Chapter 4 – That Time of Month

Upstairs at the Cullens' house Edward was leaning over me, kissing me gently. I've never really thought of this before. But since he has to move really slow to keep up with my pace, does he have to go double that amount now? It's like he's restraining himself, then again he could hurt me if he just put a fraction of his weight on his hands and it could crush me and Baby Jesus only knows how Edward would react to that.

Edward's nose grazed up from my neck to my cheek bone. He suddenly froze.

What'd I do now?

It doesn't feel like I crossed our imaginary line. So what is it? His cold breath grew fast, and yet he wasn't moved an inch. What's wrong with him? His arms snaked his way around my waist protecting me, from something.

A crash was heard from downstairs and roars from the other vampires. I looked outside Edward's window to see Alice, Emmett, and Rosalie restraining crazed Jasper. His eyes are as pitch black along with the others, but why?

Of course, my period started. These things only happen to me. When I'm having an intimate moment with my vampire boyfriend with his vampire family downstairs, blood has to just start gushing out of me. Edward is right, I am a magnet for disasters, for trouble. Pick either one, I'm still a magnet. Why me? Why does it have to start now? As if it wasn't bad enough, I don't think they carry the proper supplies for this sort of thing considering that they have no use for it.

I groaned.

He gave a low chuckle. "Bella."

I frowned looking up and his perfect amused face. "What?" I asked irritated.

"You smell like blood," he gave me his lop-sided grin.

I rolled my eyes, "What, you've never heard of a period? I would think that you would have since you've been alive for so long."

"No, it's not that," his nose was pressed lightly to my neck, "You just smell so good."

I flushed, "I - I - um, thanks?"

He frowned and pushed himself back, "I shouldn't have—"

"It's okay. See I'm fine, you said so yourself that my blood doesn't do anything anymore," I took a step forward. I needed to be in his arms again to feel safe, to feel complete.

He sighed, "Bella, love. I can't, I just—I'll take you home."

"Fine," I sighed reluctantly, knowing it was best not to protest and just let him carry me down the stairs like a helpless little girl.

Alice and Emmett were now holding down Jasper. Poor Jasper, I know it's not his fault. If anything it's mine. Well, not completely, but it's still my blood.

Edward bared his teeth at his brother and gave a low protective growl clutching me tighter to his chest. So tight that it was difficult to breathe. He opened the passenger seat and let me in his Volvo. Before I even got a chance to get in the car, there he was sitting in the driver's seat waiting for me to get in.

Edward, the love of my life seems wrong since, technically, he's dead and I'm going to die in a couple of months or so. So, he should just be my love. I can't live without him, and I doubt I'd be living without him. Even though he says my number was up when I met him, that's a lie. If I didn't meet him then I would have played road kill with Tyler's car. He just never wants to admit that or even think of that possibility. My poor Edward; I feel sorry for him because he worries so much and it doesn't help that I'm prone to disastrous events.

"Edward . . . ," I started. The silence was uncomfortable.

"We're here," Edward parked by the side walk.

I looked down not wanting to go in, "Will I see you tonight?"

He shook his head, "I don't think that's safe enough."

"But I thought that you said my blood doesn't affect you!" I whined.

He chuckled, "You can't be too careful."

I sighed biting my lip. He won't come... He always comes.

Edward shook his head in defeat, "Bella, if you get hurt—"

A smile played upon my lips. He was saying yes! He was giving in. I squealed and threw my arms over his neck. He was shocked by the spontaneous and out of character act. He relaxed and then chuckled.

"Bella," he smirked looking at me with his topaz eyes that made my heart melt.

"Hmmm?" I was lost in his eyes—as usual.

He whispered in my ear, his breath sending a jolt throughout my body, "Charlie is watching."

Quickly I released my arms and walked out into the chilly Forks rain. I was drenched head-to-toe by the time I met Charlie on the porch.

"Bella, what were you doing in Edward's car for so long?"

"Nothing," I said grinning like an idiot. I looked back to see him driving off I could have sworn that he was laughing. I guess I'd have to ask him later.

"Why haven't you been hanging out with Jacob anymore Bella? He really misses you, you know," Charlie kept on interrogating me.

He didn't even know that Edward was a vampire in, almost, control and that Jacob was a werewolf who couldn't be held responsible for his actions; especially when he transforms into a wolf.

Charlie also doesn't know that I'm engaged, and have been engaged for about a couple of weeks now. Something that Charlie can never know is that I, Isabella Swan soon to be Isabella Cullen, will be a vampire.

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"This is so incredibly frustrating!" I hissed as I paced in front of Edward who was sitting in my old rocking chair. I could feel his eyes following me back and forward, back and forward.

"Bella it isn't that bad," Edward attempted to calm me.

"Not 'that bad?'I would like you to try to avoid your future in-laws because they might accidentally eat you! Oh, you're right. It's not 'that bad,'" I huffed still pacing.

Edward rolled his eyes at my over dramatic act, "Bella—"

"Don't you 'Bella' me! Did you see their face? They were going to eat me on the spot! It's my entire fault!" I nagged.

"Bella," he chuckled, "This isn't really something that you have control over."

I stopped in my tracks and stared at Edward. How is he supposed to know how embarrassing this is? How stupid I feel? How human I feel? How vulnerable I feel?

"Do you know how stupid I feel?" I bit my lip trying to contain all my pent up emotion.

"Overwhelmed," he suggested.

I scowled at him.

He sighed, then proceeded to wrap his arms around me, "It's okay, love. It's for just a week."

"Just a week of isolation and loneliness," I muttered into his neck.

"Just a week, besides you'll have me," he flashed me his dazzling grin.

I rolled my eyes letting my body relax against his granite hard body. "Just a week," I repeated morosely.

"Plus," he whispered into my hair, "It's a week free of Alice's games of playing Bella the Barbie or the hours of shopping."

I giggled, "True, very true."