-1A/N: So I thought of this while sitting in the break room waiting to clock in to work today. I hope this story will come easy and that I can make it longer. Hope you enjoy this first little slice.
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Scars
I thought back on that day. The day I woke from the burning. I remembered Edward and how devastatingly gorgeous he was, and still is. I could remember everything about that day as if it were yesterday. My darling baby Renesmee and how she peered at me past Jacob leaning away from Rosalie to get a better look at the mother she hadn't seen sence her birth. I remembered Jasper and Emmett stepping between me and my baby to protect her when they thought I was a danger. I remembered seeing Jasper and focusing in of those scars that were so plain as day for me to see now through my vampire sight. I thought them horrifying at the time. Poor Jasper, all those bite marks all over him. Across his jaw, down his neck and hell.. God (and Allice) only knew where else. Now as I look back on that day I can't think like that any more.
Now I want to find out where those scars on his neck lead too. I want to kiss them, I want to lick them, I want to taste him. Why though? Why do I want this? I still love Edward don't I?
Yes… of course I do. Then why do I feel this way?
Damn it! This is so confusing. What should I do?
A/N: uh oh Bella needs help. What should she do? I might take ideas into consideration.