intense kisses to feel any amount of pain, though.
To distract me from the pain, the sting, and the horror of the bite, he kissed me. We were standing in his bedroom. My frail body aloud him to ram me into the wall. He reached over for the CD sound system to turn on some mood music.
Although, with Edward being a musician and all, it was annoying because he tweeked all his CD's to suit his personality, likes, and dislikes. And with Carlisle's riches, he had plenty of money to have the original artist personalize the music for him.
Rich people!
He turned the volume up high. Mmm. Katy Perry, I Kissed a Girl. No wait- I Kissed oh god! Bella Swan? What is wrong with this boy? (a/n yes Bella, what is wrong with this boy?)
Remembering that I was in pain, I screamed. I think I ay have even broken something glassy. Maybe I'm overreacting. Yeah…
"Bella! Bella! Shh," Edward cooed. He layed me down on the base of his piano. "I'm going to have a look at you to see if you're alright." I then drifted back into unconsciousness.