A/N: Hey. It's me. I can't say what happens in this chapter, because it's wrong to do so, but I'll tell you that the prologue is happening! I couldn't find a correct song for this chapter, so hopefully Maroon 5 will do it some justice.
A/N2: There's a sex scene. Couldn't resist. Also, there are some things that won't make sense. ASK QUESTIONS! I love to answer, because there are plenty of readers who might have the same question. I'll answer them the best I can without giving spoilers.
The slave of the pen and the mistress of the paper
Patricia

Beautifully Broken

"This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore"
-Maroon 5

When I left the mansion, I didn't know what I was going to do. She was certainly in Washington; her scent was all over the forest. The run to La Push seemed to fill me with butterflies. I feared blinking - an act that even vampires still instinctively do – just because her hauntingly angelic face appeared behind my eyes.

I stopped when I reached the La Push grounds, feeling uncertainty edge up from my stomach. I inhaled and frowned when it smelled barren of werewolf. Of course…Jacob was still in Volterra, the pack still with Elesmeera. I strolled through the streets of La Push, using my nose as help. Some of the bronze skinned teenagers looked at me with confusion, wondering why I was walking on their ground. Of course they didn't understand that I was a vampire, but they understood that I was stranger. The elders that were sitting in their houses watching TV seemed to feel my presence and gaze incredulously out the window. She had been through here; her smell marked everything, but it was an old smell, almost as if she was only here for a few hours days ago.

I kept my stroll casually fast, keeping my eyes on the side walk in front of me. Her scent was ahead of me, almost as if she had walked through the streets at the same pace. I could see it, in my minds eye; a pale, beautiful, young woman, walking the streets in a slow stroll, never looking up to catch the eyes of the men watching her or the jealous women. She followed the street to the end, and gave a short turn onto a more rural part of the reservation. Her pace quickened, and she could smell the scent of werewolf. She jogged down the street and stopped across from a familiar house.

Jacob's.

I gazed at the small house. It was barren of the dog, but I could smell the scent of an old blood; probably just Billy Black. Her scent was washing away now. It was becoming a ghost of what it could be. I walked quickly, smelling it disappear into the forest. It wound around trees and through the brush. It finally ended at my house. I smelled around the mansion, realizing I had just gone in a complete circle. The next trail was slightly fresher, almost as if she was here only a day ago. The scent brought me back into Forks, and twisted around her house. She was once inside there, but left.

And I knew where she went immediately.

I ran through the trees, dodging stray limbs. A cackle of thunder sounded overhead, and a flash of lightening. Energy built up under my granite-like skin with the electrical charges. I finally made it to the sparse tree line, the light brighter up ahead where the meadow was.

The meadow stunk of her smell. It was fresher than every other trail I had tried. This was it.

I skidded to a stop, trying to make as less noise as possible before walking through the trees to the clearing ahead.

I scanned the field, looking for a flash of pale. I walked forward slowly, hesitantly. The sky above cackled, another flash of lightning flashing over my head. The energy under my skin buzzed with excitement.

I finally found what I was looking for. Far, on the other side of the meadow, Bella laid, her face upturned to the sky above. I stopped, printing her perfection to memory with longing in my chest. My feet moved of their own accord, moving closer towards her.

She lay amongst the wild flowers, her hair spread underneath her like a pillow of darkness. I wondered briefly when she dyed it black, but turned my focus back onto the angel before me. Her luscious lips were parted, inhaling shallowly, her magnificent eyes closed. Her arms were underneath her head; a picture of ease, as if there wasn't rain falling from the sky and wetting her. Her pale skin disappeared under a white button-down and jeans, resuming at her feet.

"Bella?" I whispered, her name flowing out of my lips easily.

She sat up, her eyes flashing open. I slipped to the ground, feet away from her. I expected shock, anger, maybe even love or longing, but her face was expressionless, the feeling only in her beautiful toffee and topaz mixed eyes. She was thinking, hard.

I crawled over to her, and ran my knuckles down her cheeks, wanting to feel her, wanting to touch her. She flinched slightly, her large brown eyes widening. "Bella, I love you," I murmured, relief for seeing her in a healthy state rolling through my being.

She didn't answer, just stared as if her voice was gone. She seemed to be asking me something with her eyes, before saying so low that even I had to strain, "hello, Edward. I've been waiting."

Her voice filled me with happiness, an emotion that seemed to obliterate my heart into ashes. It was soft, and melodic, and beautiful. Hauntingly so. And broken, and lonely, and sad, yet happy and relieved at all the same time. And the way she said my name…I replayed it in my head over and over again, printing that to memory as well.

We sat in silence, a content silence on my part. I couldn't find the words to speak, didn't know if I wanted to reply or not. My fingers traced her face over and over again, finding pleasure in such an innocent touch. I half expected for her to disappear, or pull away, but she sat in silence, letting me caress her face with a feather-light touch. The storm raged on, the thunder crashing, the lightning striking.

She finally opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. Something flickered in her gorgeous eyes and she rested her face in my chest. I froze in her embrace as she locked her arms around my chest. "Hello, hello, hello," she whispered repeatedly, but it was wrong. It was like she was saying a million things in the simple word; everything but hello. Her voice was melancholic, as if she was truly saying goodbye to me.

She pulled away and gazed at the sky, water catching in her dark eyelashes. She laughed a low, humorless chuckle. "I guess I've gone insane…" She looked back at me, her eyes flashing. "I'm seeing you…I'm feeling you…I'm hearing you…but you're not here."

"Bella," I whispered, my brows furrowing. "I'm really here…"

She frowned. "No you're not. I'm here, by myself, in this damn meadow, alone."

Our eyes locked. Hers were pained, brown with the flecks of hazel and topaz that I found myself partial to. "I suppose I should leave," she whispered. "I have to avenge your death. I know that you're not going to be…," she paused, a grim smile lighting her lips, "happy about what I'm doing…but I have to do something with myself…"

"Bella!" I cried, capturing her face between my palms. "I'm here, besides you. I've been searching for you for days, yearning your presence for a month and a half!"

She didn't answer, only looked at the sky. "You're unfair, you know," she said, looking up at the heavens with anger flashing in her eyes. "You at least could have made him unrealistic so it wouldn't hurt later on!"

I couldn't control myself, couldn't stop my impulses. I captured her porcelain lips with mine, molding them against my own. Hers were hesitant as I kissed her passionately, begging entrance with my longing tongue. She became rigid in my embrace and she struggled, trying to pull away from me. I released her and watched as she jumped up and took twenty quick steps away from me.

"You're dead!" she cried, tears mixing with the rain falling down her gorgeous face. "You're dead!"

"What?" I replied, cocking my head to the side. "Who said that?"

"I saw it," Bella hissed, her eyes lighting up. "You're dead. A wolf murdered you in your haunted state! I saw it, Edward, I saw it," she fell to the floor and started sobbing in a weak voice, trembling from head to toe. "You're dead. You've left me…" Her emotions changed once more, and soon she was in my face, anger flaring in her eyes. "How could you die, dammit?!"

I stood silently, not sure how to reply, or if she wanted to reply.

"I left to keep you safe! Why did you! Why did you die? Why did you leave me alone, Edward?!"

Again, I stood silently. She started beating on my chest with curled fists. Her strikes started to hurt as she hit harder. Suddenly, she stopped and fell into my chest, sobbing so hard I feared she would break. "Why…?"

I held her close, kissing the top of her head. "I'm not dead, Bella."

"Yes…yes…" she whispered in defiance.

"I didn't die," I murmured. "I wasn't there."

Everything suddenly fell into place. Why Rosalie decided to awaken me, to open my eyes, to set me on the journey…it was to keep me safe. She was humoring me with this, a plan she cooked up with Alice probably. No wonder her mind was guarded to me.

"Rosalie saved me, Bella. Alice saw it and Rosalie saved me. I'm not dead. I'm here, and I'm holding you…"

She stopped sobbing and looked up into my face, eyes wide and bright with hope. "So I'm not insane…?"

I nodded a smile pasted on my face. She shook her head and backed away.

"So…You tracked me…?"

I nodded again.

"How could you, Edward?!" she cried, her face slightly horrified. Confusion hit me in the face at a high velocity. "I'm dangerous! I can kill you with just a touch, just a touch." She turned back to me. "I've done it before! How can you be so ignorant, so stupid?! I left to keep you alive and then…"

"I'm here because I love you!" I shouted at her, my voice emotionless. A clap of thunder sounded overhead and she jumped slightly, turning her back to me. "What the hell is wrong with you, Bella? What did they do to you?!"

"Nothing," she mumbled, putting her hands to her ears. "You did this to me…you did…"

Pain spread through me like wildfire. How could I have…done this to her? I've been miles away…miles away…

"Every day…every day," she mumbled. Another clap of thunder and she flinched. "Every day was hell…"

"Everything was empty…everything hurt…," I whispered, finally understanding what toll our separation had on her. She was under so much pressure that she fell into a comatose, fell into the insanity and broke. Shattered.

"Just thinking of being without you brought me to suicidal thoughts," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I love you in ways that are incomprehensible, ways that don't make even the tiniest fraction of sense. And it hurts…it always hurts…"

I watched, fearing to breathe. My heart was burning into ashes as I watched the woman I love so insanely speak of her pain. My love hurt her. I hurt her. I broke her. Murdered her soul. Killed her.

The sharpest edge of the pain was the fact I couldn't comfort her. I didn't know how. Didn't know what to do. Should I hold her? Should I assure her of my love? Should I promise to leave and never come back? This was hell.

She flinched with the thunder and the lightning in pain.

"And I deserve it…," she finally said, eyes flashing open. "I did this to myself, so I deserve it."

"No," I mumbled aghast. "No. No. NO!" I ran to her side and pulled her to my chest, kissing her lips wildly, as if to consume the pain she was feeling, as if to retract the poison of my love from her throat. Her warm lips fit perfectly against mine, as if they were made just for this action. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her nails digging into deeply into my back. She parted her lips to me, her hot mouth opening for me, and only me. I kissed her deeply, passionately, wildly, exploring each part with a ravaging hunger. Her tongue fought mine just as crazily, just as enthusiastically.

She moaned; a soft sound that drove me off the peak. My desire for her flesh, for her body, hit its pinnacle. My hands devoured her skin. I briefly recognized the shirt on her frame. It stunk of me, of my unique scent.

My lips moved from hers to the side of her face, traveling down her neck in wet, sloppy kisses. She started biting the arch of my neck and I growled in response. Bella fell backwards onto the spongy grass; her black strands this way and that. I brushed it away from her neck and started nibbling violently on her succulent throat. My bites hardly made marks on her granite skin, and I was thankful. All it did was flush a desirable red.

"Edward," she moaned blissfully. "I need you…" She wrapped her long legs around my waist and bucked her hips into mine, her back arching in the process, bringing her closer to me. I groaned into her long pale neck, and bit it. "Edward," she hissed, "say you love me..." her voice was breathless, her body rolling into mine like an ocean tide, over and over and over, until I was crying out from the sexual build up.

"I do…" I started, crying out her name once more as she rocked her hips onto my arousal. "I love you dammit!"

She rolled me over, grinding her crotch into mine. I gripped her round hips, pulling onto me repeatedly, torturing myself.

Her eyes were lit up with want and desire. It flickered across her face like firelight, and it should've scared me, the desire, but I was on a high; this was too good…to blissful… The fact that we were yelling only moments ago escaped me; all of me turned instinctual; I was hungry and I had to fulfill this deep hunger.

Lightning flashed across the sky and electricity seemed to ebb through each cell, lighting the venom inside me on fire. Or maybe it was the goddess above me…

She pressed her chest to mine, her breathing ragged. She started kissing me quickly, trying to sustain the hunger in her lower belly. I smiled when I realized how it must feel for her…to have this strong a desire…how strange it must feel to suddenly have it, and grinned even wider when I realized how we can now both act upon it without consequence. My personal longing come true.

I latched my mouth back onto her neck, sucking violently. She let out a cry and fell backwards, her legs sliding straight. I followed, running my lips and tongue up and down her throat, biting and kissing and licking and sucking the soft flesh. "Yes, yes, yes, Edward please," she pleaded, arching underneath me. Her hips bucked hard against mine, my erection twitching with want. I started unbuttoning the white shirt and growled when I realized there was another shirt underneath. I ripped off the white button-down and hurled it away from me.

My lips moved down her v-necked tank-top to the hint of bosom that was visible overtop. I gripped the straps and broke them, pulling the top down so I could see her breasts. Her coral nipple perked up with the light touch I gave it. I massaged it, loving the succulent weight of her perfect globes. They overflowed my palms, the small light coloured hairs standing up.

She gripped my hair with tight fingers, and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me profoundly, pressing her breasts against my chest. The feel of them on my skin, even though my shirt was between us, caused me to groan. "Bella," I whispered. "Bella, Bella, Bella." I cupped her breasts and lowered my face to them. I licked the areola, and stoked the other nipple with confident fingers before sucking on the protruding nipple. Bella let out a shriek of pleasure, and pressed my face to her skin. I sucked deeply, teasing with teeth and tongue, before switching to her other.

"Edward," she moaned. "More…" She gripped my shoulders and pushed her way atop me. She ran her fingers down her breasts in a teasing motion and gripped the top of her soaked shirt. She pulled it over her head and leaned back onto the spongy grass. I reached out to touch her, but she only shifted away, a smile on her lips. She gripped the bottom of my shirt.

"Take it off. Now."

I pulled off my own shirt, never leaving eye contact. Her hands danced back down her pale flesh. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned her jeans. I watched, mystified by her sexuality and intrigued at the same time.

A sexy smile lit her lips and I wondered how she could have kept it from me for so long. Her dark brows slipped into a sensual V. "I need you Edward…" she closed her eyes and bit her lip, reaching out for me. I let her pull me back atop her and grinded my chest into hers. I started unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them off with trembling fingers. Her hand shot down and freed my cock from its cottony bonds through the front slit and massaged the head with skilled fingers.

"You…tease…," I spat, sucking on her bottom lip. Her hand never left my throbbing member, her eyes still closed.

"Mm," she hummed, her lips parting. I licked the inside of her lip and she sighed, her breath sweet. I kicked off my jeans and gripped the sides of hers. I grabbed the sides of jeans and her underwear at once and started tugging down, bringing my body down with the movement. I ran my lips down her skin as I pulled off her denim pants. When I finally pulled them off, I threw it with the rest of our clothes. Thunder boomed overhead and then another flash of lightning followed.

I kissed the inside of her small ankle then up her leg before pulling away and milking in her perfection. It was rain kissed and flushed. Her heart was beating strongly underneath her snow-like skin. She started to pull down my boxers, a smile lighting up her face.

When she realized that because I was kneeling between her legs, she couldn't get any father, she hissed, bringing me back to reality. "Your boxers," she reminded me.

I smiled and leaned forward, pushing out my legs. She sighed and shook her head, mumbling about being such a lazy vampire, and started pulling them down, so they reached my ankles. I kicked them off.

She locked her ankles around my waist and bit her lip. I wasn't ready. No way. Resting my weight on one elbow above her, I brought my other hand to her slick heat and started exploring.

"Edward!" she squeaked when she realized what I was about to do to her. I only smiled.

"Now you get tortured," I simply replied, moving my way down her perfect body to the aching hole between her legs. "Like you've tortured me for so long." I parted her lips with one hand and blew a breath of cold air. She shivered and groaned.

I ran my finger around her tight hole and Bella gasped. "Oh," she whispered. "More."

Turned on by the simple word like the switch to the fire in my chest, I started thrusting my forefinger and middle in and out of her tight heat. I lowered my mouth to her clit and flickered my tongue out to taste it. Oh. God. Her taste was magnified by the rain, thousands times more delectable than her scent. I groaned, nipping at the bud, licking it, sucking it. Bella was thrashing above me, moaning from the pleasure. She gripped my hair and pushed my face hard against her delectable sex. Her whimpers became louder, and her thrashing more violent as she escalated to her climax. However, instead of letting the plunge off of the cliff overtake her, she held tightly, the muscles in her liquid desire clenching down hard on my fingers.

She finally came in burning spurts of cum that covered my fingers. I lapped up the liquid she provided, leaving only enough lubrication for my member so slip in easily. I pulled myself to her face, and kissed her deeply. She gripped my back and started rocking her hips against my pained manhood.

Instead of entering her like I should, I rubbed every inch of my body against hers, a hot friction burning like fire between us. She moaned my name, pleading for me to enter her scorching sex, but I didn't, bringing out the torture. My length rubbed her small hole teasingly, stimulating the small bundle of nerves above it.

"Oh God, now Edward," she pleaded. No. This was going to be done right. I waited a month and a half to see her, so now she would wait. I waited. Waited. The thunder crashed overhead and I plunged deep into her depth. Bella's legs tightened around my hips and electricity surged between us.

I started thrusting into her, the electricity pounding through my undead veins. Bella dug her nails into my back and started moving her hips against mine.

"Edward…ahh…oh, love…God…mm…faster," the string of words and sounds flowed through her lips rapidly as I thrust had into her heat. She rolled us over as the lightning flashed and started bouncing up and down on my erection. I gripped her hips and helped her go faster, bucking my hips when she came down to penetrate her deeper each time. Thunder crashed and I rolled her over, my thrusts going harder, faster, deeper.

"Bella!" I screamed, biting down on her neck. She screamed out what sounded like the beginning of my name before rolling us over once more. Our pace slowed because our trembling was becoming too hard to bear. I finally came, my cock falling limp within her, but Bella held on, her resistance to the climax more steadfast than I could ever attempt. She bounced a few more time before coming as well, burying her face in my neck to muffle the sounds of her cry. I ran my fingers down her back, through her wet hair and kissed her neck weakly.

"Oh Edward," she whispered, trying to move over to my side, but the climax she had endured was so powerful that it left us both weak. "Oh God, Edward…" I nipped the side of her neck, bringing her hand to my lips. She stiffened above me as I ran my lips over her palm. A powerful heat raced through me.

She sighed thoughtfully. "We shouldn't have…"

I nipped the tips of her fingers. "Why not?" I demanded slightly cross. "Why shouldn't we be able to share ourselves?"

Bella didn't answer, but instead nipped my chin, shifting so she lay completely flat against me. "Because…" she started and paused, trying to figure out what she was thinking. "Because…you…" she shook her head, and buried it in my neck, sighing lightly. My body became alert with just the innocent puff of air.

"It'll hurt more when I'm ripped away from you," she mumbled finally.

"Not now," I pleaded, "not now. Later."

Her head shot up, and she gazed lazily at me. "Why not?"

I ran my hand down her soft face. "Because you're tired."

"Am not," she denied, stifling a yawn. I grinned foolishly, printing the expression of her face to memory. Just in case.

"Go to sleep," I whispered, tugging her softly back down. "You're tired."

"Make me a promise, then," she muttered.

"Anything," I vowed. "As long as you go to sleep right after."

She nodded into my chest, her head rising slightly to look me in the eyes for signs of false testimony. When she decided I was genuine, she smiled. "Don't you dare leave me in my sleep."

I frowned at the pained look in her eyes. "I promise."

Something she saw on my face made her frown as well. "Is that what you were planning to do?"

My eyes widened in horrified shock. "Not ever, Bella."

She stared suspiciously.

"Believe me, Bella. If I ever leave you, it will be unwillingly."

It didn't exactly satisfy her, but she placed her head back onto my chest and closed her eyes, her one-beat-per-minute heartbeat settling back into its slow pumping.

"I love you," she murmured. "Eternally."

"I love you," I replied, running my hands through her silky black hair. "Forever." A flash of lightning over head brought the violet hue in her hair out drastically. I gazed at it for a long time, unconsciously humming. I wondered why she would dye her hair black. Was it that she was I mourning for my false-death? Was that why she did such a silly thing?

Bella mumbled something in her sleep, shifting on my chest, but somehow knowing not to move too far. She would surely fall onto the ground then. I started shaking, and then realized that it was because she was shivering.

"Stupid," I growled at myself. I almost hit myself for being so selfish and wrapped my arms around her, running my hands up and down to create some type of hot friction to warm her cold body. Only now did I realize how abnormally cold she was.

I started grabbing her clothes and realized they were drenched. My shirt was only partly wet. I put it over her head and quickly put on my pants. I turned to find Bella watching me, an outraged look in her eyes, though her face was calm.

"You're leaving."

"No," I mumbled, shaking my head. "You're freezing. I'm taking you home."

She frowned and stood up, eyes drifting close. "You better be," she muttered, letting me pick her up into my arms. I ran through the deep wood, trying to use friction to warm her skin. The rain started to fall harder and Bella sneezed, a soft chirp like sound that I found adorable. I gazed down and realized she has fallen asleep again.

"Rosalie? Demetri?" I called into the suspiciously silent house.

No answer. On the door to my bedroom, a folded note awaited me. I plucked it from its place and read it quickly. "For the sake of your privacy, Me-Me and I went out for a 'dinner date'. We'll get back tomorrow. Rosy."

I wondered how Rosalie would know if I found Bella or not. Maybe she had been spying. I shivered at the thought of Rosalie and Demetri spying on Bella and me in the meadow. That was an…unsettling thought.

I opened the door and placed Bella on the bed, and sighed. I ran to the closet and grabbed a clean shirt and underwear before carefully dressing her. She didn't stir. I placed her under the blankets and started running around, looking for warmer blankets. I found a comforter and placed it on her frame.

She reached out for me, and tugged me onto the bed. "Goodnight," she muttered, snuggling into my chest. I grinned and wrapped my arms around her narrow waist over the blanket. She sighed and mumbled my name.

And God, it felt good.