Chapter 2: My Bruises
The next morning I hiked up the river as usual. I told my parents I was going to stay out overnight. I came around the last bend and saw him waiting on the rock. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. He was beautiful, sparkling in the sunlight. I slowed my pace slightly. I knew he could smell and hear me. He did not turn.
I climbed up onto the rock and sat beside him. I slipped off my backpack and put it next to me on the rock. He was starring into the waterfall. I put my hand on his shoulder. He took it into both his hands and kissed it.
"You're beautiful." He whispered softly, his voice like silk. It was similar to the way I'd always imagined Edward's, but purer, softer, somehow. I blushed deeply and he touched my cheek with one hand.
"That's so pretty." He said. I blushed deeper. He stroked my cheek. Then, suddenly, his mouth was on mine. I kissed him back till I was dizzy, my heart racing. Eventually he broke off. I tried to pull him back, but he was too strong.
Then he said, "Before we continue you must tell me something."
I looked up at him, smiling slightly, "Anything." I replied.
He looked deeply into my eyes and said, "You must explain to me, fully and completely, why you mutter feather under your breath."
I sighed and took a deep breath. Then, blushing, I explained, "Ever since I read Breaking Dawn, my favourite part of the whole series is when Bella and Edward finally have sex. I say feathers because during the sex, Edward bites some pillows. In the end they are both covered in feathers." I looked down, blushing profusely.
"Oh," Was all he said. Then his mouth was on mine and my hands tangled in his hair as his stroked my back. After kissing for a while we stopped. In almost unspoken agreement I laid out my sleeping bag. Suddenly we were kissing again, and ripping each others clothes off.
When I woke up the sun was just peeking over the horizon. I lay across William's cold chest. I turned over to get a look at his face and gave a small groan of pain. He stroked my back and I looked down at my self. I gasped. I was covered in purple and blue marks.
William whispered, "I'm sorry." In my ear.
I sat up, wincing a little, and said, "Well I'd better be getting home." He sat against a tree as I got dressed and put away the sleeping bag. He kissed me lightly on the lips.
I hiked back down the river. I kept glancing until her was out of sight.
Over the next few days I met him whenever I could. My friends started to worry that I was always disappearing. I wouldn't tell them anything though. William and I had sex quite a few more times. I got less and less bruises every time, until I got none. William was very proud of himself. One day I told William I wanted to be a vampire. He grew silent for a moment, then refused. I did not stop pestering him.