I was in the field. Our field. With him.
I loved him more than three hearts combined, and there he was, saying he loved me too. I could barely keep my heart at a normal speed.
"Edward, I really just…" I muttered, waiting for the right moment to tell him.
"Hold that thought," he said, and his eyes closed in, the blackness deepening. He was thirsty. I scooted a few inches away so my scent wouldn't be too overwhelming for him. "No, it's fine," he murmured. I moved back.
"Just tell me why," I demanded softly. "Why won't you change me?"
"Well…do you really want me to change you?" he asked.
"Yeah, you know that," I told him. He did, too. I'd been bugging him all week, and this had been our only time alone so far.
"Okay," he sighed. "But, it will be difficult to stop," he muttered under his breath.
"Really? You're going to change me? Now?" I gasped. Now I was overwhelmed!
"It would be difficult to stop," he repeated. Sighing with a burden of weight, he took my hand.
"I think you can," I told him, tenderly stroking his face.
Next thing I knew, his face was coming down hard on my neck. I honestly believed he was changing me. The man I loved, who would jump in front of a bullet to save me, was changing me! How could I believe that he was lying?
My eyes rolled into my head a little. I could feel him sucking the blood. I groaned. Pain as sharp as knives grinding into my skull pierced at my ears. I managed to yell stop a few times, but the pain was too much. I thought it was the pain from changing, but I wasn'[t morphing into a gorgeous vampire. I was morphing into a corpse.
"I love you Bella," he said over the ringing in my ears. But I was dead by then.