Venus Doom.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN any of the characters of Twilight, New Moon nor Eclipse.
Please!! R&R, It's my first thing published in english. Reviews are REALLY appreciated

Tanya's POV.

It's been 10 years now since I first saw his perfect being, and I still feel the same passion as if those 10 years never had gone through. I could call it love, as well.

I still cannot realize why they left Denali. Rumors are just rumors—anyway, people would never get to imagine what we are.

I always looked at Edward as the kind of boyfriend I never had and always wanted to have. Just perfect. All in him was adorable. His way to talk, to walk, to play piano… the way he used to teach me to play piano… He was, definitely the perfect vampire.

Why he'd rejected me? I have no idea. I could act coolly and freshly but… I felt destroyed. No man —nor vampire— had ever said "no" to me, and Edward dared. Rosalie told me he simply was like that, a little lonely-like man. I trusted her then, but… What does that silly human —that Bella Swan— has so Edward chose her instead of me?

I guess I'm going to Forks to get my answers… and the man who was meant to be mine.

Only mine.

Bella's POV

I could barely breathe now. Having Charlie right in the next room didn't help so much the feeling I had for the notice I had to communicate him.

I was going to get married to Edward Cullen—the love of my life. Of my existence, maybe.

Charlie didn't like so far Edward, all thanks to the several months he had left me behind, for my own well… But I didn't know that, and in that period of time I nearly became a dead-body walking. Catatonic, maybe. The case is that Charlie wasn't going to take so easy my marriage with the 'little Cullen boy', though he was the second older in that family—having the vampire existence.

I heard a noise—a car getting to the limits of my house. It was a beautiful shiny silver Volvo …but not as handsome as the —sort of—man who was driving it. Edward Cullen.

My father soon came to the little hall, disposed to open the door to my boyfriend. I was still cleaning the kitchen. I made my work faster, so I ended when Charlie opened the door, letting in my boyfriend, after giving Edward his poisoned dirty look.

"Hello, Charlie." He said, politely just as he could.

"Hello, Edward." Charlie said as answer.

I stared at my progenitor, so I could still think. I walked out of the small dinner table—place where I waited—and began to contemplate what destiny had saved for me. I saw his wet bronze-colored hair, getting sort of mixed with his marble-like skin. I admired his straight, perfect nose, his square jaw and soft lips. Then, I looked up at his eyes, with the sure knowledge that as soon as my gaze met his, my thoughts would be completely lost.

They were honey-colored today. Then, I felt the room was spinning around me. Oh, I had just forgotten to breathe—once again.

"Hey, Edward." I said, finally. His lips curved onto one side, to compose my favorite smile, the crooked one.

"Bella," said my father, looking towards me. "You have until 10:30. Ok?"

"Ok" I said.

Then Charlie went out of the room. Edward was staring at me.

"What?" I asked in a low tone of voice. "Do I have anything in my face?"

"No, at all. I just was wondering…"

"I was planning to tell Charlie tonight," I said in a whisper. "But I don't know if today would be the right day… it seems he had a rough day at work."

"The sooner, the better Bella. You know that." He said.

"I know," I sighed. "But, how could I tell him? How?"

"He… He is suspicious." Edward said. I stared at him in horror.

Was Charlie suspicious about Edward and his… family? About the Cullen family? Edward stared back at me and then understood what I was thinking.

"Oh, Bella, he is not suspicious about my family… He is suspicious about us, the two of us. He has… sort of accepted that we cannot live without each other… Actually, his exact thoughts are 'I hope they don't run away together. I guess I'll have some few words with Bells, so she knows I support her decision—whichever it is'." Edward smiled and I was left breathless again.

"Does he really think that?" Was all I could manage to ask.

"Yup." Edward answered cheerfully.

"Hmm… So you think we should tell him tonight?"

"Actually, yes I do."

I stared at my father in the couch, watching TV in the next room.

"So, how should we tell him?" I asked.

"He's afraid you do your stuff without telling him. Maybe you should start like 'look, dad, I don't want to exclude you from the decisions I have made, so I want you to know Edward asked me to marry him', or something like that. That's the good thing in my family—we don't have secrets." He winked.

"Ah… So… Now?" I asked.

"No… We could hang out to Port Angeles or something, to pretend I gave you the ring there. Far softer than coming back from hiking in the woods with the ring in the hand, don't you think so, honey?"

"Yes, far softer." I accepted. Thank God Alice told me to take away that ring that day—two weeks ago. "Wait, I tell him we're going out."

I walked to the living room to claim my dad's attention.

"Dad… Edward and I are going to a movie in Port Angeles."

"Ok. Then, you have 'til 11 o'clock to get right here. Right?"

"Right." I answered. "11 o'clock, right here."

Charlie sat up and walked to the dinner table. His looks at Edward seemed less poisoned lately… Actually, he seemed to be accepting all the stuff. I wished my mother would take all the stuff as cool as Charlie seemed to be doing. Let's see what she'll say about my marriage.

"Goodbye, Edward." Charlie said. "She must be here at 11 o'clock."

"Sure," Edward said, smiling. "We have enough time—It's 7:30."

"Ok, then." My father said.

"'Bye, dad. See you later." I said, hugging him. He seemed to be surprised by the act.

"'Bye, Bells. 'Bye, Edward." He said.

Edward and I walked out my house. With elegance from beginnings of 20th century, Edward opened the door of his car for me and let me sit. Less than a second later, he was in his seat, turning on the engine. As soon as we left my house behind, he stopped.

"So, you want to go to a movie?" Edward asked.

"Naah. Whatever you want is okay." I said.

"What you want is okay for me. So, what do you want to do?"

"Would you play some piano for me?" I asked, yet knowing his answer.

"Hmm, should I? I think I'm pretty tired," he said, with a mocking tone while he began to drive to his house. I laughed out loud, and so Edward did. Then, a silence came by.

"Is anyone at home today?"

"No. They all are hunting." Edward answered.

"Ahm…" I mumbled. Edward looked at me with a weird expression. "Don't worry, I'm not going to try to rape you tonight, I promise." I said, breaking into laugh.

"I wasn't exactly thinking about that, but thanks for the promise, huh?" he said with his crooked smile. By now we were almost at his place… Something possible just for the Cullen's mad way to drive.

"So, what were you thinking?"

"How nice you smell tonight… It is awesome." He answered.

"Uh-oh," I said, teasing. "Where's Alice to protect me when I need her to do so?" and then we both laughed. We were at the Cullen's house now.

"She's in the Olympic Mountains… And I think you don't need any protection tonight." He said while he came to my door, opened it and carried me out in his arms.

"I feel like a 'just married' girl!" I complained.

"Soon you'll be." He promised while he deposited me on the immaculate white couch in his living room. Then, he sat in a way so I could lay my head on his lap and he began to play with my hair. He knew I loved that.

We talked about random things, he played several piano pieces for me, we sang —and I did horrible, while his velvet voice made the interpreter's seem weak— , and like that the night began to fade away. In less time I could ever imagine that was possible, it was almost 10 o'clock. I began to get nervous.

I sat up and looked at Edward.

"So, how am I going to tell Charlie?" I asked.

"Just the way I've told you before," he explained, with his smile on. "You go and tell him 'Dad… I know you want to know what about what I'm going to do with my life from now and so, so I want you to tell you Edward has just asked me to marry him, and I accepted' or something like that." Edward said, with a perfect imitation of my voice tone and intonation.

I took my head to my knees.

"He's going to get so emotional!" I cried. "Probably, he's going to want a chat about sexual education—once again!"

Edward laughed at the thought.

"I thought you were about to complain because of the fact that you'll have to dance the waltz with Charlie… and so, with me." He said. I looked at him skeptically.

"Oh, dear, you may dream about it. I've already had that human experience."

"In your own marriage?" he said. I felt how my expression changed from skeptical to scary. "I think you haven't." He concluded, with a mocking smile curving his lips.

I sighed in defeat.