A/N. Alright guys, here is chapter three. It's a little shorter than I'd like it to be, but I was running out of ideas for this chapter.

Disclaimer: S.M owns everything about Twilight.

Bella's POV

"Why the hell did she make this?" Edward muttered under his breath from across the kitchen table, picking at his plate of pork chops and collard greens. Of course he thought I couldn't hear him, but he was sadly mistaken.

"It's good for you. Now eat it, you little fucker," I hissed at him. My blood was boiling at his disrespect; for the last couple of days he's been up my ass and grilling me with countless questions. I've considered just draining him dry every time he gives me a snide remark, but me being 'sweet and caring' wouldn't follow 'd probably end up exposing myself, anyway. At least, that's what happened to the others.

"How'd you hear me?" he screeched, throwing his hands up in the air. That's the third time that he's pointed it out. Jesus, I'll start pulling my hair out soon if he notices another inhuman thing about me.

Calming myself, I took a deep and unnecessary sigh and a said, "I just eat my spinach and broccoli, something you don't do."

He pointed his fork towards me and disagreed, "No, I never see you eat! And when I do, you actually don't just push it around like I'm doing now with this shitty health food."

I snarled at him, baring my teeth and shooting across the table to him. I held him by his collar and bringing him within inches of my face, and I spat at him, "You will shut the fuck up about my diet, and eat your God damn food. Got it?"

His eyes grew wide at my sudden closeness and he jumped in surprise, knocking the chair out from under him. As fear shot through his body, his heart raced and his body went limp beneath him, breaths coming out unevenly and sweating uncontrollably.

I breathed in and remembered the sweet thrill of the hunt. I found myself leaning into his neck, inhaling his unique and magnificent scent of pine trees and was an action that I hadn't realized I was doing until the burning in my throat became unbearably strong. The venom pooled in my mouth as I gently scraped my teeth along the artery in his let out a moan of pain and I jumped back into my chair, letting him drop to the floor on the other side of the table.

No, no, no. I can't do this again. They all deserved to live, God dammit; they were supposed to be safe with me! But I- I killed them. So young, so innocent, so... delicious. Their flailing bodies going limp in my arms as I sucked the life out of them. I imagined a taste of Edward's sickly sweet blood would get me higher than a pound of weed ever could. The savory flavor in my mouth would leave me a very, very satisfied woman.

But then I'd be guilty. I'd drop to the floor and break down in tears that would never fall. Everything I'd worked for over the years would be gone and I'd go into hiding again, live another century or two, alone, in a big empty house. The house that my maker had bought me with the little money he had because he thought I'd become like him and build a family. No, I have too many nomads of my own to keep in one house. My conscience would weigh heavily for the next few decades before I decided to steal another child from a dysfunctional home. Shit.

Staring at me from across the table was Edward, his mouth agape in fear as a river of tears streamed down his cheeks. He sniffled and quietly asked, "May I be excused?"

He was still asking for permission from me after I practically molested him at the dinner table. Sighing, I nodded my head and covered my face with my hands when I heard his chair being picked up from the floor and his plate tossed into the sink. I couldn't bear to see the sadness in his eyes; he was disappointed with me because I failed to make him feel safe and protected. I wasn't the refuge that he'd hoped I was.

Day four of nothingness.

No Edward.

No hope.

No happiness.

Another heartbeat going by, another moment wasted while I wait around for him. Maybe if I just went up there and checked on him...

No... You're not going anywhere near him, I chided myself. Not after what happened at the dinner table that night.

I'm right, I thought ironically. Of course I'm right; I'm having a conversation with myself.

A low, internal groan made its way to my ears from upstairs, and I perked up to make sense of the noise. Another sound similar to the earlier one announced itself and the realization hit me.

He's hungry.

I've been so worried about staying away from him that I totally forgot about his needs. Maybe I should just make him a sandwich and bring it up to him.

Right before you tear out his insides and drain him dry.

No.

Yes.

Oh my fucking God. My struggle with my control was starting to become unbearable. It was like someone else was playing with my emotions. I had never been tempted for more than a minute when I was caring for Edward during these few years we shared together. I just don't understand where this blood lust was coming from and why.

Alright, I'm just going to make him food. I'll be on my best behavior, I promised myself, internally doing a pinky swear. I stood up from the couch, speeding into the kitchen to prepare Edward a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side of cut up green apples and puffy Cheetos. I know, I know, not the healthiest thing, but you can have your cheat day, right? The apples count as healthy. Cutting the crust off and putting the finishing touches on the plate, I walked slowly and cautiously up the stairs, taking slow, deep breaths so I can become accustomed to being in the same room as him when I enter.

I knocked on the door hesitantly, listening in and seeing if he was doing anything. No movement came from inside the room and I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing, just his heart beating at a healthy and rhythmic pace. Trying the door knob, I found it to be unlocked and quietly let myself into the room.

There, in his bed, lay Edward, sound asleep and snoring ever so softly. I couldn't help the small smile that touched the corners of my lips. I hadn't seen Edward this peaceful in a long time; neither had I come in to watch him sleep. Okay, that was a little creepy, but that was back when my motherly instincts were full force and he was only ten years old. It was when I was scared that his parents would come to find him and take him away from me, from my loving care- okay, scratch that- protective care.

Bringing myself out of my reminiscing, I set the plate on his bedside table and kissed his forehead. I didn't want to wake him, but I needed him to eat was bothering me that he hadn't come down to eat anything in the past few days. As I was about to shake his shoulder to wake him, he stirred and his brows furrowed. He whimpered a very low 'no' and rolled over, only to toss back over and onto his stomach and groan. But there was a movement in there that made me stop in my tracks, something that made the venom in my veins turn hot and my stomach do flip flops.

He ran his fingers over the side of his neck, swat away at something, and then put his hand back over it. It was like he was protecting it from something.

Suddenly, his whimpers turned into pleas for help and I couldn't just stand there and watch him. I reached over faster than I thought possible and shook his shoulder, careful not to accidentally dislocate it. He sprang up as soon as my fingers made contact with his bare up and across the bed, he backed himself into the corner. At least his first instincts were to get into a cautious position and protect his blindsides. His eyes were wide as he looked me over, the smell of fear permeating the room at the same time.

A couple of strangled sounds escaped his lips before he spoke a few legitimate words. "What are you doing in here?" his voice was hoarse from not speaking for days.

I blinked a couple times; I was stunned, before I had been able to answer, "I heard your stomach from downstairs. So I brought you something to eat."

He looked to the plate on his night stand and back at me, at a loss for words.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Edward." I whispered.

Again, he stood back, not saying anything and playing mute with me. Almost out of nowhere, he checked his pockets on his shorts, pulling out a crumpled and worn piece of notebook paper. It was all balled up when he tossed it to me. My curiosity was peaked, but then I could smell my scent all over this and suddenly remembered that he had taken something from my room that one day.

This was the list.

All the blood.

The tests.

The children.

... My hopeful future.

He already knew that I could tell what this was. I'm pretty sure he was just giving it back to 's been well worn over these last few days, and I know why.

He's opened and reopened this so many times that the creases in it were ripping and the edges were tearing. Plus, his beautiful fragrance was smothered in it.

"Do you know what this is?" I hesitantly asked, gesturing to the paper in my hand.

"No... But it's bad and I don't want you to do whatever you're planning. You're an evil figure and anyone could see that. I just don't know why I've been blind for all these years," he replied, rather differently than I had expected him to. His words sounded rehearsed and robotic, like he'd been planning them for days. Maybe he had been.

"What do you think I'm planning to do with those names, including yours?" I tried. He doesn't know.

Phew!

"You're going to kill them... and me," came his hesitant reply.

I blinked. He was on track - well, halfway at least. He got the killing part right, but he didn't mention 'helping all of vampire kind'.

"Who said they weren't already dead?" Damn, that was a risky question.

The blood immediately drained from his face, his eyes gone wide with more fear than possibly imaginable. He bit his lip, latching onto it with his teeth and sucking it hard. His fingers scratched at the wall behind him as he tried to grab something, anything to hold him up as his legs began to give out beneath him.

Then he crumpled. He lay face down on the bed, his breathing slower than it had been in his panicked state.

A/N. Hope you guys liked it!

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~DeeDee