Ok guys WARNING a very LEOMONY Lemon is ahead!!

Leave me love and I'll give you more lemonaide LOL

I do NOT own Twilight!!

I paced in our open kitchen. She had to stop at home give Charlie a story and then get a bag and come here. Her truck was painfully slow and I didn't know how long it was going to take. When she got here, I wanted to confront her. I wanted to know what made Bella so fucking special.

I had played out many scenarios in my head. Vampire, but she was too warm and had a heartbeat. Some kind of half vampire thing, but I really though that was ridiculous. Some kind of witch, yet another fucking ridiculous Cullen original.

I let out a sigh. I wasn't any of those things. Neither were Alice and Jasper. Yet we all had powers. We'd all just been born that way. So why not Bella? The internal argument was because she had too many powers.

Edward Cullen, the freak who could read minds and had the most fucked up childhood ever, was saying someone was unnatural. Who was I really to make that kind of judgement? I mean really.

I walked the length of the kitchen two more times before I heard the dull humm of Bella's truck through the walls of the house. I headed towards the front door.

"Hey Bella," I said opening the door.

"Hey," she replied.

Leading her to the living room, I sat down on the cough and motioned her to take a seat.

"I really think we need to talk before we do anything else," I said, wishing it wasn't true.

Bella looked down at her fidgeting hands as though they were somehow betraying her and sighed.

"Ok," she said, sounding defeated.

"I need to know how you have all these powers. It won't matter to me, nothing could change how I feel about you," I pulled her chin up so she would look at me, " You are my life now. I just need to know."

She stood up and started pacing like a caged tiger. Her small hand covering her mouth as she moved deeper into thought. She was making me nervous. It felt as though she thought she was about to rip us apart and I didn't fucking like it.

I stood and grabbed her by the shoulders. Not paying attention she slammed into me so hard I fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" she yelled.

She reached down and yanked me up like I was a rag doll.

"You can't surprise me like that," she scolded.

"What the fuck was that Bella?" I said, shocked.

She let out a heavy breath and began.

"No one but my mother, who is now dead, and my father, and no I don't mean Charlie, know what I am about to tell you," she paused and pushed me onto the couch, "Charlie thinks he is my dad but he isn't. Marcus is not my Mother's brother. My Mother met Marcus when she went on a graduation trip to Italy. She was already dating Charlie by then but she fell for Marcus. When she found out Marcus was a Vampire," she pause just slightly and eyed me, " I had already been conceived."

I tried to interrupt her, that just couldn't be true, but she waved her hand in dismissal.

"She had to leave Italy, she couldn't stay. Marcus warned I would grow quickly. In a panic my mother told Charlie she had been pregnant since before graduation. Charlie quickly married her. He loved her so much," she smiled and squeezed the bridge of her nose, "When she saw how quickly I was growing after I was born she did the only thing she could think of—she left."

"She didn't want to leave, she truly loved Charlie. She said some very hurtful things, hoping he wouldn't chase after her. She was a wreck when she returned to Marcus. Marcus took us in and even bought us a house in Phoenix for when my growth stabilized. Marcus taught me to read and write. He taught me about what I was and how to control my powers. Marcus has been a wonderful father to me. So has Charlie."

"But Bella, what does all that mean? If you were a vampire would you be, more-----dead?" I was incredibly confused and it was making me fucking dizzy.

"I'm a Dhampir. My mother is human, but my father is a vampire. Had I not been born in the hospital, my mother would have likely died. I can eat food, just like you, or drink blood. I can't turn people. Something to do with being female. That is where all my powers come from and yes that is why I sound like a static filled radio to you," She let out a huge puff of air and flopped down on the couch beside me.

I expected my world to come apart. To be shocked and not want to be near her. All I felt though was a need to let her know I wasn't going anywhere. That even though I hadn't said it yet, I loved her. I didn't care is she sucked me dry, if I died in her arms I would die in a cloud of bliss.

I didn't know what to do next. The tension hummed between us like a living thing, rising and falling like breath. When I stood I wasn't entirely sure I had willed myself to do it. I grabbed her hand and her face looked up at me, utterly shocked, and for the first time I felt how much warmer she was than me.

My body was leading me and, until we had almost reach the room, I wasn't quite sure where we were headed.

The room my piano was in was bathed in beautiful sunset light, all reds and oranges. I wanted to play her song and some how she would get it. Some how it would be ok. I sat on the piano bench, pulling her down into my lap. She fit there perfectly, even if she could kill me with her pinky. I looked into her eyes and tried to convey what this mean for me. The sun made her eyes the most terrific warm chocolate brown I had ever seen.

I gently kissed her neck and felt her pulse. The fast beat was suddenly terrifying.

I began to play, my eyes never leaving hers. The tension quickly became a pulsating heat. The music filled the empty space between us. I filled it with so much emotion it hurt. My heart was bleeding music for her. I didn't care what she was, I wanted to be with her, only her.

A tiny whisper filled my sense, "This song is about me?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

Immediately she threw her arms around my neck. Her soft lips pressed swiftly against mine and her tongue didn't waste any fucking time trying to gain entrance to my mouth. I granted her entrance, she tasted so fucking sweet. I wondered if that was part of what she was. It was only a fleeting though though because I felt her hot hands on the crotch of my pants.

I hissed.

"Don't fucking do that if you don't want to follow through with this," I growled.

The only answer she gave was the slow unzipping of my pants.

I pulled her blue shirt over her head and the piano keys made an obnoxious crash as I lifted her onto my black grand piano. Her black lacy bra taunted me as her nipples strained against it. I wanted to free them so I could trap them in my mouth. I watched as they heaved with each breath and I wondered if she was as nervous as I was.

I undid the front clasp, silently thanking whatever fucking power there was for it being in the front, and freed her beautiful round breasts. I slowly ghosted my hands up her now-naked torso. She groaned slightly as I cupped one of her breasts. I positioned myself over her and took one of the hard nipples in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue as she bucked under me.

"Do you like that," I spoke around her nipple.

She moaned.

I reached down, with my other hand, and undid her pants. I lazily ran my index finger under the hem of her underwear, making her lift her hips to meet me. She was so fucking beautiful half naked on my piano, I stopped for a second just to take her in.

She looked at me with her hooded eyes and said, does my being half-naked bother you?"

I plunged my hand into her pants in response. I stroked her small bundle of nerves and watched smuggly as her hips moved with my hands. She sat up, my hand till in her pant sand yanked off my shirt.

I was shocked when I heard the crunch of my skin being broken as she bit me.

"Bella!" I called out her name.

It felt incredible to me. She panted into the space where my neck and shoulders met as she drank me in.

Taking my hand out of her pants, I lifted her to and relieved myself of my fucking pants and boxers. She climbed down from me long enough to pull off her own pants. For a split second, we just stared. Then Bella jumped lithely back into my arms and began the gently drinking she had been doing before. She purred my name between sips.

I laid down on top of the piano's shiny black surface and lowered Bella onto my fully erect penis. She was so hot, it felt so good. She suddenly hissed, arching her back until her hair brushed my legs behind her.

"Oh, fuck, Edward!" she yelled

I reached up and took both of her heaving breasts in my hands and she began to pump me in and out of her at her pace. I didn't think I would last long so I began rubbing her clit in small circles with my thumb. Her growl turned me on impossibly more.

"Edward, don't stop," she breathed, "I'm so close."

I wanted to tell her how close I was, but I was afraid it would push me over that edge. Bella looked down at me, knowingly, shit I had forgotten she could read my mind. I pressed my thumb into her harder and whisper her name. She leaned into my my chest and bit me again as her motions became more frantic. I felt her sex clamp down around me as she pulled her face away from me, her mouth covered in my blood. The sight sen me over the edge ad I held onto her hips and thrust myself into her with all the strength I could muster.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Edward," Bella looked up at me, "I love you."

"I love you too, Bella," I replied.

A tear slid down my cheek as we laid entangled on top of my piano in the encroaching darkness.