Wow. Sorry this chapter is super, super, super short. But, school is frantic and I was in a bit of a writers' slump when my other story got taken off. Apparantley its against the rules to write about the best band ever, My Chemical Romance. Even though I had nice, friendly disclaimers declaring to the world that NOTHING I WRITE ACTUALLY HAPPENED, DAMN YOU!!
... Er, sorry. I really loved that story though. TT' Anyways, I'm starting this story up again after a very long, un-needed delay! Hope you enjoy and I'll be updating more frequently now that I feel like writing stuff again.
I don't own any of the characters, they are all the wonderful Stephenie Meyer's. :D
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With only one of his hands he pinned both my arms above my head with ease, still cutting off my airway. Switching his hand from my neck to my mouth, he growled again as he lowered his teeth to the exposed nape of my neck. My screams were muffled against his hand, still clamped around my mouth.
Just when I thought he was going to kill me, he was gone with a slight breeze. I shot up into sitting position and looked around, spotting him in front of the window, his arms crossed. Cautiously, I stood to my feet and tip-toed up beside him. "Edward?" I reached out to touch his arm. "Don't," he hissed, recoiling from my hand, moving further into the shadows of night that was approaching. "See?" he growled, "See what I can do to you… in a single second. No one would hear you, no one."
His eyes were empty and held no sign of love for me or himself. "I hate myself Bella, I really do. I can't give you what you want… a family, a life, a future." He stepped further away from me, looking out into the moon light sky. "No, Edward, you listen to me, right now!" I demanded, becoming suddenly engulfed in rage. His pity party was starting to get on my nerves. "Why are you so insistent on shutting me out?!" I screamed at the unmoving statue I loved. "I love you Edward, you. All I need is you; that's all I'm asking for!"
My breaths were short and shallow, my lungs tired from the yelling. He still stood, unmoving. I still pictured him as the cold statue he looked like now. Unexpectedly, he spun around, grabbing me into a bone crushing embrace. "Bella, Bella…" he whispered over and over into my hair. He crashed his lips into mine, working frantically to move us both closer to the bed in the middle of his room. I let myself be swept away with the coldness of his lips smashed against mine, savoring the feel of his tongue battling with mine.
We reached the side of the bed as Edward pushed me over gently, falling on top of me with our mouths still connected. He pulled away, only for a second, to look me in the eyes and tell me what I needed to know. He was ready.
