Second chapter of my story. I'm so excited to be writing a fanfic of one of my favorite novels! I am really getting into it. I hope you are, too.

To all the Twilight fans and readers: I do not own Twilight, and I am not Stephenie Meyer. But I wish I was. Because then I'd be rich, and I'd have a career as a writer who is loved by many. ::Sigh.:: Ah, someday...I will have that.

Until then, read on, my fans.

Edward fans will love this chapter. Simply because, he is so sweet and ADORABLE in it::Squeal.::


2. REGRET

I sat there, head down as Edward stood by my car. "I…I'm sorry," I finally said, breaking the silence. He would glance at me, and then at the ground. I could tell this was hard for him. I mean, here I was, ruining his plans for me when he obviously wanted me to have a future unlike he did. And I had been the person who had purposely run over the puppy in the middle of the road. How cruel was I?

We had changed out of our gowns and I was wearing a simple t-shirt with black dress pants, while Edward was wearing a black t-shirt and dress slacks.

"It's fine, really. A slip of the tongue. I know you're excited, but could you try to keep it contained for a while? For me?" He would finally speak, his eyes distant to me. "I don't mean to be unkind, but I'm not looking forward to Saturday with such enthusiasm as you are, Bella." He would open the door for me, as I began to climb into the passenger side.

"So I take it you're taking me home?" I asked, as I turned to look at him.

"Well, I want to be the gentleman, even if my personality resembles that of a horrible beast."

"No! You're not, really!" I said, with a smile. "I love you, Edward – I know you only want what's best for me."

He would frown at this. "I love you, too, Bella," he said, and as it said it, it made my heart leap. But it didn't seem to do the same for him. "We sort of … need to talk. That's why I'm driving you. I never said I'd drive you home right away." He shut the door and went over to the driver's side and opened the door, in a instant – his motions quick as lightning.

"Wait," I said, as I looked at him. "We're…not going home?"

"Nope." He started the car, my truck's loud engine roaring to life. "We're going someplace better," he added a devoid smile.

"Oh," was all I could say. We began to pull out of the parking lot, as he began to speed the car through the forest area of Forks – my heart sinking. "Man, you should be a NASCAR driver, Edward," I said, feeling my carsickness come to life."

"Well, I guess when one lives for an eternity there is much to consider doing, isn't there?" he said plainly, the smile fading. In an instant, the mood changed. He stopped the car and pulled into the forest area, nearly similar to the meadow that we went to. Actually, now that I looked at it, it was the meadow. I wondered what we were doing here…

"E-Edward? What're we doing here?" I asked, as he cut off the engine and stayed in the car.

"We're getting out," he said, opening the door as I got out too. He handed me his hand and I felt him lift me onto his back, as he turned his back to look at me. "Close your eyes, Bella." I obeyed. Soon, we were moving fast – the wind blowing at us in a quick motion as I felt speed overtake me. We were going to the meadow. The same place that he had revealed his secrets to me. The meadow held a lot of memories for me, and maybe he wanted to reveal more secrets. I didn't know. "Open your eyes, Bella," I soon heard, as he began to let me slide off of his back. I opened my eyes and examined – it was indeed the meadow.

"Edward… What are we doing here?" I asked, looking at him. He didn't look at me, for he seemed like he was keeping his thoughts to himself. He finally turned to face me and took my hand, as we began to walk towards the pond.

"Sit with me, Bella. We need to talk." I would sit next to him, his arms holding onto my stomach as I didn't face him. I felt nervous for the first time in my life with him, and he held me tight. "Bella… An eternity is forever. I just wanted to ask you a few questions. First, I want you to know that I am not mad at you. I am simply nervous. I don't resent you, nor do I feel any shame towards you. I'm somewhat torn two ways; I want to be happy for you, because finally, I have found my Singer – my love and soul mate who wants to spend forever with me. But also, I feel pain, because I don't want you to resent your future like I did. I want to give you a choice to change your mind if you'd like."

I gazed at his pale hands around me. "Edward… I don't want to change my mind. I love you, and I want to be with you forever."

His hands loosened a little at this, but they tightened when I turned to face him. "I..I know. I really do. But I just wish you'd make this easier for me. You don't realize that I long to have emotions like you, and as a vampire, you can never go back. Never. You don't eat, you don't sleep. You don't feel human emotions – those simple emotions you show me everyday that I long to feel. You don't get sick. After a while, you start wondering what it was like to be human – how it felt to be simplistic. I'm fascinated by humans, Bella, and I wish that I could understand them and know what it's like to simply feel…"

"Edward, I'm sorry. I wish you could feel, too," I said, holding my grip against his hands, entwining them. "Please understand that I know what you mean. But I long to be with you. I long to know what it's like to love forever. I never want this feeling to end between us. I love you so much, Edward, that if I died…it would simply kill me in the afterlife. And I can't take having you go through that. I won't let you make the Volturi kill yourself for my death someday. I…I love you, Edward." I felt a tear roll down my cheek. He looked down at me and noticed this, swiping it away with his finger.

"No one…no one has ever felt the passion you feel for me. And I've never felt passion at this momentum for anyone. Being a vampire, I feel love. But it's so different now. I feel as if I'm in a dream, and I never want to leave it. For it would be bittersweet if I did. And you're right, Bella – it would hurt me to watch you age and finally die. I'd be broken, and I wouldn't know what to do, for my Singer would be gone."

I turned to face him, my body shifting as I began to kiss his lips gently, my touch wandering to his back. We had never really made out as a couple much, for I was temptation to him. I never did ask Edward if he had done this with anyone, but I knew the answer was clear as day: No. There was so much desire I felt for Edward, and I knew that this was provoking it. He began to kiss me passionately, as he fell on top of me. His breaths were longer as he kissed me on my neck and on my face. "I love you," he said sweetly, as he kissed my lips hungrily. We'd never gotten far as we kissed and made out, and somehow, this was when he always pulled away. But right now, he wasn't. I expected it to happen any second, but it didn't. Instead, he pulled his kiss away and whispered in my ear. "Bella… Would you ever consider…" he paused, his breath cold against my ear, tickling it.

I held him close, my grip tight on his body. "Making love?" I asked, trying to finish his thoughts. "Yes, I have thought about it from time to time…"

He shifted at this, and looked at me. "I've…thought about it, too," he said, nervously. "A little too much, to be honest." He added a smile and kissed my cheek. "But I don't want to do it yet with you. You're probably not ready."

"I'm…" I started, but he placed a finger on my lips.

"No, you're not," he said with a laugh, its melody echoing in my ears. "I'd rather be with you like that on our wedding night, to put it frankly. And I'd also want you to be surrounded by rose petals, and you as my vampire queen."

I was shocked by his words. And you as my vampire queen… I had never heard him refer to me as anything but a human, and now, he seemed to be warming up to the idea. "…Edward."

"Sh," he said, kissing my mouth as he pulled away his finger. "Don't make me say it again." He then lay there for a second, his body freezing me, but my warmth counteracted with it and created a wonderful feeling between us. "Now, do you think we should leave? Your father might be worried about you."

I grimaced, but Edward planted another kiss on my forehead. "Let's go," he said, rolling off of me and standing tall. He extended his hand to me as he helped me stand up. He laughed as he examined me. "Your hair," he said with a laugh. I looked at him, confused.

"What?" I squeaked, as he took his hand and pulled a leaf off my hair.

"That," he said, as he cast it aside. "Wouldn't want your father to question that," he said, as he examined me and looked for any more things out of place. "Well, you look beautiful, Bella. My angel…"

I smiled. "I love you, Edward."

"I love you, Isabella Swan," he said, taking my hand and gently pulling me towards his back. "Close your eyes, my darling," he said, as he lifted me gently onto his back and I held tight. And I felt my stomach sink for a different reason this time – a reason that I was in love beyond compare.