Wow, i never thought this story would be the most popular, or the most reviewed so far out of all my stories. Thank you readers! I haven't had the chance to reply to reviews for the last few chapters, as i'm busy working on a new story, along with RL.

The reason why Bella keeps biting - she's an unstable newborn. She's confused, working through her issues, and not sure what to feel.

Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 9

Time held no meaning as I kept a strong hold on Garrett. I wasn't going to let him go anytime soon either. He was mine.

Mine!

I was able to hear a word or two, but I was not able to keep up with what was being said. I held myself completely stiff, trying my best not drink from my mate more thanI had to. I knew I had surprised him, but I couldn't control my actions.

I was a monster.

I wasn't normal, and I had no idea what to do.

"Maybe having Jasper here would help," Carlisle mused, his voice low.

"You just need to stake your claim," Rose just in a boredtone.

"Rose!" Esme said in shock.

Maybe that was what I needed. The idea of Garrett marking me as his was giving me butterflies. And didn't normal vampires go at it constantly at first anyway?

I could remember when Emmett joked about tearing a house apart one time when he claimed his mate shortly after he was turned, and how no one was able to stand to be within miles of him and Rose.

"Well, I don't know how they haven't yet," Rose huffed out.

On reflex, I swallowed a mouthful of blood from Garrett's neck, igniting a deep grunted groan from him.

"Oh fuck," he grunted out, letting his head fall backwards against the couch. "Carlisle, what should I do?" His voice was low and lust filled, even though he tried to hide that fact.

Garrett's voice was alsofilled with anguish as he pleaded with the doctor on what to do. He was aslost as I was. I couldn't control myself and my needs, whatever they might be.

"I'm not sure, Garrett," I heard Carlisle answer after a moment of silence. "I haven't' encountered something like this before. But Rose could be right. You may need to take her, claim her as your mate, to help calm her emotions and dependency on you."

"I can't – won't – without her in the right state of mind," Garrett whispered out harshly.

At his voice, I couldn't help but whine out, trying to sooth him as much as I could in our predicament. It wasn't his fault that I was so unstable.

"I know, but look at all the other mated couples," Carlisle said calmly, not at all offended by the tone Garrett used. "We have personal moments often, and the first few years are normally more active - sexual wise."

"It'll only get worse the longer you wait," he finished sadly after a short pause.

"Okay," Garrett sighed out, defeated.

My chest ached at his defeat. Was he giving up on me? Did he not want me?

I must not be his mate if he so willingly gives up after justa few days.

All of a sudden, sobs wracked my body, my teeth still stuck deep in his neck, refusing to release him. My body shook as my thoughts reminded me of a darker time. Of the pain and abandonment, betrayal and loss all at once.

"Sweetheart," I heard Garrett cry out softly, pulling me closer to his chest. "I won't let you go. Ever."

He then began to sing softly, matching each note in perfect harmony.

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You've come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

As he sung quietly, Carlisle ushered everyone out of the house, hoping to help calm me down.

Word by word, my shacking and sobbing slowed, although my panic stayed, not letting me go from its dark consuming grasp.

Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time

I sighed out, letting his words sooth me more than anything else. I would be able to listen to his voice forever.

And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West

By the end of the song, the panic was completely gone. I couldn't help but sigh out gently, finally able to remove my teeth from his neck. I kept my head buried in his neck, ashamed of my actions and thoughts. He half cried out, half moaned as I sealed his wound, but otherwise stayed quiet and breathed evenly.

Maybe Carlisle was right? Maybe we did need to mate, to become one. I craved to have his mark on me, showing the world that he was mine. I wasn't really wanting to do it this way, but I was out of choices. I wasn't sure what wouldhappen the next time I become overwhelmed.

I slowly moved my hand from his torso and shredded shirt to the other side of his neck that had yet to be marked. I kept my touch feather light, playing with the ends of his hair. It was like silk.

Even slower, I moved my hand behind his neck where I began to massage at the base of his skull, although not very hard as his head lay weakly against the couch. I didn't think I took that much from him, did I?

I brought my lips to my mark, tenderly kissing him. Other than the lust filled moan, he didn't move.

After a couple of seconds, I moved back, hoping I was still his. I feared I had acted like a child one too many times and he'd want nothing to do with me any longer.

Pulling back, I was met with a tired, but lust filled gaze of Garrett. His eyes were pitch black and rimed with dark circles. He slowly blinked, like he was tired andhad just began to recover from being sick.

My own eyes widened before my vision clouded with unshed tears. I had caused my mate such distress.

"Hey," Garrett whispered out using his palm to rub my cheek to bring me back to the present. "I'm okay." A pause. "But I do need more blood. I can't get it myself." His voice was quiet, just above a whisper.

I simply nodded, trying to figure out how I was going to do that.

"Bag on table," he said seeing my worry. He shifted his gaze towards the end table, where there were at least five bags sitting in a steaming silver bowl of water.

Other than the small glance, he didn't move. I did that. I cause him to be so weak.

I began to panic once more, my breaths fast and shallow. I felt horrible that I caused my mate such pain, making him so weak he couldn't move.

"Bella," Garrett called, raising his voice a notch to get my attention as his palm stayed put on my cheek. "There yaa'e," he said, breaking his words up as his voice gave out. I blinked, letting him know I heard him. "I need that blood. You 'ave to help me, babe."

His voice lowered word by word, although he kept his face calm and tender, not at all deterred by my panic stricken face.

"Please, baby," he pleaded after a few moments as I stayed frozen.

"Yeah. Blood," I said, trying to force myself to move. "Got it."

I sat up a little more, moving my hand that was on his neck down to his bare chest. He had a small dusting of hair against his slightly darker skin tone. I couldn't help but get desecrated by how smooth and strong he looked, and thinking about what he may have done before he was turned. I ran my hand through his light colored chest hairs, watching how his muscles flexed.

I half way wondered what happened to his shirt, as he had one on when we came down the stairs.

Garrett's hand that was on my cheek slid down to my neck, holding me there. His hold on me was light, but felt like it weighed me down, keeping me in place. He had total control over my body.

"Blood, Bella," he reminded me softly, but urgently.

"Huh?" I asked, dazed. I forced myself to meet his eyes once more. "Oh, right." I then quickly reached over for a blood bag, tearing it opened and bringing it to my mate's mouth. I held it tightly, letting him drink the red goodness.

I watched as he swallowed every last drop. I couldn't help but be memorized by his Adams apple.

After he finished the first bag, I was quick to get him another one, tearing it opened and holding it for him, even as his hands wrapped around my own. I was determined to bring him back to health, give him back to his strength. It was my duty after everything I had put him through in such a short amount of time.

"Thank you, dear one," he said after finishing the second bag and letting it fall to the floor.

Gently, he cupped my cheek in his palm, and I couldn't help but lean into it, feeling his strength return through the small gesture. I'm sure my heart would be beating twice as fast if it was still beating.

He smiled tenderly, almost lovingly at me. I couldn't help but lean in, meetinghis lips in a soft caress. His look was so tender, full of hope and adoration, I couldn't help but kiss him, pouring my need for forgiveness into the kiss.

He met me readily, wrapping his arms tight around me and holding me close to his chest. My hands had a mind of their own as they wrapped around his neck, tangling into his hair. His hands wrapped themselves in my own long hair as our kiss deepened.

He opened his mouth, letting me explore.

My lower belly grew with butterflies, as he was pulling me towards him while he moved his hands to my skull, slightly pulling and tugging me closer to him. His cock was hard underneath my legs, igniting the fire.

"Take me to bed, Garrett," I said, breaking away as I panted.