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I just started my 3rd year of college this Monday. I'm going to be busy with that from here until the second week of December. I'll try to update as much as possible. This chapter is quite longer than the other two. So…

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Chapter 3: Hunger

Bella quickly moved away from me to stand at one end of the bed. Her movements were flawless and she glided across the floor when she walked. The long tendrils of her hair were a glossy brown even without any light reflecting from it.

"Who are you?" She demanded with a melodious voice that sounded so sweet.

I smiled to myself, her voice suited her.

"I'm Edward Cullen," I greeted extending a hand she didn't shake.

Her eyes trailed over my naked chest with a wary expression. I dropped my hand and reached for my black t-shirt on her dresser.

She closed her eyes and scrunched her brows together like she was in pain. All the while, she was mumbling the word 'please' over and over again.

"Please what?" I asked frustrated that I still couldn't hear her thoughts.

I tried to read her mind when she was human, but I only heard the thoughts from the people around her. I was certainly hoping it would change once she became a vampire. It didn't change. How frustrating it is that the only person who's thoughts mattered most to me, I couldn't hear!

Her eyes snapped opened and she winced at the fact I was still standing before her.

"Please tell me I didn't sleep with you," She blurted out with the most terrified expression on her face.

I chuckled at how this was her number one concern when she obviously should be concerned about something else.

"You make it sound like it would be a bad thing," I mused.

She threw me a murderous look, and glanced down at her clothes for the first time. Relief colored her face when she noted they were from three days ago, but confusion quickly replaced it.

"So, if we didn't sleep together," She cut herself off.

"What?" I asked.

"Do I know you? What are you doing in my apartment?" She asked hoarsely now.

I could tell the thirst was already beginning to burn in her throat. This could get dangerous if I don't take her out hunting soon. She looked preoccupied with something in the air while she waited for my answer. I was preoccupied with her breathtaking body as she stood there in utter stillness. My eyes danced around her every curve wondering what she would feel like if I held her in my arms.

Then, she turned to look at me and I tore my guilty gaze from her body. I stood up and she took a step back. A reflex, I'm sure.

"I can't remember much," She said to herself.

I opened my mouth to say something when she stuck her hands out and studied them.

"I feel so different. And I'm so hungry," She almost growled the last part.

It didn't seem like she was talking to me. Almost like she forgot I was there. She was so easily distracted from everything else but her hunger.

I watched her pour herself a glass of water and took a small sip before she abandoned it on the counter. She yanked the fridge open with a force I thought could've taken the door off and searched for food. Her frustration grew when nothing smelled appetizing to her.

"I'm hungry, but I don't want any of these things!" She exclaimed.

Her attention flashed back to me, unleashing the power of her ruby eyes that nearly entranced me with every glance.

"You…" She accused advancing towards me.

"I can explain," I said not exactly sure how to handle a newborn.

Just then, Bella inhaled the air around her with a pleased but unsettling smile. I picked up on the scent a second after she did. A mother and her children were going to pass by Bella's apartment window. Her body leaned into a crouch like she planned to pounce out through the glass. I wondered if she even realized what she was doing at the time, or if the lust for blood overpowered her rationality.

She was strong but I was much faster. As soon as I saw her leap, I knocked her back onto the ground with my whole body making a very loud and unpleasant crushing sound.

"No!" I snarled gripping her hands in my grasp like steel shackles.

Without much effort, she kicked me off and hurled me across the room shattering her dining room table. She was ravenous and nothing seemed to process in her mind except the thirst. She flew towards the door when I grabbed her arm swinging her around to face me. Her head snapped back with the force I had to exert.

I relaxed my grip when I was sure the mother and children were safely in their apartment.

"Why?" She roared with vicious eyes and a dry throat.

I completely understood the pain in her eyes, but I wasn't completely sure if she understood what she was hungry for.

"I'm so hungry," She stated in a pleading way once she calmed down.

"What are you hungry for?" I asked firmly.

She staggered back in shock when the realization of her hunger clicked together in her head.

"What's go-going on? I'm- I can't be hungry for blood…" She stammered in disbelief.

"But I crave it. The smell burns in my throat and that's all I can think about," She stated in confusion.

Then, she lifted her gorgeous face up to look at me. I saw the leap she made towards me, but I did nothing to defend myself. She slammed my back into the wall with her hands alone as she held me there by my throat.

"You're going to have to learn how to be more gentle," I teased.

Before she could tighten her grasp, I grabbed both of her arms and twisted it behind her back holding her against me.

"I don't like to be threaten," I warned against her ear.

"What did you do to me? What have you turned me into?" She demanded.

With my free hand, I moved her hair to one side like I did the night I bit her, hoping a sense of déjà vu would jog her memory. I let my fingers graze over her neck where the bite mark should be . Her skin was the softest I've ever felt. The most tempting person I've ever held in my arms.

"Don't you remember?" I whispered against her ear.

It took her a moment to sort through all the confusion and recall that night. She quickly broke away from me with furious eyes.

"It was you! You bit me!" She accused.

I didn't deny it letting her come to her own conclusions.

There was a moment of silence between us before she spoke again.

"What am I, Edward?" She asked calling my name for the first time.

I didn't think she paid enough attention to me when I introduced myself. The sound of my name lingered in the air like a piece of soft silk being carried by the wind. It was a staggering feeling to have my name spoken from her lips.

"What do you think you are?" I asked in response.

Whatever her answer was, she didn't voice it. Perhaps, she was too frighten to think of the possibility of what she was now.

"If you're still hungry. Let me take you hunting," I offered.

"Hunting? You want me to drink an animal's blood?" She asked skeptically.

I nodded and peered down at her. Call me a hypocrite, but hunting humans was not an option for her. It just couldn't, because she was a fragile girl and the guilt would tear her apart later.

Besides, I made up my mind to recommit to my family's vision the night I turned Bella. I wanted much more for us than the mere bloody satisfaction of our appetites. She would learn and I would readjust.

"Okay," She shrugged unsure of her agreement.

I offered her a hand. Hesitantly, she reached out and placed her hand into my palm. She had no idea what she was handing me, but I knew exactly what I was holding.

Her future.

To be continued…

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