I'm sorry it took me so long to update! When I came home my computer wasn't working. Lame. So I had to wait until it was fixed. And I also had to fix it so reviewers could review on this chapter. So here's the chapter you've all been waiting for!
Chapter 8: BPOV
When his cold lips touched mine, I forgot my own name. It was sweeter than anything I'd ever felt. And it felt right. Too right. And it scared me.
I couldn't let myself get carried away. It would hurt so much more when he really decided he didn't need me.
Even without a beating heart I could feel the pain of a broken one.
Although there was nothing I wanted more than to kiss him back, I had to end it, for the sake of my heart.
"No," I whimpered, and attempted to gently push him away. Being a newborn, I was very unsuccessful with the gentle part. My simple push sent him flying into the wall. I heard a crunch that without a doubt left a dent.
He stared at me, panting, with wide, hurt eyes.
"Oh!" I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. "Edward, I'm so sorry!" I rushed over to him . "Are you alright?"
Before he could answer,
"ISABELLA!" Ronald squalled, "The crowd wants more! Now get your pretty little ass out there before I break down this door and drag you by the hair!"
He was livid. I knew not to take him seriously. But the visual of him attempting to drag me out and me accidentally killing him just didn't appeal to me.
And I didn't want to leave Edward. I finally had him to myself, but it wouldn't last. It couldn't. I knew better. He left for a reason and I didn't believe his bogus excuse. No matter how much it lifted my spirits.
I didn't want to think about the possibility of him actually wanting me back. They were too scarce. I should listen to my butthead manager and sing until I forget.
"I can't do this, Edward," I whispered to him before I swiftly exited my room, shoving past Ronald.
"It's about time!" he exclaimed, still faking the British bit. I ignored him, and ripped out the clip that held my hair back, throwing it to the side.
I knew exactly what song I wanted. "Do you think you could do 'Oh! Darling' by The Beatles?" They all nodded and obliged immediately as I entered the stage, mike in hand. The crowd was still going nuts from my departure.
"Oh! Darling," I began softly,
Please believe me
I'll never do you no harm
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm
Oh! Darling
If you leave me
I'll never make it along
Oh believe me when I beg you
Don't ever leave me alone
Every word was from my heart. He could take it or leave it. I stepped on top of the piano for the climax.
When you told me
You didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me!…
"When you told me!"
I whipped my head around to where the velvety voice came from. Edward was on stage with me, with a microphone, and a look of pure determination in his eyes.
"Oh!" I continued to sing, "You didn't need me anymore!" I stepped down from the piano and we sang together.
"Well you know I nearly fell down and died!" We were completely in each other's faces. He was pleading, I was angry.
I glared at him before I spun around and started to stomp off the stage, shaking my head in anger.
"Oh! Darling,"
He kept going. What was he doing? Entertaining my audience? No. I stopped dead in my tracks, fuming, and jerked around to kick him off my stage.
But he wasn't singing to the audience. His back was facing them, and he was singing to me. That same pleading look in this eyes.
Please believe me
I'll never let you down
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm!
I stared at him, awestruck. A soft, innocent smile played across his face. Why have I been denying him this whole time when he so clearly loved me as much as I did him? Because I'm an idiot, I told myself.
His eyes were still hopeful. I smiled at him reassuringly, and his face lit up, giving me my favorite crooked smile. That was enough for me.
"Goodnight everybody!" I waved our audience. "Drive safely!" I grabbed Edward's hand and we ran at human speed back to my dressing room.
Once we were locked in, he started to speak, but I interrupted him with my lips. Gently this time, I forced him against the wall so I had him pinned. He tasted even sweeter than I remembered.
"Oh, Bella," he whispered against my cheek. He then picked me up, and placed me on the couch, never breaking the kiss. When he laid on top of me, I locked my ankles around his back.
He would have never allowed this as a human. He never would have let our tongues collide for fear of me swallowing his venom. I could taste it now, and it was intoxicating.
EPOV
I was no longer in fear of losing control. Well, I had lost control so to speak, but not for bloodlust. It was regular lust itself.
I touched Bella's face, rememorizing every part of it. She did the same for me. I slid my hands down to her waist, and held them there.
An amount of time passed, and we did nothing but kiss. After a while, I pulled back and leaned my forehead against hers.
"My heart will always belong to you, Bella Swan," I proclaimed. She smiled, as I kissed her neck and laid my head where her heart was.
Then an overwhelming sensation came over me. I didn't know what was happening because it had been so long since I felt it. Liquid started to form in my eyes, and spill over down my face.
I was crying!
I looked to Bella, wanting her to see this strange phenomenon, only to realized she was crying too.
"How?" I choked.
"It's part of my gift," she sobbed.
"Thank you," I whispered.
And we held each other, weeping, for hours.
Well for one I'm sorry it took so long to get up here. And I'm sorry if it's not the best. It seems forced to me because I didn't want to write it. I have another story in my head that I really want to write. So I don't know how this story is going to end.
Review please! And help me figure out the ending!