Defeating Edward quickly got boring, it no longer brought out my lust. I suggested that we stop sparing since it was no longer educational. Thus we were back to plain ol' vanilla missionary.

Life as an immortal was often times slow. I ordered every book I could find on hand to hand fighting. The WWII ground combat books were always a bit funny since they eventually always talked about how not to contract some venereal disease. The Asian manuals often times got too spiritual for my liking, but they had lots of little tricks that I just loved. Latin American fight manuals made me laugh a bit. It's not like their styles were bad or anything, they just had a certain flair to their styles that made me happy. Boxing was a hoot and a half, but not very effective when it came to dismemberment. Collar-And-Elbow Wrestling came from Ireland and it was fun to play with. At first mixed martial arts looked very interesting, but after learning it, it felt unrefined.

While reading a Sherlock Holmes story I came across a fighting style called Baritsu. It was classy, but it was a fighting style I would only feel comfortable using in a one-on-one fight with a lesser opponent. It was a bit too scientific and robotic for my taste.

Krav Maga was a beautiful mixture of attacking while defending at the same time. It was all about getting the job done. It was vicious, completely brutal, and I absolutely loved it.

Keysi fighting method was my go-to if I ever had to fight more than two people at a time, not that I've ever had the chance to fight anyone other than Edward. It was close-combat, but it didn't have as much kicking as I liked. It was the same method Batman used.

This went on for three months.

As my love for fighting rose Edward seemed to grow distant. My worry finally came to a climax when he didn't look at me for a whole day.

"Babe, what's wrong?" I sat down on his lap and stroked his face. His eyes were a dark yellow and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

"I feel so weak compared to you, Bella. Everyday you perform these awesome movements that are so fluid and natural when you do them. I'm amazed every time I look at you. You even hold yourself differently. You're like a whole new woman." He rested his forehead on my shoulder, not meeting my eyes.

"I'm sorry?" I wasn't really sure on how to respond.

"Don't be sorry." Edward kissed my neck tenderly. "You're a goddess and I don't deserve you," he held me tighter and I could hear the pain in his voice. "You're so above me." He started dry sobbing and I twisted around so I could cradle him in my arms.

"Oh, no, Edward. Is that what has been plaguing you these past few weeks?" I ran my fingers through his hair trying to sooth him, but he only cried harder. "I love you so much. We are man and wife, equals in every way. You've given me so much! Every day you give me all the love in the world! You've given me my dream life, my happy-ever-after!" His sobs started slowing down. "Most of all you've given me an eternity in your arms." Edward quieted down and I rocked him softly like a baby for hours.


So yeah, I have an unhealthy obsession with the fighting arts. This was me indulging it. Review! (please)