I was just about to reach for the phone to call Edward when I was hit from behind. I let out a yell as they took me to the ground. We rolled this way and that, their body pressed against mine. Was I going to die? Who was going to save me?
I ended up on my back, my arms pressed and held tight above my head. I was face to face with Edward. He smiled at me. "Were you scared?"
"Yeah, well, kind of. Only a little bit though." I said sarcastically.
"Well, now that we're alone…" Edward smiled once again and pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss was soft at first, but it slowly grew more passionate, more demanding. He maneuvered me out from under him and changed our positions so I was on top of his strong body. I could feel his muscles contract with every movement, our kiss still had not been broken, but, as like all things, they must end.
Edward broke away first and leaned his head back on the kitchen linoleum as I rested my head on his chest. He had no heart beat, of course, but he was breathing heavy, just like I was, his chest rising and falling with every breath.
"You're going to kill me. Do you know that?" he breathed, kissing my hair, breathing in deep my scent. "I love you so much. I will, honestly, love you, and keep loving you until the day I die."
"But what about me? What will I do? I would have nothing." I looked into his eyes, "Unless, I can live forever too."
"Bella," Edward said in a firm whisper, "I'm not going to take your soul." He gently stroked my cheek.
"You won't be taking my soul. You are just as alive as I am. Except for the fact that you're kind of dead, but other than that, you have a soul. Mine. I gave you my heart and soul long ago."
"Bella, please stop." Edward said, moving out from under me.
"It's something we're going to have to face sooner or later! I'm getting old here, literally! I am going to die, Edward. Someday. And you have the power to save me. But you won't." I whispered. "But you won't."
"That's a bridge we can burn once we cross it." He said.
"When we cross that bridge I'll be dead!" I exclaimed.
"But you would have lived. Lived beautifully. I don't want to take that away from you." His voice was full of emotion, putting his hand against my cheek. I held it there for a long while before speaking.
"Then, if you won't do it, though I would want it to be you, I'll find someone else to do it. Carlisle would. So would Alice." I said staring Edward right in the eye, determined.
"Bella, stop right there. They will not go against me in that. I don't even want you to talk to them about it."
"You can't stop me from talking Edward!" I yelled.
"Oh, yes I can." He put his hand firmly to my mouth. I tried to yell at him some more, but all that came from me were muffled sounds.
"Ah, this is much better." He said with a sigh. "Listen to me Bella. I don't want to talk about this any more today. I'm going to let my hand go, and when I do, no more talking about that particular subject. No yelling, screaming, little hints at it. We are leaving that alone. Okay?" He removed his hand.
"But Edward-" His hand was over my mouth again. I gave a muffled sigh.
"No, no, no. You didn't listen."
He moved his hand and before I could say a word, his mouth was on mine. My heart nearly stopped. No, wait, I think it did. What were we talking about again? Just then, his tongue touched mine, sending my heart beating again, and ten times faster. Where we talking at all? His hand slid down my waist down to the small of my back and up my shirt a bit, his cold, marble hand forcing me closer to him. We weren't talking at all. Nope, not at all.
He pulled away first. "Want to watch a movie?"
"No." I kissed him again, but he was still under my lips.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" he said again. This, in Edward's language, meant that that was enough kissing at the moment. Edward had boundaries and he made the lines very clear.
"Yeah, sure."
We walked to the living room and he pulled out the movie Romeo and Juliet, putting it the VCR and pressing play. We sat on the couch side by side, hands together, fingers intertwined. I looked at our hands. Our lives were so intertwined that it would be hard to sever every line. But I know one thing that would, death.
Edward leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "Are you going to cry?"
"Probably, yeah."
The movie started and we were silent, well, I was quiet. For once, Edward couldn't stop talking. If he wasn't whispering Romeo's lines in my ear, especially the ones to Juliet, he was laughing. I sighed and pressed pause.
"What are you laughing about?" I giggled.
"Romeo is a dunce." Edward chuckled.
"How so?"
"Well, for starters, he wasn't even in love with Juliet at first. He kills himself right next to her, but she's alive. He could have just as easily put his hand under her nose or over her mouth to check if she was breathing. But no, killing himself was the "rational" thing to do." He laughed.
"Would you die for me, Edward? I mean, really. I would die for you."
He put his finger under my chin to raise my head to look at him. "Of course I would die for you. Don't you ever think different. But, I don't want you to die for me. It's useless. Don't." His voice was serious.
"But I would die without you."
"I would die without you too, but it's different. I don't want to be the cause of your death." He looked away and added, almost like an after thought, "And I just might kill you."
"You won't. I'm in perfect condition!"
"I've come so close already. What happened with James and Victoria," he hissed the names, so much hatred were behind them that I flinched. "You could have died because of me. That was my fault. I was standing over your broken body. I could barely even tell if you were breathing…" his voice swelled with emotion. I was positive, that if he was capable of crying, he would have been at this moment. "I thought I had lost you." He drew me into an intense hug.
Tears were rolling down my face. "It wasn't your fault. It was not your fault!" I sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm still here, I'm not leaving."
"I know. I love you so much Bella, you can't even comprehend. I'm never leaving you." He put both hands on either side of my face and gave me a kiss to show his passion. It was unbelievable. It was everything and nothing at the same time. It was beautiful. And just when the passion was at it's highest…the phone rang.
We both sat prone on the couch for a moment. I got off of the couch and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Bella? Aren't you going to pick me up?" It was Shelbie.
I looked at the clock, it was 4:55. Mental head slap. "I'm having some car trouble. The truck's not getting started." I fibbed.
"Yeah, sure. The truck won't get started. Sad day." Shelbie said.
"No, really, it won't start!" no, really, I was a bad liar.
"Right." She giggled.
"Oh, don't be sick!" I said.
"Yeah, well, uh, tell Edward 'hi' for me." And with that she hung up.
"I have to go down to La Push to pick Shelbie up. Are you going to visit me later tonight?" I asked, curious.
"Is Shelbie going to be in your room?" he asked.
"No, I'm setting her up on the couch."
"I'll be by your side at 11:00." He played with a piece of hair between his fingers.
"11:00?" I wined unintentionally.
"Quick hunting trip with Emmett." He kissed the nape of my neck. "You better get going."
"Crap!" I bolted out the door, with Edward on my heels, finding me funny in my clumsy rush out the door. He was already out the door and holding the driver's side door open for me.
"I'll see you later tonight." He said closing the door. I buckled my seatbelt and when I looked up he was gone. I turned the key in the ignition, the engine caught and I was off to La Push.
