Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not me.


The sun was shining behind me. Good, because that meant that the Vampires were at bay. Unless they were somewhere inside the houses on C.L.'s street – no, I frowned at that thought. Just for sure, I scanned the area, content with the results. God, I sounded like some sort of detector!

There was this old lady resting on her porch a few doors down and a bunch of kids running around, water guns in their hands. Watching the kids reminded me of my childhood with Jake before my parents died. I was so happy and innocent…the only thing at that time I had to be wary of was of school.

I pushed back the sudden remembrance of my past; the house in front of me occupied a Vampire who was without a doubt pissed at me, and I had mere minutes, if not seconds, to come up with something decent to say…to at least excuse my fleeing, or to calm him down and diffuse the situation. However, I was sure that he was not going to fall for my excuses. Even though he could not read my mind, I had no lying skills and he easily intimidated me.

On the plane to Chicago I mused, a hell of a lot. My body refused to fall asleep and my brain wanted some form of entertainment. I went over the bits I recalled from the DVD in my head, noticing the tiniest things Edward did. Like rubbing his chin, or slowly moving in his revolving chair. It made me realise more and more that he was the ultimate predator…always calculating, waiting for the right moment to strike and fully capable of setting up the infallible trap.

What shocked me the most was that I accepted I was the prey. I knew that he would not, and could not harm me physically, so he would resort to hurting me emotionally – making me scared, threatening the wellbeing of others that I cared about. And he would carry out his threats, after all, he had experience of being the killer, the knowledge a thousandth times greater than mine, and power greater than all the world's leaders. Who wouldn't be intimidated from a guy – ahem, Vampire – like him?

Edward to me was like Hitler to the Jews, in a way that I was afraid of what he was going to do to me and to my loved ones.

Mustering all of my bravery – there was not much from the start of the journey anyway – I rang the doorbell. You know when you see a door mysteriously opening with no one opening the door from the other side in a horror movie…yeah that happened to me. I was slightly disturbed to witness it, but all the same, I cautiously stepped in, shutting the door behind me.

"Hello?" I was unsure where to go, hopeful that Edward lied to me and C.L. was probably sleeping unharmed in his room. Unfortunately, Jesus must have decided to watch a real horror scene, with real characters and everything. Fuck my life – it was then I heard the drip. Just one. I felt like an idiot, just standing there, desperately hoping for another drip, so it would not be a one-off. Because that would mean a rather someone was sending me a message.

I hunched my shoulders as reality set in…Edward was waiting for me, Tanya was probably using C.L. as her plaything, and I was in really deep shit. Milk advised me not to go…not to let Edward dominate me. I should have listened to him, but I did not want blood on my hands. It was my choice to run away, and again it was my choice to come back and face the consequences for me. In a way, I am a free woman, although I tended to make the wrong decisions.

I took small steps to the kitchen, bracing myself for anything that could happen.

His silhouette was the first thing I noticed. He sat in the centre of the kitchen, his posture uptight and tense, his feet firmly stuck to the ground. His face was shadowed – the curtains were drawn and there was a faint light from an unknown source. I reached out to the light switch but his hand halted my movements.

I was suddenly terrified. Was he going to explode? Or was he going for the calm approach with his eyes emanating fury and coldness? I wanted to run and face him at the same time.

"Hi," I spoke timidly. I felt his eyes on me and the heat of it made me flush. I was struggling with what to say and with what to do. I did not say anything after my shy greeting and hopelessly stood there, my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. He could tell I was nervous.

"Bella," he acknowledged, after a minute. My face got hotter and hotter, reasons unknown to me. "You took a while getting here."

I wanted to argue, say it was not easy to resist Humanity's promise of protection, or that Cabs are not easy to get nowadays when you are a nobody of the streets. Instead, I apologised, "I know, I'm s-sorry."

"Oh, so she is capable of realising and cleaning up her mistakes," he mocked. He crossed one leg over the other. "I am disappointed in you Isabella. You looked like you had the potential to rule beside me…now it seems to everyone that you cannot be trusted and cannot handle responsibility." I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "You also broke my trust," he whispered the last part. I hung my head down as guilt consumed me; in his eyes I wanted a few hours away from Vampires and he granted me that, just for me. He probably had a heavy schedule and wiped it off, for me.

It was then I had an epiphany. My dad, Charlie, always believed that when you had an epiphany your whole life would change. I had a strong feeling this was going to happen to me. I thought back to Tea and the person he is without Jacob. I don't want to grow up alone, or be that old woman I saw earlier by herself on a beautiful sunny day. She had no one to share it with. If I kept doing this – running away – I may as well end up like her. I would be the 'crazy old cat lady'.

"I'm sorry about that too," I whispered, my tone matching his. He suddenly shot up and raced over to me, his Vampire speed giving him the advantage of shocking me. He pushed me against the wall, his hands beside my head on the wall blocking my escape and his godlike face leaning down towards me.

"You're always fucking sorry, aren't you?" he hissed. He took possession of my hands, his hands were oddly warm and I felt a thrill of pleasure at the contact. His whole body leaned in closer to mine. I was trapped, suffocating in the close proximity but I also felt the aliveness of my body and how desperately I wanted him to kiss me…

His lust-filled eyes mirrored my own and as he brought his head down, I closed my eyes…my lips hesitantly touched his and that was our undoing. We started attacking each other's lips, he released my hands to grip my waist and my hands were in his hair, paying little attention to his silky and soft locks. I was moaning, enjoying the taste of his mouth and how every time and again he would enrapture my bottom lip in his and suck on it for a few seconds. We were wild, untamed, acting like horny teenagers. His hands roamed my body, not in a perverted way, but sensually, and it made me thirst for more.

Eventually, we broke off. I leaned against the wall for support as I was out of breath, my heart was galloping like the fastest horse out there, and that kiss, or make-out, completely floored me. I shyly peeked at Edward and blushed – for the first time ever I saw him grin happily, his eyes shone warmth and not the bitter cold I was used to. My heart warmed up at the sight of him. He was not breathing as hard as I was, but I could tell the make-out had an effect on him as well.

When I composed myself I explained, "I ran away for the reason that I was scared." His finger delicately traced my cheek and I briefly closed my eyes. "Things were moving so fast…I met your family, and you were treating me like I was going to be with you for a long time." His movements came to an abrupt stop and I quickly explained, "At that time it hadn't really sunk in that I was going to change and have your Pureblood Vampire babies. Now, I…don't want to leave you, and it is not for other people's safety. I dreamed about you and your past. And I also saw Tea, I mean Tyler – Jake's lover in Forks."

He resumed his touching but I could feel his interest. He was carefully listening to every word I was saying.

"I think he's empty in the inside because he lost Jake and I think he didn't like me much because I may have brought back the memories of him. I don't want to be like that and full of regrets because I was afraid of being committed to you and I did not like that my life was on a hold. And now I'm kinda shocked because like my dad, I do not express my feelings – I'm the sufferer in silence type," I babbled.

My eyes widened as my mind caught up with my mouth. I just admitted not only my feelings, but my desire to have a relationship with Edward.

"Bite me," I demanded, unexpectedly. I noticed Edward's eyes widen. "This is the next step for us," I reasoned.

"Are you sure?" his amazing green eyes met mine. "I know for a fact that you are afraid of needles." I was going to ask how his fangs and needles were alike…and then I remembered the first time we met…his fangs were like needles.

I nodded yes and tilted my head so he could get better access to my neck. I kept reassuring myself that this was what I wanted and Edward feeding from me was better than if he fed from someone else forcibly.

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

"Only for a second, but you will feel more pleasure than pain," he answered.

I did not intend to watch him extend his fangs, because then I thought that my fear would increase. However, I could not stop myself and became intrigued when I saw his fangs appear. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and leaned in towards my neck. I stiffened and deeply inhaled.

"Relax, my darling," his sweet words loosened my body. I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck. "Ever since I smelt the delicious fragrance of your blood, I have wanted to drink from you. It has been arduous watching you sleep, hearing your pulse quicken and knowing that hot blood is flowing in your veins."

"You going for my jugular?" I squeaked.

Edward chuckled, "Not today – it may tempt me too much. Also, the jugular carries the blood from the brain and to the heart. For your first bite, I do not want you dizzy or disorientated. So I am going to try the external carotid artery."

"I'm a Kindergartner teacher, not a doctor. I have absolutely no idea on what you just said."

He chuckled again and fanned his breath on my neck. He started kissing my neck again, this time the kisses moving up my neck, near to my chin.

"Are you ready?" I nodded.

There was a sharp pain where his fangs met my skin, a stinging prickling feeling. Then numbness washed over me so I couldn't feel the pain. I felt my blood being gently sucked out. Oh, my…it was ecstasy. Then it all stopped and Edward lifted his head. I stared at him surprised, I never knew that feeding could be this intense and so wonderful. As I was coming off my high, I noticed no blood smeared across his mouth – hmmm, he must be a clean eater. I hugged him, hard.

"Well, what was it like?" I asked him as I let go. I instantly missed my body being wrapped around his.

"Thank you for letting me feed you, Bella." His hands were holding onto the sides of my face. His eyes were staring into mine. "That was…I have never in my existence tasted blood like that before. You are my Singer Bella; you were made for me, as I was you. No doubt about it. You should have water now, Bella."

In a flash, he got water from the sink and held a cup out towards me.

"Thanks." I slowly drank the water, savouring the feeling I got as its coldness rushed down my parched throat. I handed the cup back to him and watched his blur wash my cup. "What happened to C.L.?" I asked. I suddenly felt terrible; I forgot about him, just like that.

"I'll tell you later. Right now we have to discuss about us." He led me to the chair in the centre and made me sit on his lap. His arms circled my abdomen. I snuggled into his chest. "I can change you-"

"Edward," I interrupted. "You know when I told you the reasons why I ran from you in the first place." He nodded, his mind processing where I was going with this. "I want to do all the things with you that Singers do with their Vampire mates, but if that means my life has to stop then I can't do that now."

"No," he growled. His arms tightened. He was turning back into Edward Cullen, the House of Foame's leader.

"Hear me out," I demanded. "Give me six months at living my life. I won't leave you. All I'll do is go back to my job, cook the food I eat and do I what I want to do. Doing all that does not necessarily mean that I am leaving you."

"It's too dangerous. Any harm could come to you. I will not lose you Bella, not now, not ever."

"Edward!" I whined. "Please." I set my sad puppy dog eyes on him.

I slowly saw his hard exterior cracking. "Okay, fine," he agreed. "Only one condition though: I get to choose where this all happens."

I did not like that condition. "My job is in Phoenix-"

"Bella, it is either my condition or you will be turned into a Half Vampire when I make the decision," he cut me off.

"Fine," I muttered grumpily, not liking that he had some sort of control over me. Although on the positive side, he granted me time to 'live' my life. Maybe his trust in me was restored. "Where are we going?"

Excitement glinted in Edward's eyes. "Grab your bags, love. We are getting out of the country."

Epiphanies do change your life.


A/N: A different Edward here...shocking. I'm afraid I need your help - should Bella be a virgin in this story or not a virgin? I've been asking this question to myself for the past few weeks and I failed to come up with a solid answer.

Virgin Bella - Edward can claim her as 'his' and it will typically suit the Vampire theme as Vampires have a 'thing' for virgins.

Bella not so innocent - makes it more realistic. Come on, face it. Her parents died when she was a teenager, she could have rebelled. Used boys as an outlet for the phase she was going through.

IT'S UP TO YOU GUYS! THERE'S A POLL ON MY PROFILE WHICH YOU CAN VOTE ON, OR YOU CAN INCLUDE THE ANSWER IN YOUR REVIEW (if I get lucky!). I WILL BE TAKING ACCOUNT OF YOUR ANSWERS, SO please GET YOUR OPINION OR THOUGHT ACROSS. Thanks and until next time.