A/N: OK so I'm not entirely sure what happened to lead up to this scene since I don't think my version of Bella is squeamish, but I'm working of the theory that she intentionally cut her wrist then said it was an accident and needed to see the nurse so she could get out of class and go find Edward to tempt him and mess with his head a bit. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
At this point Bella is trying to get rid of Mike so she can go look for Edward.
CH4:pg. 96-?
"Seriously, Mike, I'm totally fine now. Just go back to class for me, okay? Just in case we get homework or some-"
"Bella?" At his voice, I turned and saw him about 150 yards away, walking toward me with a puzzled look on his face. Presumably, he hadn't expected to see me out of class and was coming to confront me on the matter of skipping. I removed my hand and bloodied wrist from my pocket, slipping off the makeshift bandage as I did so, and waved to him.
He was at my side in a second, pushing Mike aside like a bothersome insect, and examined my wound without breathing. When he noticed that it was self-inflicted and deliberate, he looked up at my face with an unspoken question in his eyes: But…why? Mike, who was now recovering slightly from the shock and from being thrown forcibly to the ground, stood up and started attacking Edward with his accusations and hands, simultaneously. He grabbed a still bewildered Edward by the bicep and spun him around so they were face-to-face.
"What-the-hell-are-you? Normal people can't run at the freaking speed of sound. ANSWER ME DAMNIT!" At this point he threw a punch straight at Edward's face, who neatly dodged it, proceeding to throw Mike 10 feet without trying.
"Stand down, mortal." God he's hot. He turned back to me and asked his previously unspoken question, acting like his fight with the now unconscious Mike had never happened. "Why would you do that to yourself Bella? What are you trying to prove?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to do this." I then pressed my bleeding wrist to his motionless lips, smiling. "Go on, you know you want to. You know it's your nature and your fate. Drink my blood, drink and be happy and stop doubting your nature. And, conceivably, make me a vampire too?" The last sentence was less sure than the rest, almost whispered, but he heard it, I know he did, though he'll deny it later.
He wiped her blood off his lips with his sleeve and asked from almost 30 feet away-when had that happened?-why I had done that, and what I had hoped to gain, with a few old-timey curse words thrown in for good measure. I told him that he knew exactly why I'd done it and we argued for a few minutes over "embracing [his] vampiric nature" and some moral/ethical stuff too. Finally, though, I was getting bored. This had not turned out how I'd planned, but I had learned that Edward had more restraint than I'd ever seen before. This was valuable information; it meant he was more likely to be able to turn me without losing control. I considered this an unforeseen victory of its own and gave up the battle to get him to drain me.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Happy? I'll stop trying to get you to kill me. Just screw it, I don't even care anymore. Be a "good" vampire if you will, I won't try to change you anymore. Promise." He smiled, pleased.
"Thank you, truly."
A/N: Just to let you know as it may not be obvious, but I'm considering each of these scenes totally independent. Just because of what Bella said in this chapter does not mean she will not try to change him in other chapters, because in other chapters this never happened. Perhaps I'm over explaining. Please review if you liked it, or if you think I could make something better, whatever. Just please be mindful of my feelings, thanks.
Also, i have major writers block right now (and for the past 6 weeks) so if you the reader have any suggestions of how the following scenes will go, let me know in a comment:
Port Angeles, CH. 16 Carlisle and/or the baseball game
