I'm afraid there are still a few more chapters till the end. Email me if you guys want to request any stories please! By the way, I promise the final chapter will live up to the 'M' rating. And this is a short chapter, it's just kind of a follower chapter. And before you all complain about the 'newborn' thing. Please don't. Take all the 'vampire rage for blood' and turn it into 'sexual tension'. That's better.
I hurt. Every part of me hurts.
Floating.
There is occasional bliss where one part of me changes and before it moves onto the next one.
Burning.
But then the fire returns and my body is in agony again.
Needing.
Edward stays with me every second of the day. He sits by my side, patting my hand, arranging my hair or stroking my face. His touch sends me into a painful ecstasy, which briefly numbs the pain of transformation.
Wanting.
I want to touch him back. To please him. I try to tell myself that I can, that I will be able to. I just need to live through this and I will belong to him forever. This eternal bliss, me and him. Him and I. Us. Together. Although I can feel my final heartbeats come to a close, I think he knows each dying beat is pushed out for him. It's fragile, human beating. A heart is so easily broken.
Numbing.
The pain begins to subside and the beating is close to none. Then it stops completely.
Awakening.
I open my eyes and he's there. His perfect face, his beautiful eyes. I reach up a hand to stroke his hair, it's fluffed up and messy from three days of worry. He opens his carved lips to speak, but I raise a finger and press it too his lips. Then I remove the finger and press it to my own. He gets my drift.
Discovering.
His cool lips meet my equally temperatured ones. They collide roughly, but in perfect harmony. A fire sparks within me. I need to touch him. I want him. My hands run through his hair and his are exploring my new body, roaming around freely. I smile into the deep kiss and draw back, smiling at him. I bit my bottom lip and smile at him. He looks back, in his perfection, eyes gleaming. He grabs my hand and leads me into the hallway. He slams my back into the wall, begins kissing and I begin gyrating against him. He moans into my mouth and sucks roughly on my bottom lip. I squeal and press my hands flat on his chest, raking my nails over his abs.
A heart can be easily broken. But not ours. Ours are made of diamonds.