So I cannot convey just how stoked I am that those of you out there read and reviewed and liked it, seriously I saw the reviews and went through the roof.

In answer to BW-girl's question, I'm not sure when this would be in the movie, probably the first night they spent in the vineyard. It was just something that got me thinking, I might follow along the story lines, and it is still an unknown in my mind. Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter as well.

Edward watched Audrey carefully over the next couple of hours, he had tried not to, and when that failed as it was inevitable to do, he at least tried to keep his musing over her discrete but it was hard to ignore that fact the Elvis had been watching him closely since this morning. He still understood that it was a mistake, and as soon as he could find it within himself to gain control when in close proximity to her, Edward would tell Audrey this. But for now, he settled to just watch her.

She enjoyed the children; there was no getting around that. Audrey would listen carefully as they spoke to her, as though everything they were saying was of the utmost importance, even though the one she cared for the most didn't actually speak. He had learned his name was Samuel, and that he was five years old, he had watched his father be turned, and eventually kill his mother at the tender age of three, and he hadn't spoken a word since. She paid more attention to him, then the rest of the adults who were attempting to make conversations; especially the men in the camp, Edward tried to tell himself it was a coincidence that he went ridged every time one of those men stood a little closer then was actually necessary for her to be examining a crossbow.

"So." Lionel breathed, throwing himself down on the couch next to Edward and looking over at him.

Edward waited, letting his eyes roam all over the room, resting more often than not on Audrey, but Lionel said no more, only watched him, and Ed gave in to look at him, "So?"

"What exactly was going on this morning?" He asked, taking a long slug out of a coffee mug, but the liquid inside was amber and smelled nothing like coffee. Immediately Edward knew what Elvis was talking about, but as his eyes flicked round the room, again coming to a halt on long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, or more importantly the neck attached to said ponytail. His fingers tingled, in a tease of warmth at the memory of it, it had been softer then he remembered human skin to be, or softer then he had ever felt before, he could feel her heartbeat from across the room, and see it pulsing in her neck, he had been so close to that neck this morning, and she had let him be.

He had never been offered such a gesture, never had someone trusted him so completely before, it scared him beyond belief. Edward had only been mildly aware that Elvis had been watching him, watching Audrey. Panic crossed his face, and he gripped Edward's arm tightly, whistling a tune the he didn't recognize.

Many turned confused and wary looks toward Edward, still uneasy of his presence. But not Audrey, her head snapped around and she locked eyes with Edward as they passed on their way to Lionel's, with a jerk of his head towards Edward that he didn't understand, Audrey's eyes got wide, and she looked concerned at all the others standing around them that were watching as this was happening, and then back at Samuel who had been in her lap. Placing him on the ground she, whispered something to him, making him grin, and she walked away. He wanted to shake his head, as she neared him, he wasn't ready to talk to her yet, he had never considered himself to be a coward, but if there was a coward's way out of this he would consider it.

She gripped his wrist, and he thought that his skin got hot much too quickly, but allowed himself to be pulled after her, pretending that he couldn't smell her, and that he didn't like it. Pretending that this situation was okay with him once his eyes cast around him and found Elvis still seated some ten feet behind him, Edward tried to plead with his eyes, because Lionel knew. He knew something had happened, that something was amiss, why was he doing this. Edward barely noticed he was being pulled down a corridor he didn't know, and wasn't even sure he had noticed before, he had only been there one night, and he had found something else to capture all of his attention in his time there.

"Where are we going?" He asked, only finding himself half surprised when she just glanced at him, and walked on, after several paces she dropped his wrist and flexed her fingers idly, like she was trying to return feeling to them, he still followed as she didn't slow down, the downward slope, and the way the air was getting cooler told him they were going further underground.

She took two rights, and turned to face him, Edward stopped on his toes to avoid running her over. They stood very still, and Audrey looked him over, but not in the way he had hoped she might, but like she was checking for something, evidently she didn't find it on his person because she set on examining his face, looking over his features, his chin, to his mouth, to his nose, to his eyes. She looked from one to the other, and then her gaze went out of focus, and she reached a hand out to him. For a moment, it looked as though she were about to cup his face, and he resisted the urge to recoil away from her, the last thing he needed was for her to come onto him more blatantly then they had come onto each other that morning.

But she didn't, her finger ran along the lobe of his ear, and he gave himself a pat on the back that he had given no verbal cue that this was going to be the death of him if she kept it up for any length of time. But she didn't skimming over the opening of his ear, she fingered the shell of it, and almost at once he knew what she had seen. His ears were becoming pointy at the ends, and grotesque looking.

He brushed her fingers away from his ear, and took several steps to the right so he could walk around her, "You're thirsty."

"No, I'm fine." He lied not looking at her, he hadn't thought about human blood in this sense in a long time, it was always thinking of human blood as a means to something else that could help them, something else that could possibly fix them.

"You never answered me yesterday," She said quietly, and when he turned questioning eyes on her, she offered an explanation, "When I asked you how long it had been since you had, had human blood, you didn't say anything. So?"

"So?" He said back, telling himself he was not being childish by not answering her, but rather there were things that were none of her business, and how much blood he consumed definitely fell under the category of none of hers or anyone else's business.

"Hey!" She said irritated to him, as he had turned away from her, "There are children up there, children who have the rest of their lives ahead of them, and mothers who would very much like to see their sons and daughters grow older, and fathers who want to be able to look there sons in the eyes the day that they become men. Just because you are some renegade vampire who doesn't like the path he chose, doesn't mean I'm going to let you ruin someone else's life so you can act superior to everyone else."

Edward dropped his shoulders and looked back at her, all the sadness, and ghosts of bitterness she had heard in the inflection of his voice that morning, shining in his eyes, "I didn't chose this." He said quietly, so much so that she missed it the first time, "I didn't chose to become a vampire." He repeated, when she asked him what he had said.

"What do you mean?" Audrey asked, placing nervous hands into her pockets.

"I wanted to stay human, I was going to run. I had everything packed, I had all of my belongings, and I was going to go. I didn't know where, and I didn't know how I was going to get there in one piece, but it was better than the alternative. As I was leaving my brother showed up, at once it was like I could feel it, the change that he had undergone, he looked different, he was always one to tan, and he looked so odd without it. But as soon as he looked at me, I knew, I mean I guess I had known for a while that he would choose to turn, it would be the best decision of his life in his eyes. Never having to die, never having to stop the party," He looked at his hands, and sighed, playing idly with his pinky, "I told him I was leaving, and he freaked, he told me he couldn't lose me, and I tried to tell him he wouldn't be losing me, because I had already lost him. His expression went blank, and he just looked at me for a long moment. That's all I remember, next thing I know, I wake up on my kitchen floor." He rubbed his neck gingerly, and for an instant the palest skin she had ever seen came into view when his collar moved, pale skin with raised edges in the shape of a bite mark.

Audrey watched him for a long moment, unsure of what to say, of how to say it, how to proceed. Looking at his hands again, he raised his eyes to hers, and even though several feet separated them now, they might as well have been standing not doing laundry again, "Four days."

"What?"

"I haven't had a substantial amount of human blood in four days." He said through gritted teeth, he felt disgusted that he had to do this.

Audrey nodded absentmindedly, and strode past him, retrieving a wine glass from a wooden table, and for the first time Edward thought to glance around him, they were in a wine cellar. He looked from bottle to bottle; wine had been something his mother loved. He remembered how her eyes would glaze over whenever she talked about one day, when they had the money, she would turn the field behind their house into a full-fledged vineyard, Edward would always wonder to himself where they would keep the cellar. Smiling at the memory of his ten year old self telling Frankie that when they got the vineyard they were going to put the cellar in his room, and send him out to live amongst the grapes.

His smile faded, and he covered his nose and mouth, and dared to glance over his shoulder at Audrey. She was sitting calmly at the table, her fist clenched, blood trickling over his fingers, and coming to fill the wine glass near half full. He watched her, his stomach turning flips as he did, he should be disgusted, and even lied, telling himself he wasn't even a little bit turned on by this act. Standing she thrust the glass out to him, and he gingerly took the stem taking care to almost hyper extend his arm, not wanting to be any nearer to her then he need be while she continued to bleed.

Grabbing a rag off of the table, she began to tie it around her wound, and he realized, they had set up a system. Elvis and Audrey had planned for what might happen should he not be getting enough blood, and he brought himself to be touched by the gesture. He stared down at the crimson ooze in his glass, and swallowed hard, wondering if he could even throw up anymore, because he was almost certain that this was the feel you get just before your stomach caves, giving up all that you have half digested.

Raising it near his lips, he took a whiff, and stiffened at the feeling of pleasure from somewhere deep inside, knowing that it wasn't coming from him. Closing his mouth he almost turned it away, choosing to remain as human as possible for as long as possible, but Samuel's face flashed before his eyes, bright blue eyes watching his every move, the only one here who didn't fear him, and the one there who should fear him the most.

But he opened it again, and the rim of the glass touched his lips, he looked up. Audrey was watching him. Her blood was millimeters from his mouth, and she was studying him, she could honestly expect him to drink her blood in front of her, that was insane, that was disgusting. But she watched him still, her eyes, not focusing on the glass in his hands, but locked on his eyes not once straying. He tilted his hand just a tad, and it touched his lips, and flowed over. It was thicker than he was used too, he preferred it to be diluted with something else, so he could at least make believe that he wasn't killing someone by doing this.

He expected her to cringe, to turn away from him, and find something else to look at when the sight of him, literally eating a part of her was too much to bear, this he could handle, that he could process. But her jaw fell slack, and she breathed deeply, her pupils dilating. He wanted to stop, he had drunk at least half, that was enough, he didn't need any more for a while. But he didn't, he drank the whole glass, and forced himself not to pay attention to the way it tasted, focusing instead on just how brown her eyes were. He hadn't seen brown eyes in what felt like years, in truth it probably had been. He had loved brown eyes, his mother had them, his brother had them, and he had wished that he could have them, but he had been stuck with green. Reminding him of the very man he hated more than anything in the world, because they mirrored his in every way down to the flecks of gold tat dusted his eyes.

Edward set the glass down on the table, and stared at her, she had managed to bandage her hand, either without looking, or he had taken much longer then he had thought working up the courage to drink. She strode slowly over to him, and he told himself no to breathe, the scent of her, and her blood was filling his head, and giving him some very unhealthy thoughts. Picking up a lose piece of bandage from the table, she hooked it over her thumb, and slowly brought it to meet his lips.

Stilling completely, his body ridged from head to toe, his whole system on red alert. Carefully her thumb swiped from left to right, along his lower lip, and back again, and Edward found it hard to control the almost unbearable urge to part his tightly shut lips. Dropping her hand away from him, once she seem satisfied with her job having been finished, he saw that she had been swiping excess blood from his lips, watching him for a long moment, she almost seemed nervous. Before she spun on her heel, and left.

Edward touched his lips, as he sat in the chair, dropping his head to the cedar, and telling himself over and over again. That the wish she had let him have the rest on his lips, wasn't something he truly wanted.

Alright, again a huge thanks to the two of you the have reviewed. It seriously rocked my world, I never thought I could get so excited over something like that, but it was one of the best feelings in the world. So please, I beg of you, give that feeling back to me and review again!