If I owned Twilight or any of the characters I wouldn't be writing fanfic for sure:) I own nothing but I am working on my own novel...perhaps one day I will have something on the shelves of your local book store.

Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter to you all. My lovely betas both had some issues that restricted their ability to make my writing shine. L was sicker than a hairy dog in the heat of summer but is doing better now...thanks for taking time to do this for me, ks. I can't tell you how very much it means to me...how very much you mean to me! 2littleladies was without internet for an entire weekend and I'm not completely sure how she handled that! Kel, thanks for getting this to me so quickly after your service was restored. Your help and your friendship are invaluable.

I also had a little help with the lemon...that's right, I said LEMON...for this chapter in the form of two lovely ladies c. anna cullen and Kimpy0464. Their help has hopefully made this lemon as steamy as it can get...or at least as steamy as I'm comfortable writing:) Both women are amazing writers and incredible friends. I am blessed.

And finally, to my pre-reader and resident archaeologist, Aspenleaf ...lady, you have no idea how glad I am that you are in my corner. Our brainstorming sessions and your knowledge of all things ancient make my day a lot brighter. Thanks for listening to my whines and offering your shoulder...{MUAH}.

Without further ado...Chapter 7...


Chapter 7

Titillation & Translation

"Son of a mother fucker…this had better be important or I'm tearing a limb from each of you and hiding it," Edward mumbled as he made his way, at human speed, to the den. Acting the petulant child really wasn't his modus operandi but after all the frustration, fear, and pent up sexual tension of the last week he couldn't be bothered to care how childish his actions seemed.

The look on the faces of his family as he entered the room seemed to be a mix of amusement and seriousness. The effect was confusing and to make matters worse, every single one of them was reciting a different poem to block their thoughts.

"All right, what the hell is it?" he huffed, throwing himself onto the leather couch with an audible creak of the wooden frame.

"Sorry son, we know you were…er, otherwise occupied but this can't wait. I may have found the text we need to make the translation, though I'll wait until Bella wakes to expound further on that point. The other issue, as it were, is that you are in desperate need of a hunt. We all know what you were in the middle of, and to be honest, I think it reckless to be intimate with Bella while you are so obviously in need of nourishment. As she's asleep now, I would suggest you go on a quick hunt and pick up where you left off when you return." Edward could see the corners of Carlisle's mouth twitching. Obviously his adopted father found humor in his physical pain. Wonderful.

"Fine, I'll hunt but I won't be gone long. When I get back, I would prefer that you all make yourselves scarce, by at least fifty miles. I don't need Jasper screwing with my emotions or the sound of my family's comments." Edward stood as he finished and took a moment to glare at each of the four Cullens around him. His face softened momentarily before asking, "I did mean to ask if anyone has heard from Em and Rose. I want to make sure they aren't having any difficulty getting Angela to the Denalis."

Jasper, looking for all the world like he was trying not to smile, was the first to answer. "Rosalie called about ten minutes ago and they're still on the road. They've not experienced any issues but they both seem rather nervous. I think they might have trouble upon their return, to be honest."

"Alice, haven't you had any visions? I know we rely on you for this but I just think if something were to go awry that you would be the first to know." Edward sat back down and buried his head in his hands, awaiting Alice's response.

"Someone is messing with my vision. I'm not sure but I assume the Volturi have amassed a great number of talented individuals and perhaps one of them can block me. As for complications with Em and Rose, well I had a vision while you were, er, occupied. Someone is following them, a big guy but together they are able to subdue him. I've got nothing past that. Angela and her family are quite safe with Tanya's family so, again this is only an assumption, I feel that the Volturi are concerned with only Bella at this point. I wish I could give everyone more," Alice whispered.

Standing up once again and walking purposefully to his sister's side, Edward wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He didn't need to be an empath like Jasper to know that she was hurting. Alice's visions were always the family's savior, and Edward feared that she felt quite useless without them.

"Alice, you're doing everything you can. Don't let it get to you. For now, train with your husband, as we all should and prepare those skills while your mind rests." Leaning down he kissed his sister on the head. "I'm leaving now and expect all of you to be gone when I return."

-BS-

One hour, two deer, and a shower later, Edward was crawling into the guest bed with Bella. His mind was still a buzz with questions regarding what he felt toward this warm human and why.

Pushing all thoughts of confusion or fear for the breakable creature next to him aside, he carefully pulled the blankets from her body. Still naked, she lay exposed as his hands and eyes caressed every soft inch of her skin. Her demand before he left still fresh in his mind, he decided that an orgasm would be quite a pleasant wake up call and situated himself between her legs.

The moment he parted her thighs her scent intensified, thick and musky, and enveloped his senses. Every part of her aroused every part of him. If vampires could have soul mates then she was surely his.

Leaning over her slumbering form, he placed a gentle kiss on her open mouth as his fingers massaged the soft hair of the vee between her legs before sliding further into her heat. She was wet and warm and all things female. He had to have a taste. Returning to kneel between her thighs, he took a deep breath in and was suddenly very thankful for Carlisle's insistence that he hunt before he continued touching Bella. The ever present burn he felt in her presence was harsh but controllable.

Breathe.

Touch.

Lean.

Lick.

As his tongue made its way through her pink folds the taste was ambrosia and the thought struck him that if her body tasted this incredible her blood would surely do him in. That was most definitely not a train of thought he wanted to continue so he threw himself into pleasuring his sleeping human in the hopes she would wake soon so that he could once again feel her touch.

Taking her slightly swollen clit in between his lips, he tugged playfully before letting his tongue run a relentless circuit around the reddened flesh. Pulling back slightly he exhaled, letting his icy breath bathe her heated sex, eliciting a shiver from Bella. Before she could react any further he began flicking his tongue across her clit rapidly, knowing the effect this move would have on her.

"Mmmmmmmm, Edward? OH FUCK, just like that. Right there," Bella moaned and Edward's dick jumped.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. We have some things we need to finish," Edward whispered. Looking up at her through hooded eyes, he stroked her with his cool tongue again and watched her squirm with pleasure. His fingers traveled from her thighs to her stomach and back to her thighs, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He traced indecipherable images into her flesh before sliding two fingers into her heat, curving them just so to find that one spot that would drive her mad.

-BS-

"HOLY…FUCK…EDWAAAAAAAAARRRRRRD!" Bella exclaimed as her entire body shook beneath Edward's skilled touch. She had arched her back off the bed in an effort to get closer to his delicious tongue and fingers as she came.

Every muscle pulled tight and still arched, she let the remainder of pleasure wash over her as Edward continued his slow teasing. The sounds falling from her mouth were wanton and a little slutty but she couldn't find it in herself to care, not that she would anyway.

"Mmmmmm, so good," he hummed, sending tiny shockwaves through her body as his lips were still touching her sensitive girly bits.

"Is that a compliment or did you imagine I had a skanky vag?" Bella laughed. Sex with this man was all encompassing and thoroughly passionate but there was never a time that didn't require a little laughter to keep it all grounded.

"Bella, the shit you say should totally turn me off…skanky vag? Really?" he inquired, pulling himself up her body. Not waiting for her reply he continued, "Actually, I had imagined it was pretty fucking awesome but that was…that was heaven, an oasis in the desert, my favorite things all rolled into one pretty pink package."

"Cullen, you sound like a girl. Are you sure you're a vampire? Do vampires carry man cards, cause I'm positive your brothers will be tearing that shit up soon after that little display." She giggled. In truth, she found what he said truly beautiful and had never met a man that was so open, especially when talking about her nether regions. Come to think of it, she should probably be squicked out by his comments but opted to focus on the romance of the situation instead.

"Shut it, Swan and let me hear you scream my name…again," Edward said, leaning down to kiss her. The evil glint in his eye should have bothered Bella but it only served to make her wetter.

Reaching between them, Bella grabbed his cock and began stroking firmly as he groaned into her mouth. Realizing that this might be her last chance to enjoy giving a man head she pushed on his shoulder to urge him to lay down. Though she was sure it put her in a minority of women, she enjoyed pleasing a man with her mouth and this man was sure to solidify that particular fetish.

"Edward, I'm going to give you a little taste of your own medicine so just lay back and enjoy it."

Using both hands she scratched down his stomach and the tops of his thighs until they nestled in the hair between his legs. Her mouth kissed the underside of his rigid flesh as her fingers played teasingly with his balls. She loved the feel of the skin there, cool, smooth, and just a little pliable. Almost like giant marbles surrounded by a metal mesh yet strangely erotic. This was as close to nirvana as she would get without sitting in a pit of dirt.

"Shit. That feels amazing. UNG!" Edward moaned.

His noises pushed her to new levels of ferocity as she plunged her mouth onto his dick and sucked greedily. Knowing he was indestructible gave her pause. What would normally be too rough for a guy might totally feel good to him. As inspiration struck she began kneading his balls, pulling them roughly and squeezing them as hard as she could.

"HOLY FUCK BELLA JUST LIKE THAT!" Edward grunted.

Continuing the rough play, she decided to ramp up her efforts another notch. The intense sucking she was doing seemed to be delivering some pleasure but her cheeks were burning with the effort. Her teeth on the other hand might be just enough to send him over the edge. Testing this theory she ran them along his shaft on her way up, which caused a sharp intake of breath and shudder from her willing subject. He also screamed unintelligibly, again.

After just a few more strokes and a well-placed nip on the sensitive tip she felt his muscles tighten as he tried to pull away. Shaking her head she sank back down onto him fully, letting his cock hit the back of her throat and swallowed hard. Just then she felt his hands land rather solidly on her head as his hips flexed minutely into her mouth. Normally being held down like that would have put her in a panic but, again, it only aroused her more…and then he started swearing.

"SON OF A BITCH…FUCK…SHIT…DAMN IT…MOTHER FUCKER! YOUR MOUTH IS FUCKING AMAZING… I'M COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…" Edward screamed.

In that moment Bella was just glad he had a manly sort of scream because if it had come out high pitched and squeaky she wouldn't have been able to continue. As it was, listening to him come completely undone made her, you guessed it, even wetter. She was fairly sure she was leaving a spot the size of Lake Superior on the bed.

Cleaning him off completely, she snaked her way back up his body, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he panted. She took stock of the torn sheets and mattress topper below him, realizing that she was indeed lucky he took out that passion on the inanimate objects around him rather than her head. Reaching his face, she paused to trace his lips with her fingertip. His lips were perfectly shaped and soft but firm. Leaning in she took his bottom lip in hers and nibbled it with her teeth while Edward tried to talk around the assault.

"Woman, you have no idea how long I've waited for someone like you. The fact that you're human makes it all the more bizarre and oddly perfect." He sighed, gazing into her eyes as though he were looking for answers to the world's great mysteries.

"I gave up looking ages ago, myself. I'm really hoping this isn't just a last bid to scratch an itch before we die," she whispered in return.

"If it is, then what a way to go. But I have a feeling there's more between us than desperate sex. For now, let's just enjoy what we have."

Between them she could feel the strong pulse of his dick as it throbbed back to life. The sensation and sheer quickness of it set her laughing and she couldn't stop.

"You know, laughing whilst in the middle of mind blowing sex is irreversibly damaging to the male ego, Swan." Edward snickered.

"Yeah, it sounds like your ego has taken a huge hit, asshat."

"What are you laughing about anyway? Did I look that ridiculous or something?" Edward pinched his eyes closed tight as though he were waiting for her response to land an embarrassing blow.

"Not at all. As a matter of fact you have the sexiest 'O' face I have ever seen and the screaming…holy mother! The screaming was the best. I'm laughing because I find the fact that a mere nibbley kiss on your mouth could start Mr. Beautiful Jr. off again. I figured someone of your advanced age would need a little more recovery time before round two," she quipped, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"My advanced age? You know, I'm actually only 17, or my body is. Being a vampire only ensures that I will never need much 'recovery' time, my beautifully warped Bella. As a matter of fact, why are we talking when we could be…"

Instead of finishing his sentence, he grabbed her face gently and kissed her ferociously. She was floating on a cloud with kittens and butterflies and unicorns and…just as she was about to lose herself in the intensity of the kiss her grabbed her hips and ground them into his lap. He hit all the right spots and the sensation made her toes curl with excitement. Not one to lose an opportunity, she resituated herself, lips still firmly attached to his, and sank down onto his cock with a satisfying hiss.

"Ohmagah, you've been blessed with the most perfect peen," she mused, out loud.

Beneath her she heard her hiss echoed in his as well as some more well-placed sentiments about her own highly blessed lady bits.

-BS-

The sheer magnitude of pleasure Edward received as her pussy hugged his raging hard on could never be measured by human standards. She was hot, wet, and tight. He could feel every contour and ridge inside her walls and knew if he didn't take a few minutes to just absorb the feelings, he would blow before she could make a full up and down motion. Holding her hips firmly, he looked in her eyes, praying she would understand that he needed her to stay still for just a few moments. She returned the look with one of her own that seemed to indicate she needed that time as well.

With a deep breath, he rocked his hips into her and pushed her down further, trying to bury himself as far inside her as possible and moaned when he felt her contract around him. Reluctantly he eased up on his hold and they both began an easy motion that caused them to whimper with each push and pull.

"Christ, you feel so incredible," Edward moaned.

"Fuck me, keep talking," Bella demanded.

This statement took Edward by surprise. He had never had a partner ask him to talk during sex…dirty or otherwise. He also realized that not being able to hear Bella's every thought made the entire experience so much better.

Bella's rhythm became more desperate, filling the room with the sounds of her ass hitting his thighs. Grunts, moans, and the occasional curse word fell from her lips as he followed the motion of her tits before reaching out and molding his hands to them, squeezing gently.

"Bella, fuck…faster. Uh, your…is…FUCK!" He was unable to finish his sentence as she rode him hard and fast. Her tempo changed again when she stopped pumping and began grinding in small circles, allowing him to feel every part of her core. If he let her continue this titillating dance he would be done in a matter of seconds so he took things into his own hands, literally, and flipped them over, never losing contact.

"Unnnnnnnnnnng. Ohmagah thah issssss sooooooooo goooooooooooo…" Bella muttered.

Edward mumbled a few expletives as he sat up on his knees and grabbed both of her legs, throwing them over his shoulders while he continued his gentle movement.

"Yesssssssss. Harder, please Edward. Harder," she whimpered.

Mindful that her harder and his harder were quite different, he increased his speed by a hair and pushed into her with a touch more force. He could feel her breathing pick up and her muscles quiver. He could smell the intoxicating aroma of her blood as her body temperature rose. He could see her eyes lose focus and finally close as the rest of her mouth began forming the 'o' of a guttural moan. All these signs alerted him that she was close to release. Teasing her clit with whispered touches, he finally pressed on her engorged flesh, sending her screaming and arching as she came…hard…again.

The violent writhing and constant moans drove him over the edge and he too plunged into the depths of pleasure. Pleasure such as he had never felt with any partner in his life, immortal or living, but had dreamt of when he let his mind wander.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" he ground out, body tense with orgasm. He couldn't move nor did he want to. His only thought was to prolong the feeling by staying tightly situated inside Bella's warmth for as long as possible. Looking down, he thought she might feel the same way.

-BS-

Edward's grip on Bella's thighs was bordering on painful as they both came down from the orgasmic high they were riding, but she could not and did not want to move an inch. Eyes closed, mouth open, she sat up enough to grab him and bring his body to lay next to hers. The chill of his skin was a welcomed balm to her thoroughly overheated body.

Panting, they lay beside one another, hands still rubbing and soothing for what seemed like eons. It was nice and caring, two things she had never had never come across in her post coital experience.

"You do know we can't just lay here basking in the glow of fuck hot sex forever?" she asked.

Edward sighed deeply before responding. "I suppose you'd be right if we thought we were done but I'm pretty sure I have a few more rounds in this old worn body of mine. What do you say we have another go?"

"I guess I could take one for the team and give you another chance to prove you deserve your man card. Besides, there's this thing I can do with my tongue that would blow your…"

Edward's mouth descended on Bella's before the final word could pass her lips, signaling the start of round two…

Which led to rounds three,

four,

and five.

After which Bella needed a few human moments to freshen up in the shower…leading to round six.

Figuring it was a good thing to keep the numbers even and not wanting to exhaust Bella overly much, she fell asleep while Edward hummed her various tunes from his childhood. Relaxation took her as she floated on a cloud of bliss, pleasantly numb.

-BS-

After two hours of dreamless sleep, Bella woke. Edward was no longer beside her but had left a note to meet him and his father in the den. There was a development with the tablet translation.

She was completely lost without her field journal, which was sitting uselessly back in the cave with the damn camera. If she had had that journal when she and Edward had begun trying to decipher the text in his apartment, they might have actually made some headway. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'no use in crying over lost material.'

Launching herself from the bed with the grace of an elephant, she stumbled to her bag for a change of clothes. Her breath was coming in hard pants as she struggled into her t-shirt and jeans, nearly tearing a hole in the crotch of the pants with her heavy foot. Opting to forgo socks or shoes, she threw her hair up in a messy bun and all but ran down the stairs in her haste to learn the news.

It was precisely this overzealous rush that clouded her judgment as she wheeled around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and was met with a solid object and flailing arms. It took mere seconds for the crunch of her nose to register before she felt the warm ooze of blood trickle onto her lip. The growl from the wall she hit took her by surprise. At that point she realized it wasn't a wall at all as the hands that she assumed had been hers flailing about were quite a bit larger and cold.

Looking up, she was met with the most predatory face she could ever recall seeing and just as she saw her life flash before her he was gone. She felt a breeze of Edward infused air whiff by her face at the same time Jasper disappeared, and realized that not only was her hot vampire lover a killer in the sack, but he was also now her own personal hero.

Collapsing to the ground, Bella tried desperately to wipe away the one thing that could most definitely get her killed in a house full of vampires when she felt a new set of equally large and cold hands grasp her upper arms to pull her up and lead her into the den. It was Carlisle and his face was anything but predatory. His face was that of a saint, a doctor, a father. He looked sad and weary though she knew he didn't need to sleep. Moments after she sat down he handed her a wet cloth and then began speaking.

"I'm so sorry Bella. Jasper is our newest member and still finds it a tad difficult to be around humans, let alone bleeding humans. Edward and Alice have taken him some ways away now, so I can get you all cleaned up. He intends to apologize when he returns and please know that his reaction was merely that, an instinctual reaction. I am actually quite pleased that he had the ability to fight the urge to kill you immediately and send a warning cry to Edward telepathically. It pays to have an abnormally fast vampire living in your home. And by abnormally fast, I do mean that by vampire standards." Carlisle chuckled before continuing the examination of her nose. "Well, it doesn't look severe but I'm sure there's a slight fracture given the crunch I heard when you hit Jasper. You'll likely have little swelling and some dark circles under your eyes but there's no need to split it. Just be careful and keep your eyes up, ok?" He smiled kindly at Bella and pulled her into a soothing hug before leaving the room.

When he returned he handed Bella a new shirt and left the room to let her change. When she was done she signaled and he returned, taking her bloodied shirt and dowsing it in alcohol before setting it aflame in the metal trash bin.

"Now then, let's get down to business and decipher this tablet. What do you say, Ms. Swan?"

"I say, hell yeah! Lead on, Dr. Cullen."

Settling in front of the coffee table that housed the tablet, Carlisle handed Bella one of three books sitting out. One was clearly a field journal that looked like it belonged in a display case in a museum.

"Um, this looks remarkably like a very old field journal but I was told you weren't an archaeologist," Bella muttered.

"Well, technically I'm not. No formal training and all, but there was a time when men learned all they needed in the trenches, so to speak. This is my field journal from my time in Egypt during the early part of the 19th century. There was still great debate about what the Egyptian hieroglyphs meant, even with the discovery of the Rosetta Stone. Having been around a few centuries by then I had taken time to study all the ancient languages and saw things others didn't. All my notes are based on what I observed. I actually worried that my book was lost to time when I uncovered it in a box of my things in the attic. It will likely prove the most useful."

Bella flipped through the age stained pages with care and marveled at the detail on each page. She held a piece of history in her palm, something she was quite used to but never had she had a chance to speak to the person who had created it. The magnitude of that small revelation hit her like a Mac truck, leaving her breathless.

"Are you okay, Bella?" Carlisle laid his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Um…oh! Yeah, I just realized that not only am I holding a book that is 200 years old but I'm also sitting here with its author. It's kind of an archaeologist's dream. Just hit me, you know?"

Carlisle let loose a very loud laugh and squeezed her shoulder once more before he let go.

"It's nice to see someone so in awe of something I find common place anymore. It helps me remember things I've relegated to the depths of my memory. Thank you. Now, to the task at hand, I had intended each of us to take a book but seeing as how Edward is currently unavailable, I suppose that will leave us to finish this task," Carlisle mused.

A dainty throat clearing near the door caught their attention. Their eyes quickly fell on Esme, who was tapping her foot with her hands on her hips and looking quite put out

"What am I? I may not be some history buff or archaeologist, but I can read and I can sure as hell look for corresponding images and their meanings," she huffed indignantly.

"By all means, my dear. Pull up a chair and help us unravel this most amazing mystery. I actually thought you had gone to help soothe Jasper. I would never have left you out intentionally," Carlisle smiled. He was a smooth player if ever Bella had met one. And she had, his name was Edward.

"Dr. Cullen, I think the best approach would be to divide the text into three parts, with each of us taking one and working on it. If you look here," Bella pointed to the tablet, "you will notice that there are three very delineated sections. I think it would be safe to do a light rubbing of each to make it easier to spread out. I don't know about you but I also need a lot more room to work than we have right now," she said.

"Agreed. I will leave the rubbing to you and Esme and I will see to making more room."

Bella set about gathering several pieces of paper, her white gloves, and the stubby piece of charcoal from her bag. After putting on her gloves, she rubbed out the markings softly and methodically on three separate sheets of paper and handed Carlisle and Esme their assignments. Without any further discussion, they all began digging through the texts in front of them, hell bent on bringing to light the message hidden so long ago.

-BS-

Deciphering ancient text is never easy but the task at hand was proving more than difficult. The writer seemed to blend several types of cuneiform into one unique form. Bella surmised that the author might have actually developed this language on their own and future civilizations took away from or added to it on their own. If she could carbon date the tablet she wondered if it would predate all written language found to date.

Shaking her head, she continued pouring through Carlisle's field journal and slowly began seeing the text in front of her take shape. It was mentally exhausting but she was getting a defined picture of the first section on the tablet, which served to push her to uncover the rest.

"How are you two coming with your sections?" Bella asked as she stretched her back and arms. They felt tight from all of the hunching and writing she had done over the course of the last few hours.

"I'm about a quarter of the way through what I have. Do you think we've uncovered enough that we can put it all together and get it done faster? I've written down several repeated forms to make it easier for me," Esme said.

"That sounds like a decent idea to me, Esme. What do you think, Carlisle?"

"Well, I've run into a few that I'm just stumped on so I don't think it will make the process any slower if we actually combine our findings to finish what we have here. I've noticed some Latin and Greek mixed in with the cuneiform. Making sense of all of this is maddening."

Scooting together, they began looking over each other's notes and realized that in most cases they all had uncovered the same things but there were a few instances when one of them deciphered something the others were stuck on. They also noticed that the writing in the different sections didn't look consistent. Bella's only conclusion was that this was something of a diary and was written at different times in the author's life. This mystery seemed to go deeper than she ever imagined. It made her stomach flutter and her brain work that much harder to unravel the knots of time and bring to light the tablet's purpose.

After another hour they had uncovered enough to gain a general idea of what the author was writing. They all read and reread what they had written down, mouths hanging open, not a breath to be heard between them.

"Bella, breathe. Carlisle and I don't need to but if you don't, you'll pass out," Esme prompted.

"Are you both reading what I'm reading? She was a fallen angel? The first vampire was Lilith?" Bella whispered.

"Yes," Esme and Carlisle said in unison.

They continued reading, awed faces firmly in place:

I am Lilitu, Inanna, Lilith. I am cursed, an angel cast out like Lucifer. My soul is gone. My life is to be spent walking the earth alone. I survive off the blood of God's children, my punishment for my jealousy of their free will and ability to love physically. I have been called succubus, witch, demon, and vampire. I am immortal. I have the ability to change a human but they will never carry my curse. They might live forever but they will always have a soul. Only God can take that away.

My sons are greedy. They will ruin the world with their need for power. I have asked that they kill me but they refuse, they love me. I know this is untrue. They need my wisdom. I no longer take human life and I will never change another. Aro calls me coward. He knows not the meaning of that word. I will live off animals or starve completely. One serves to keep me alive, though I am not. The other serves to remind me of my punishment. I have no soul yet I pray for the lives I have taken. I feel remorse now. It is a new development. I can no longer take the life of a child of God to sate my thirst. I fear my sons are damned for eternity, though their souls are firmly intact.

This stone, if found will serve as a warning and beacon for my children. I have been released from Volterra and its self-righteous rulers. The world will see me no more though I will still live. Those that come after me have the same free will as any human. I pray they use it wisely and learn to live amongst humans as equals rather than predators. The gates of Heaven will be open for them if ever they give up their immortal ties. I am weary. The world has changed so much. People are faithless and wander the land blinded by possessions. Take heed, preserve life, and know that your soul is safe as long as you do both.


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Recs for this week aren't as numerous as previous weeks but that's only because I haven't been reading much on the new front. I did start a new book...Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. It's about a girl who is obsessed with the woods behind her house that are inhabited by wolves that once tried to make her a meal. She was saved by a wolf with yellow eyes and now he watches her from the trees. The story is wonderfully original and the characters are developing well. It's a good read if you're wanting to pick up an actual book.

http:/www . fanfiction . net/s/5925609/1/ Moving Pictures by BreakfastatBella's...Bella moved back to Forks to care for Charlie who is dying. His care and her job as a nurse consume her life, leaving her little time to actually live. She meets a doctor at the hospital, Marcus, who is seperated from his wife. They carry on a casual, or so she thinks, relationship until she can no longer stand his manipulations and lies. Right about this time she meets Edward, a documentary film maker and they hit it off. As of the last chapter Marcus was being a scary stalker with an eye on doing bad things to our famous duo. It's a great story and I look forward to each update, which is on Sundays...they also offer a rather tasty menu!

http:/www . fanfiction . net/s/5540509/1/ This is Not My Life by isakassees...The beginning of this fic is rough reading, in that it deals with a kidnapping and how the victims deal. After things are resolved it's still a little tough to read but also so very sweet. Relationships are born of the trauma and strengthened by every one around them. The drama is all in the developement of the relationships but there is also a lot of funny and sweet times to temper it. It's a lovely read and I can't wait to see where everything is going!