Documentary Ch.13

HI everybody! Cool, 2 chapters today! Hey, this chapter is more gooshey and lovey-dovey than the other chapters so not a lot of laughs, i tried. But hey, funny next chapter! Also F.Y.I. Gonna go some more chapters then end this story. Yes, end, so sorry. But hey, sequal!! YAAAYYYYY!! I got some good ideas for it, but this story won't end for at the least 5 more chapters so you have nothing to fear...Yet.

OKAY! HYPERVENALIATION TIME! Go to the fabulous Ms Stephenie Meyer's website and scroll till you see the cover of Entertainment Weekley, Twilight cover, Robert Pattinson's chest isn't covered! SEXY! GO NOW! /

Grabs inhaler and uses it! AHHHH (Yes, sadly i do have asthma, not trying to make fun, true story)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Documentary Ch. 13

"I'm Itchy"

"Are you gonna explain all of…all of…all of this?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good! 'Cause I'm like totally lost! I have no idea what's going on and if I have to wait any longer to figure it out, I might just spontaneously combust!"

He laughed lightly then looked at me with eyes full of compassion. I had never really noticed the color of his eyes before, they were beautiful; butterscotch colored, a light, stunning topaz.

"Well…where should I start."

"How about explaining to me why you…why you…why you sparkle?"

He laughed again and then sighed. "Okay, well I guess I have to start from the beginning then, don't I?"

"That's usually a good place to start."

"It is."

"…Well?"

"My name was Edward Anthony Mason. I was born in Chicago in 1901 and I lived with my mother and father. It was in 1918 that I became what I am." He seemed to spit on the word.

"What are you?"

"Do you really wanna know?"

"Well DUH! Of course I wanna know! You're a freaking sparkling God for the Lord's sake! I do wanna know! I really, really, do."

He looked at me in that frustrated way again, like he was trying to see deep into my thoughts. It was starting to make me nervous, considering what I was looking at.

"What? Why do you always stare at me like that? Are you trying to read my mind?" I laughed a little, that was crazy.

"…"

I was shocked. "What? Oh my God! You are trying to read my mind! AHHHHH! Oh my God! Ohhhhhhhhhh my God! Crap! Shoot! Damn! UGHHHH!" I sighed and smacked my forehead. "Ow. Now you probably think I'm a hopeless idiot. Don't you?"

"Me? No. I don't think you're a 'hopeless idiot'."

"But…But…Can't you read my mind. Don't you know what I am thinking?"

"No."

"But…"

"Let me continue on with the story, okay? I'll explain everything, don't worry. And for the record, I can't know what you're thinking." And before I could interrupt with more babble, he held up his hand and continued talking.

"I was sick. I was dying. My parents were already dead and that's when Carlisle found me." When he said his (current) father's name he sounded so admiring. "He had taken care of my parents and he knew I was alone," (A/N: Direct quote, Edward is sexy!)

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

It was silent for a minute more until Edward started talking again.

"Are you positive you want to know what I am, if you don't wanna know I can take you back and I'll leave…forever."

"NO!" I answered too quickly, I blushed, he traced the back of his fingers over my blush again. "I wanna know what you are. And I don't want you to leave." This statement just made me blush more.

"Okay then, I'll tell you. Did you know that you're quite adorable when you blush." Then of course I blushed some more.

"Just tell me what you are, please. Spontaneous Combustion, remember?"

He laughed. "Well…I'm, I'm, I'm…"

"Oh, C'mon, spit it out! I can handle it. Promise."

"I'm a vampire."

I tried to compose myself before I started talking again, lest my shock and surprise seep through in my voice. I nodded a few times, and then looked at him.

Mistake.

He was looking past me, into the forest it seemed. The look on his face was sad, remorseful, and slightly pleading. It seemed like forever until he looked at me again, then he smiled a little smile that took my breath away.

"You're not going to run away, or videotape me and exploit me to the world?"

"No. Why would I do that."

"Ohhhhh…I dunno? You just met some guy who took you to an almost inhumanly beautiful place, sat you down, sat next to you and started glowing then told you he was a vampire. Besides that?"

"I wouldn't do that to you."

"And why not?"

"Because…"the three little words got stuck in my throat, I blushed.

"Will you tell me why you're blushing?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?" He stroked my face again this time but instead of pulling away his hand he flipped it around and ran his icy palm down my jaw line and to my chin which he then pulled up. "Please." His eyes were burning with curiosity, I guess he was telling the truth when he said he couldn't read my mind. "Please." He repeated one more time.

"Because…Because…Because I think…I think I'm in love with you."

(If this were a TV show, this is where a frustrating commercial break would go!)

"Oh." Was all he said, I tried to look away from his face but his hand held my chin tight and the best I could do was to look down. "Oh."

"Are you mad at me now?"

"No."

"Are you mad at yourself?"

"Yes."

"Don't be." This time I looked up and placed my hand over his and slid it off my face, then lacing my fingers through his. He looked at our hands and then at my face.

"Why shouldn't I be mad at myself?"

"Because you've done nothing wrong."

"Yes, I have!" He stood up, ripping our hands apart. I was startled, his eyes seemed to grow darker. "I led you on! And I shouldn't have! This can't work Bella! It just can't! You have a whole life ahead of you and I can't stop you from living it! But if I start spending too much time around you, I just might!"

"What do you mean!?"

"I mean, Bella, that you are appallingly delicious. The smell of you're blood….Vampire! Remember! Do you? The more time I spend with you, the more delicious you smell," he almost moaned this. "I can't…I refuse to take your life away!"

"So this is all a mistake!?" I stood up now, angry.

"No."

"Yes!"

"It's not!"

"That's what you made it sound like!" Then he walked over to where I was standing and he grabbed my face, kinda roughly, in his hands.

"Bella, I'm sorry." He was forcing me to look at him. He was too perfect. Espically his face, I just wanted to rip his clothes off right now and… "I'm sorry. That came out all wrong. I just couldn't live with myself if I killed you." I shuttered at the word. "And the only reason that I acted so rashly just now is because…I think I love you too."

"Oh." Was all I could say. His eyes were burning with passion and I could feel the tears welling up in mine. I sank down to the ground, taking him with me, and we kept staring at each other in the warm sunlight.

"Why are you crying?" A single tear had escaped.

"Because you're too perfect."

"Oh." He pulled me closer then, he pulled my head so it was resting against his chest and he moved his arms from my face to my waist and he held me close. I don't know how long we sat like that, for a long time I suppose. When I finally looked up at the sky, the sun was setting and I was slightly surprised by it.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing, it's just late."

"Oh." He didn't seem to want to leave.

"Can we leave now? I'm itchy."

He laughed then and helped me to my feet. He was all too perfect.