Chapter 2

BPOV

By the time I got home I wasn't paying attention to where I was going or what I was doing. Before I knew it Charlie was home. The sound of the front door slamming shook me out of my revere enough to notice I had already started to prepare dinner, and a quick look over my shoulder confirmed I had already completed my homework.

How I had managed to do all this without a functioning brain, I'll never know.

"Hey Bells, that you in kitchen?" Charlie always asks this question as he takes the three steps from the front door to the entrance of the kitchen.

"Yea Dad. It's me. I'm just finishing up dinner." I looked down to realize that I had been making spaghetti, and it was indeed done.

I served us both up some plates, and entered a comfortable silence as we ate side by side. When I had finished eating I helped Charlie to a second serving, and excused myself upstairs. Once I got to my bedroom I considered taking the note out of my backpack and placing it on my window seal. Hoping I could stay up long enough to watch it magically disappear right before my eyes. Or even better, catch a glimpse of the boy I can't seem to keep out of my mind.

I decided that these ideas where far too delusional for my rational mind, and opted for a shower instead.

I grabbed my toiletries and went to the bathroom. I removed my clothes and stepped in front of the mirror. I tried to imagine Edward standing next to me, but his image was corrupted by my plain, indifferent features. How could anything so beautiful and plain co-exist?

I sighed and hopped into the shower, trying to wash away my doubts and insecurities. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, it caused me to jump and I slipped and hit my head on the edge of the tub. It was then I heard Charlie's voice through the door.

"Bella, I just got a call from the station. There's a little emergency, I've got to go back to the station. I may not be back until morning. Call me at my work number if you need anything. "He hesitated behind the door for a response; I could hear him jingling his keys,

"Alright dad. Be Safe." My head was woozy; my voice sounded like it was coming through a filter.

I stayed on the floor of the shower, and brought my knees up to my chest. I crossed my arms over my knees and attempted to rest my head, but I felt a sting and immediately began to smell the blood. I closed my eyes tighter and started breathing through my mouth. I reached my hand up to my forehead to try to assess that damage. But pulled away as soon as I felt the gash. It seemed small, but even with the warm water running over me; I could feel the warm fluid rushing out if it.

I tried to stand up, slowly gripping the edges of the tub. When I finally felt confident that I was in a stable standing position I turned my head under the faucet and attempted to wash the blood from the wound. I opened my eyes and steadied myself long enough to finish my shower.

After I had maneuvered my way out of the shower and into a towel, I took one more deep breath through my mouth before confronting the mirror. I almost laughed at my idiotic behavior when I saw how tiny the gash was. It was no longer then the end of a pencil eraser. It had stopped bleeding, so I assumed I was in the clear. My head was feeling less woozy by the second, I was sure no damage was done.

I brushed my teeth, and my hair. I had left my pajamas in my bedroom in all the excitement of Edward, so I reached to open the door to head back, When I heard a noise, or a thump rather. It sounded like it came from my bedroom, but I couldn't be sure. People weren't often in my room while I was in the bathroom. I hesitated for just a moment, but decided that it must just be this old house.

I opened the door, and was nearly knocked off my feet again by the vision in front of me.

There before me, stood Edward. Dripping wet, and angry. No that wasn't an accurate description. His face was hard and his eyes were fierce. He looked frightened and . . . Conflicted. He looked as if he was looking passed me, through me. Not making eye contact. I felt as if I should be afraid, or at least upset. But all I could think was 'He's here!'

It was then I understood. He was looking at my forehead, the gash. I slowly raised my hand to cover it. But he shocked me again my reaching out to stop me. He grabbed my hand and lowered it between us. I inhaled sharply, recognizing that I had been holding my breath for quite some time.

"Bella…" His eyes softened slightly, as he took another step closer to me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here. But I heard you fall. And then your father left. You sounded fine, but I couldn't be sure. Then I smelled the blood, and I . . . I just . . ." He sighed and leaned his head fractionally closer to mine. "I just needed to know that were safe."

He leaned in closer until I was sure he was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for the onslaught of emotion I could already feel bubbling up inside of me. I felt his lips and it was amazing. It took me moment to even comprehend that he was kissing my forehead and not my mouth. He pulled away and I opened my eyes to see the look on his face. I wanted to know if this had meant anything.

I watched as he closed his eyes and slowly licked his lips. It was then I figured out he had not just kissed my forehead, but the gash. He opened his eyes and I was lost in the warm honey color I had fallen in love with at first sight.

"Bella, come." He reached out and took my hand to lead me to my bedroom. I followed without question. He led me to my bed and took a seat at the end in front of me.

"Sit." He patted my comforter next to him. I started to gather my wits, and decided that I would like to be dressed for whatever conversation was to take place tonight. I don't believe I could control myself otherwise.

"If you don't mind I'd like to get dressed." I started into his eyes hesitantly. Almost hoping for an opposition.

"As you wish." He stayed completely still, making no sign to move. I gawked momentarily thinking this was completely inappropriate. Then I quickly decided it was clearly a misunderstanding, once I began to undress he would look away.

I retrieved my pajamas from there drawers and walked to the side of my bed so I was standing slightly behind Edward. I began to remove my towel and again noticed that he had no intention of looking away.

"You might as well watch if you're just going to sit there." I intended to sound sarcastic, but it sounded more pathetic to my ears.

"I can see just fine from here thank you." I saw the corner of his mouth twitch up as he said this and instead of feeling ashamed I found myself wishing my body wasn't so plain. That I could be proud of what he clearly had interest in viewing.

I gathered up all the courage I had and dropped the towel at my feet. I reached for my articles of clothing very slowly and carefully not wanting to make a fool of myself. I slid on my sweats, and raised my arms above my head to pull on my old paramour t-shirt when I heard a low growling sound. I peeked under my arm and saw that Edward was standing in front of me again, and that the growling sound was rumbling out of his chest.

"My answer was yes…" I have no idea where that confidence came from, but I knew that I wanted him to touch me. More than anything I needed the feel of his skin against mine. His eyes darkened slightly and he lowered his lips to mine.

At first I thought I was dying. As soon as our lips touched my whole body ignited. It felt as if I was being brought back to life. Never knowing I had died. I couldn't think straight all I knew was that this was exactly what I had been waiting for my entire life.

He increased the pressure infinitesimally and my knees began to go weak. I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself upright. My tongue darted out of my mouth of its own accord to taste his sweet lips. Citrus and honey. I never knew anything as incredible as this. He parted his mouth slightly and I felt his tongue collide with mine. It was warmer than his lips, but just as soft. My lips began to quiver. I crushed my body to his. I needed more, I had to have more. The feel of my naked breasts pressed against his cold chest, even though his shirt was enough to make my muscles contract.

And then he was gone. The cold I felt from his absence was a hundred times more shocking than that of his skin. I refused to open my eyes for fear of seeing an empty room. I couldn't bare it. Then I heard his deep breathing.

"My sweet, sweet Bella. I am so sorry. I had no right to attack you in that way. It was extremely ungentlemanly of me, and I am truly remorseful." He began backing up towards my window with his hands raised in front of him, as if to prevent an attack.

"Please." I begged pitifully. "Please don't go." I looked up to meet his eyes once more, hoping to see some sort of dissolvent in his resolve to leave. What I saw shook me to my core.

Edwards's teeth were bared and he had crouched as if he were about to pounce on his pray. Before I could further contemplate his actions, he did just that. He leapt through the air so quickly, so gracefully I almost missed the movement entirely. One minute I was watching his strange behavior, the next I was pinned beneath him on my bed, Curled into his chest like a small child.

His gripped loosened and I felt him tracing small circles on the small of my back as he rolled us onto our sides.

"Bella, I must tell you something . . . I don't believe you will forgive me for this deception, so I feel I must tell you now. Before you do anything you might regret. "He sighed deeply and rested his head upon mine.

"My sweet Bella. I have been lucky enough to learn some things about you over the past eleven days, and I am truly grateful for that opportunity. You have given me a great gift, one that you may never fully understand. So in gratitude for your kindness, I am going to share with you the truth, a secret that will surely sending you fleeing from my arms. But one I feel it is only fair to tell." He gripped me slightly tighter, and then rested his mouth near my ear before he spoke his next words.

"I am not a normal man Bella. A man is not even the right word for what I am. I was once a man, a mere boy really. But tonight Bella, here with you, I am and forever will be, a Vampire." His arms loosened there grasp, and I could feel him pulling away from me. I was too frozen to move, but I knew I didn't want him to leave me.

"I know Edward. It's ok." I could hear the words coming out of my mouth, but I couldn't understand why. I knew them to be true. I had known he was something different, something amazing. I had planned to ask with my next question. But a Vampire, I never would have even thought. A god maybe. But a blood sucking demon, my Edward?

"Excuse me?" I could feel him relax slightly back into me, but his arms became stiff, rigid around me. His hands stopped there ministrations on my lower back.

"I admit, I didn't know what you were, but I knew there was something special about you. " I tilted my head so I could look up into his eyes. I wanted to know what I should be feeling at this moment. I was so confused.

"Are you here to eat me? Am I to be a source of sustenance for you?" He laughed bitterly, a beautiful throaty sound. Not unlike his growl. It made my thighs tighten, and a need start to build between my legs.

"You already sustain me dear Bella. And it is not your blood that I am drawn too. Although it is quite fragrant. It is your mind and your essence that has lured me to you from the moment I first laid eyes on you." He smiled down at me, and my heart melted. I had never seen anything so beautiful until this moment.

"What do you mean by my mind? You haven't spoken to me until now, and you asked me questions first." I was intrigued by this beautiful boy, vampire, in my bed. I needed to know why he was really here.

"I guess I wasn't entirely honest with you. I am a Vampire, and I have no intention of eating you." He chuckled quietly to himself and his smile grew wider. "I do however have another secret. When I became what I am, I discovered that I had the ability to read minds, of both humans and Vampires alike. I have never encountered a mind I could not read. Until I saw you. Your mind is completely silent to me. And the more time I spend close to you. The more the noise, the pain ceases to matter. I can focus all of my attention on you. The thoughts become a numb buzzing sound. It's an amazing thing." He looked into my eyes, searching I'm sure for my response.

"So you're here to numb your eternity of pain." I felt remorse for this beautiful god like boy. Whatever I could do to repay him for his honesty, and the gift of his presence.

"No no, Bella you misunderstand me. I'm here because you're important to me. You are the most important person to me ever." He leaned down slowly, as if he was worried to frighten me off, and pressed his lips to mine for the second time tonight.

This kiss was deeper, more passionate. It was as if he was trying to meld our mouths together, so we could never be separated again. I was on the same page. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled myself as close to him as possible. This time when he didn't disappear from my grasp I used the opportunity to even the odds. I slid my hands under his shirt slowly, tracing the lines in his abdomen. I felt him shutter under my touch and was spurred on by his reaction. I lifted his shirt over his head breaking the kiss momentarily. When I tried to find his lips again he had already began placing soft kisses down my jaw, onto my neck, Working his way across my collar bones and back up the other side.

"We shouldn't be doing this." He mumbled between kisses. Showing no signs of stopping, or even slowing down.

"Please." I pleaded between kisses. "Please don't stop!" He rolled us over so he was on top of me. I open my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I immediately felt his member pressing into my hot center. My entire body shivered with anticipation. I had never felt anything remotely like this. I couldn't believe I was about to make love to a vampire.

"God Bella…We have to stop. You need to stop moving like that…Oh god!" I wasn't sure what he was referring too, I was so caught up in the moment I couldn't tell you if it was me pressing my center into his, or vice versa. I just knew I couldn't stop.

He began placing open mouthed kisses down my chest, across my collar bone again, until he reached my breast. I gasped in ecstasy as his cold mouth met my hot flesh. I gripped his hair and held his head in place as he pleasured me with his mouth. I wasn't getting enough friction between my legs and I knew what I needed. I reached down his back and around the front of his pants. I started to undo his button when his hand shot out to stop me.

"No, please. Don't you want me?" I know I sounded like I was begging. But I didn't care. I've never wanted anything more in my life.

"Bella please. Don't be ridiculous. Obviously I want you. But you can't want this. You barely know me." He was breathing heavily, and he never stopped peppering my chest with opened mouthed kisses. I wondered if he was trying to persuade himself as well. "You just found out I'm a vampire. You can't want this with me. It's not the same as it is with normal boys. I'd never be able to leave you Bella. You would become my everything. My soul mate." He began kissing me more deeply. I was temporarily side tracked, but I needed to answer him.

"I wouldn't know, you would be my first. Please I want you to be the one. Please make love to me…"I was barely able to finish my sentence as his lips crashed down upon mine. I reached between us again and finished what I had started. Once I had opened his fly, I began to push down on his jeans, but before I could get very far, Edward had sat up, and torn the rest of his clothing off. He hadn't been wearing any underwear so I was greeted with the full perfection of his nudity. He barely hesitated before he reached down and tore the sweats from my legs.

I lay before him bare and slightly nervous, but too intoxicated by his presence to doubt my need. He lowered himself on top of me, resting his member lower between legs so we could be eye level. He kissed me softly. Running the tip of his tongue slowly across my lips. Teasing me. He grazed him hands up and down my sides, down my abdomen and finally coming to a stop in my inner thigh.

"I want to taste you." He whispered in my ear, causing my whole body to shudder violently against him. He kissed me deeply forcing his tongue into my mouth as his fingers climbed higher towards my center. I was dripping wet. I could feel it as his finger slowly glided up my folds. His cold touch against my hot center sent a wave of euphoria through my entire body. I had never been touched like this before not even by my own hands. I had no idea what to expect.

He continued to glide his fingers up and down, coating them in my juices. Until finally he parted my lips, and slowly inserted one of his fingers inside of me. An explosion of ecstasy erupted from between my legs. I thought I was going to melt into him. The feeling only seemed to intensify and then radiate throughout my body as he began pumping the finger slowly in and out of me. After a few more strokes he began inserting another finger, continuing the tortuously slow pumping motion. I thought I was going to slowly quiver to death, until he brushed his thumb against my bundle of nerves and an explosion ten times that of the first radiated outwards from where he was touching me. Causing my muscles to seize and clench around his fingers.

As I came down from my unearthly high, my eyes fluttered open just in time to see him place his fingers coated in my juices into his mouth and suck them clean. The image was surprisingly arousing. I gathered my strength and reached down between us to grasp his erection. He inhaled sharply and a low growl rumbled out of his chest.

"God Bella, you will be the death of me." He started peppering my cheeks and lips with kisses as I started to pump his erection in my enclosed fist. I had no idea what I was doing. But I had overheard enough conversations and seen enough suggested gestures to hopefully understand the basics.

I thought I was doing alright, until Edward almost violently removed himself from my hand and rolled us over so that I was in top of him.

"I'm sorry. I . . . I wasn't sure." Edward interrupted me before I could finish my thought.

"Bella no. You have no idea how amazing that felt. I wasn't going to last must longer. You're amazing." He ran his fingers through my hair, and was holding me close to his chest with his other hand.

I raised my head to meet his eyes. He looked blissful; I couldn't resist placing my lips against his. The movement caused me to press into his erection. We both moaned from the sensations of the contact. I sat up on his lap, questioning him with my eyes.

"Bella are you sure this is what you want love. You would have to lead. It wouldn't be safe for you otherwise." He looked pained to say this. I knew what my answer was, and decided that actions spoke louder than words.

Before he could stop me, or try talking me out of it. I positioned myself above his erection and thrust downward.

The sensation was incredible. There was a slight shooting pain at first. But the cool temperature of his erection and the incredible feeling of him inside of me quickly eradicated it. Edward groaned loudly and gripped on to my hips like a life line. I began rocking my hips against his. He began meeting my motions, thrust for thrust. Every time I thought I was about to come undone he would grip my hips tighter and slow down are movements savoring the sensation. I felt myself begin to unravel, Edward sat up and kissed me with all the love I never knew I could feel as he throbbed and pulsed inside of me, causing me to convulse and orgasm around him.

My entire being was altered. I felt as If I had given up a small piece of myself, and it had been replaced by a piece of Edward.

Edward rocked us and rubbed soothing circles on my back until we both came down from our ecstasy induced highs. I slumped against him and realized how tired I really was. I felt Edward lay us down on our sides, our hands intertwined between us. I wanted so badly to say something to him. But I could already feel myself drifting farther away into unconsciousness.

"I love you Bella Swan. You are my life now, and forever." The last thing I remember is Edwards's cold hands grasped tightly in my own.