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Chapter 3 – and I felt his teeth

We were sprawled out on the floor in the living room in Charlie's house, waiting for Andrew and Jessica to arrive.

"Isabella," he whispered. Oh this is going to be very good, I thought to myself, he only uses my whole name when he is trying to be very romantic.

He adjusted our position on the floor so he could look at me while he was talking and he put my hands between his before he began again, in a voice that was so sweet, I knew I would give him whatever he was asking.

"Isabella", it was no louder then a breath, "before, I change you, I would very much like to see all of you, as you are. You are incredibly beautiful, and I fantasize about what you look like all the time, but I want the memory of you and not the fantasy."

It was the most romantic thing I had ever heard, no, wait, that doesn't seem to be enough. It was the most romantic thing anyone has every said, throughout history. It wasn't so much the words, I mean it was the words but it was the sincerity behind the words that made it romantic.

My eyes did not move from his, as I walked to answer the phone in the kitchen. It was Jessica, she was hoping we could meet them in Port Angels and skip the ice-skating and meet at the ice cream place instead. Oh darn it, no ice-skating for me.

As I hung up the phone, he was in front of me, and so quickly that I missed the movement, he pulled my body against his, and kissed me hardly on the lips. It wasn't the normal soft "Edward" kisses as I thought of them, this was passion, passion which seemed to be a little out of control, for him at least.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, lightly drifting up my neck into my hair, all the while his lips never leaving mine. My body responded without thinking, I stood on my toes and lifted my leg around him, my hands grasping for his hair and my breath quickening with every second that ticked by.

In the back of my mind, I kept waiting for him to stop, but my body pressed even harder against his. His lips started traveling down my throat and I tilted my head back, we both moaned softly. He should have stopped by now.

"Edwar..", I was gasping, not wanting to speak but knowing I had to. He didn't respond.

A little louder "Edward", but my lips were hungry, hungry to find his again. This is insane, we are definitely crossing some line.

"EDWARD!" it was still a little louder then a breath but the urgency was there, although he didn't catch exactly what I meant, "Bella" he breathed.

I knew I was going to have to stop this, was that his teeth grazing against my throat now?

Yes, I am quite sure I feel his teeth. This was getting out of hand, this was even sick, yet it felt strangely erotic at the same time.

I reluctantly untangled my leg from him, and did the only thing I could think of;

I reached onto the stove and grasped for the frying pan; my lips were still kissing him, I started to feel his teeth pinching at my throat, and then I hit him as hard as I could over the head with it.

He backed away so quickly, it left me faint. I held onto the chair and doubled over catching my breath.

I looked up to him, and saw the look on his face, it was awful, twisted with his inner torment.

"Edward," I began, "I just have one question"

"Hmm" he said as he looked up at me, one eyebrow raised,

"Were you thinking of my blood the whole time, or were you thinking of my body a little?" Did I really want him to answer this question, probably not.

"Actually, you are not going to believe this Bella, but I wasn't thinking of your blood at all, not in that way at least, I was just intent on how much I wanted your body"

I was blushing from the pleasure of what he said, "but your teeth, I know I felt your teeth"

He crossed the room back over to me and put his stone arms around me and hugged me tight, "I know, and I am so sorry, but I wasn't thinking thirsty, it was like an aphrodisiac to graze my teeth against your throat, I know it is sick, and dangerous but it was unbelievable. I am so sorry."

How are we always thinking the same things, "I was actually thinking that the whole time, this is sick but I didn't want it to end"

We both took a step back and starred at each other, the moment was so very ironic, I couldn't help myself from laughing that I fell to the floor. He laughed aloud as well and held his hand out to help me up, "Let's get out of here."

When we arrived at the ice cream shop, Andrew and Jessica were already there, and they looked a little uncomfortable with each other. I guess the dinner did not go as well as she hoped. She introduced Edward and I to Andrew (who, by the way was very good looking, I felt happy for Jessica).

Jessica was looking at me, oddly, "Umm, Bella, remember that magazine you wanted to pick up, well, let's let the boys get a table for dessert and you and I run to the shop around the corner to get the magazine."

What happened next was quick the whole thing happened in less then five seconds, but I saw everything very clearly, Edward's head snapped up, and he moved to put space between myself, Jessica, and Andrew. Edward, kept his eyes on Andrew, and I knew something was desperately wrong here. I was starring at him, not knowing what he wanted me to do. This was one time I wished he could read my mind.