A/N; Soo sorry it has been a while- real life and Hidden Moon have kicked my ass! So here it is.. the 'talk' that we have been waiting for. I hope you enjoy!

I do not own Twilight- but I do own a green mug! Its awesome!

Chapter 13

EPOV

I was nervous as fuck. I mean what did she need to talk to me about? Whatever it was, it didn't sound like a happy talk. It felt more like one of those talks, you know the ones. I'll get the 'it's not you it's me' speech and then she will kick me out on my ass. How pathetic would that be? I'll be the only vampire in history whose mate doesn't return the sentiment and can't complete the bond. Fuck! I was anxious. Emmett couldn't drive any faster than he was, but I wasn't sure if I didn't want him to slow down to prolong the inevitable.

We made back to the house in record time and I flashed up to my room to shower and change. I sent Bella a text letting her know that I was back and would be over soon. Here response was short and sweet a simple 'okay'. I tried not to read too much into it, but it was hard. I wanted to consult with Alice but she was conspicuously absent. She has disregarded my texts and calls. All through my shower I obsessed about everything; Bella, tonight, Alice and her absence. I puttered around my room trying to get ready and when I could fidget no more I sat on my couch. I did not know if I could do this.

A chirp from my phone alerted me to a text:

I will tell you nothing, you need to deal with this. It will be ok.-A

I wish I could say Alice alleviated my fear and anxiety, but she didn't. Strangely, I knew that only Bella would be able to soothe me. She was my mate and with that came so many wonderful and crazy things. How they would play out with Bella being human was the biggest mystery we faced. But, I knew I needed to see her. I needed to calm this ache that had settled in my chest.

Looking back I couldn't tell you why, but I decided to run to Bella instead of drive. Maybe I should have seen it as some kind of clue. Whatever the reason, I ran and used it as the opportunity to clear my mind and calm my nerves. Without knowing what would be happening once I got there, I still felt myself growing excited and happier the closer I got to her house. It was automatic; she was where my happiness would always rest.

Hesitantly I knocked lightly on the door and waited for her to open the door. It in that moment I began to understand the expression 'butterflies in the stomach'. It felt as I would vomit all over her front stoop I was that fucking nervous. I heard as she walked to the door and held my breath as she slowly opened it up.

When the door open and I saw her standing there, it was surreal. Three days away from her was way too long. It was like I forgot how beautiful she was. I missed everything there was to miss about her. But looking at her now, I could see that the past few days were just as rough for her as they were for me. She had tired circles under her eyes and they were missing their usual sparkle. Her entire posture looked defeated and there was just the barest hint of a smile on her face.

"Hey, Bella. I missed you so much." I moved closer to her and surprisingly she backed away from me. Something is very, very wrong here. The confusion must have been written clear across my face, but I never expected what happened next.

"I know you're a vampire!" Oh, fuck me!

BPOV

Shit, why in the hell did I just blurt that out. I had it all planned. I was going to ease him into it; I was going to be calm and rational about it all. But one look at his face and the disappointment when I stepped away and my verbal filter was gone. I said it before I knew what I was doing. Oh, fuck me! This is going to be bad, so very bad.

"Wha- what did you say?" He looked shocked and confused and scared as hell. I knew he heard me but it was like he was trying to give himself some more time to think.

I couldn't look him in the eye and I turned to walk back into the house and sat on the sofa, "I know that you're a vampire." My words grew softer with each word spoken until the last was just the faintest of whispers. My head was in my hands. I couldn't look at him and I wasn't sure why.

I wasn't scared of him, hell no; I was in awe of him and felt so very average next to him. Ugh, this isn't going the way that I thought it would. Leave it to me to fuck up the most important conversation of my life. I carefully watched him, as his eyes got large, there was nervousness, sadness and finally resignation all across his face. Suddenly he was in the room, and he sat in Charlie's chair and I had to fight back a smile, him in Charlie's chair, so strange. Now it was his turn to place his head in his hands. It looked so very depressing on him and I could not have that. I made a move towards him but stopped when he spoke.

"Yes, I am a vampire." His head was still down and the words were muffled and soft, but there was no mistaking them. I was right, oh my fucking god! I paused and just looked at him. He was a vampire. I rolled that sentence in my head over and over. After awhile it didn't seem so odd.

I was lost in my own musings when I felt his gaze upon me and when I looked there was such anguish and fear that everything I was thinking and feeling just fell away. All I could see was him and how much pain he was in. He shouldn't feel pain, he shouldn't be sad. He should be happy, carefree, laughing, anything but what I see before me.

I didn't think, I didn't over analyze- I just went to him and fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around him. I poured all the comfort I could muster into my arms. I wanted to rock him, but he was immovable and stiff. How long I stayed there kneeling, I have no idea. But eventually I felt his arms slowly engulf me into his embrace and he held me tight. Together we held each other, giving something to the other. It was perfect.

"I wanted to tell you, Bella. I swear I did." His words were muted as he still held me tight to him. Even without seeing his face, I knew what was there, concern, sorrow, and fear. His voice was pleading for me to understand. Funny thing, I did. I mean how does one bring up that one is a vampire? It's not the topic you bring up at dinner or bed time- really there was no good time to bring it up. It was better that I found out like I did and I told him so.

"It's ok, Edward, really it is. I mean, I get it. How do you bring up that you're a vampire?" I pulled away from him and looked him straight in the eye. "I am not mad or scared. Maybe its better that I found out this way, it's easier for both of us." I smiled at him to show that I wasn't lying. Ever so gently, I cupped his face in my hand and stroked his cheek. I watched as his eyes fluttered closed in relief.

Seconds later he opened his eyes and what I saw there made me happy. Gone was the sadness and the fear and its place was joy and love. It was so clear and true that I was breathless. His eyes were fathomless with their intensity and it was dazzling. I smiled at him to show I saw what was reflected in his eyes. Wordlessly, he pulled me from my knees and sat me next to him.

"I bet you have lots of questions, and I will answer them all. So tell me how you figured it out?" I searched his face and saw he was completely comfortable with talking about this. In fact there was a playfulness and it made me happy. Just maybe everything was going to be ok.

"Well, I figured it out on my own, but I was pushed in the right direction by Jacob."

"Jacob? Do I know him?" He was perplexed.

"He is the son of one of Charlie's friends, Billy Black. I went to their house on Wednesday. That is why we couldn't hang out." It may have been my imagination, but I swear his eyes narrowed at the mention of Billy. But before I could look closely, it was gone. Still, my curiosity got the better of me. I mean, he did say he would answer my questions, right?

"Do you know Billy? You seemed to react to his name."

He let loose a slow exhale of air and turned to look outside, 'Yes, I know of him and his family. How I know them will be something I tell you later. Now, I want to know what Jacob told you."

Even though he evaded my question, I trusted him when he said he would tell me later, there was no need to pressure him now. There were other more important things to discuss, like him being a vampire and what that meant for us. So, I told him of my evening with the Blacks, the myths that Jacob mentioned and how Jacob was acting like such a puppy dog, it was kind of funny.

"I mean, if I have to go there again, I swear, Edward, I am bringing a leash." I was laughing so hard, that it took me a while to see that he was just staring at me. It was intense and it was wild, and all it made me feel was wanted by him. I watched as he slowly closed the distance between us and devoured my lips. There was nothing gentle or soft about this kiss, it was fierce and demanding. His lips were moving so fast over mine, licking, sucking, pressing. I pulled away from him a fraction of an inch so I could breathe and I swear I heard him utter, mine, over and over. But I wasn't sure.

Minutes later when Edward had finally pulled away, we got back to the topic at hand. I wanted to ask him what just happened, but it felt like it wasn't the right time. So I filed it away for future reference.

"Well, after your little talk with Jacob, what did you do next?" He continued on with the tale as if nothing had happened. But he couldn't hide everything. He still had a slight smirk on his lips and his eyes were bright and dancing. He wasn't nearly as unaffected as he's trying to project. Good to know that I can get to him.

"I looked up Quileute legends and myths, which led me to the Cold Ones and then I did some searching on the internet. That's where I saw all the references to vampires." I paused, not sure if he wanted me to go on.

"What made you think I was a vampire?" He was so calm about everything, like he was completely fine with me knowing this huge secret about him. It was comforting and disconcerting all at the same time.

"Most of the information did not seem to fit. But there were a few things that stuck out, the fact that I have never really seen you eat; you seem to be really strong..." I watched as he looked at me at that one.

"There were a few times when we were hiking hat you seem to move huge fallen branches with one hand." I shrugged, I was watching him so much that day, and it was hard to believe he was right there with me.

"Here I thought I was being sneaky." He chuckled at the idea of me catching him displaying his talents, if he thought it was funny, he must be ok with this. He gestured for me to continue.

"But, mostly, there was always the feeling that you're something other than an ordinary human, teenage boy. The way you speak, the way you carry yourself, the way that you look. There is definitely something 'other' about you." I even made the quotation marks with my fingers. Running my hands through my hair, I looked at him. "I don't know there is just something about you, Edward. It calls to me; it tells me that you're someone special." My voice was a faint whisper at the end. I wasn't even sure why I felt the need to express how I felt to him, but heavens did it did feel right.

I chanced a glance and looked at him from underneath my lashes. His beautiful face held a soft smile and he was looking right at me. Was it too much to hope that my words appealed to him, made him happy? But my courage to speak my feelings was short lived; suddenly I wanted to know more about him. What it really meant to be a vampire. I mean, why isn't he draining me of my blood?

"Um, not to be rude or anything, but um, why haven't you tried drinking my blood?" A fierce blush spread across my face. Now that I said the words, I felt really stupid. The booming laugh from Edward didn't help matters as well. He must have found what I said extremely hilarious as he was holding his sides and was laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh, Bella! That was just too damn cute." He let a few more chuckles go and then, seeing that I was not laughing with him, he sobered up. "Ok, I guess that is a fair question to ask. But the way you asked, well it was kind of adorable." He winked at me to show that he was taking all in good strides. I gave him a tentative smile, feeling very off kilter around him. "Would you like to hear my story, Bella?"

I nodded quickly. The chance to hear about him and his life was intriguing. I snuggled down on the couch and faced him, ready to soak it all up. I wasn't prepared for the story he told. I listened with rapt attention as he explained how Carlisle found him dying and decided to change him. But wait, would that mean that Carlisle is a vampire as well?

"Wait, wait. Are you telling me that Carlisle is a vampire? Does Esme know this?" Again, he let loose another chuckle and I glared at him.

"I am sorry. I guess I assumed you figured it out. We all are vampires, Bella. Carlisle created everyone except Alice and Jasper." My mouth dropped open at that one. Seriously, Alice is a vampire? That just blew my mind away. Needing time to process it all, I asked him to continue on with his story. He gave me one look, trying to see if I was truly ok with everything. Afraid of what he may see, I nodded and smiled.

So he continued his tale of Carlisle changing him, their finding Esme and her and Carlisle falling in love. He spoke vaguely on how they found Rosalie, battered and bloodied and Carlisle taking pity on her. Then years later, how she found Emmett and begged Carlisle to change him. I laughed when he recalled how Alice and Jasper came to them and he had to find a new room as she had kicked him out.

He explained how Carlisle was changed and how that led him to discover the ability to feed off animals. He demonstrated the speed, strength and agility that vampires possess. I found it quite funny as she jumped from the tree in my yard, to the roof and then back again. He was such a blur it was hard to follow him. When I told him that, he laughed and said that he wasn't moving as fast as he could. That floored me.

I learned how they moved around a lot and that they pretend to be human so they can stay in one place for longer. He explained how that is a rarity for others of their kind. I asked him how many times he has gone through high school and it took him 2 minutes to count it all up. He went on to tell me about all the different degrees he holds and where he has gone to college. I was feeling a bit insignificant after that.

In all his talking, he never told me how old he was and I just had to know. "Um, Edward? How old are you?" If he heard my hesitation, he did not say anything. He just calmly responded.

"I was born in Chicago on June 20, 1901 and Carlisle changed me in the fall of 1918. I am forever frozen at seventeen."

"Wow. But that means your 109 years old. That is just amazing to think about. Is there anything else special about you or your family?" I tried to wrap my mind around living for over a hundred years, it was mind-boggling.

"Well, Alice, Jasper and I have extra talents if you want to call them that. Alice has visions of the future, Jasper can sense and influence emotions of others and I can read minds, well everyone but yours." He gave me his crooked smile and I swear my heart stopped beating.

"That is just too much to take in." My head fell to the back of the couch as everything that he told me over the last hour or so just floated around inside my head. I wanted to ask what this meant for us, why he was with me and not some other vampire female.

It was then I remembered what he said earlier, "You mentioned that you were going to tell me what you are, why? Wouldn't it be better if I didn't know?"

He looked at me thoughtfully for a few moments, but then shook his head. He reached up to cup my cheek as he spoke, "Yes and no. Yes, in that humans should not be made aware of our existence. No, in that you are special to me, very special."

The whole time he was speaking, my body was filled with that delicious jolt that always accompanies his touch. I closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling. I was addicted to it.

"Do you feel that?" His question was the quietest of whispers, but I felt as if he was talking to my soul, to me it was loud and clear.

"Yes, I always have. It's amazing. I wonder if it means anything." My eyes fluttered open and looked deep into his amber colored eyes. They were mesmerizing; they sucked me in and held me captive.

"It means a lot, actually. I am just worried that you won't like what it means." His face held sadness and apprehension, and I did not like it. I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him close. His tantalizing scent washed over me, calming me instantly. Placing feather light kisses on his lips and chin I whispered, "How could something that makes me feel so good, mean something bad? There is no way you can tell me anything that I won't like. I promise you."

Even though I had no idea what I was promising, I knew I could keep it. That charge that I feel whenever I touch him, means something and it's a good thing, I know this deep down. I wasn't going to be afraid of what he would say, for it could only mean something good. He pulled me so I was snuggled up to him on his chest and it felt perfect. I was right where I was supposed to be, it was safety and comfort, it was home. I closed my eyes and breathed him in deep. He lightly ran his fingers up and down my arm and it was exhilarating.

"That spark, that connection that we both feel when we touch, means something in the vampire world. It means that we are mates that we are made for each other. My father has never heard of it between a human and a vampire. But each couple in our family has experienced it with their own mates. You should also know that vampires mate for life. For me, Bella, you are the one."

His words were said softy, gently, even soothingly. As if he was trying to lessen the blow of them. But there was nothing to cushion. As he spoke, there was a feeling of recognition deep in me, something clicked and it felt right. I maneuvered myself so I could look at him. My fingers lightly stroked his cheek and jaw. I saw truth, honesty, and I saw love. It took my breath away.

"We are mates?" I couldn't think beyond that, still reeling from feeling as if some long buried truth finally came to light. "What does that mean? Do I get to keep you? Do you love me?" I tried to swat away the insecurities, but I needed to know what he felt, how he saw this all. I needed to know that he was affected by it as well.

"Yes, we are mates, if you will have me. As for what it means for us, it can mean whatever we want it to mean. I so hope you want to keep me, for I love you, Bella, so very much."

Our lips crashed together in a jumbled haze of need and longing. His tongue swept my lips and I opened up for him. Our breaths mingled to create a potent mixture of sweet and savory. I pulled him down and wove my fingers in his hair. A low groan escaped but was swallowed whole by his mouth. Our lips continued to move in a dance that was all ours. It was passion and affirmations, it was need and desperation.

When I needed to breathe he trailed wet, open mouthed kisses along my jaw, to my ear, down my neck and back again. I clung to him tighter, needing to feel him over every inch of me. I needed to get close and wished I could crawl inside him. I trailed my own kisses along his neck, licking every few inches to taste him, I couldn't get enough.

I pulled back, to look at him, needing to tell him what was in my heart, "I love you too, Edward." I gasped as I felt a tug from my heart. It wasn't unpleasant, in fact, it felt wonderful. I was being pulled toward Edward, but it wasn't only my heart, it was everything. My heart, my mind, my body, my very soul was falling towards him. I gripped him tighter but all that did was magnify the feelings. I closed my eyes as the onslaught of emotions was almost too overwhelming. Tears leaked out, "Edward, it's too intense, it's too much." I shook my head, but I didn't want it to stop.

"I know baby, I feel it too." He held me closer as we were wrapped in bonds so strong and connected, it was mind-blowing. I could feel Edward everywhere. Together we rocked and murmured comforting words as we were awash in a sea of love, joy, happiness and contentment. Minutes after it began, it was over and together we breathed a shuddering sigh. I could feel his smile as he kissed my hair.

He pulled me in for a soft kiss, but I needed more. I molded my lips, my body, and my very essence onto him. I deepened our kisses and they were frantic and messy, but I did not care. Neither did Edward, for he respond with his own urgent and frantic kisses, our tongues clashed and lips were sucked. As we kissed, my mind began to chant over and over. I could not help but mouth the words in between kisses.

Mine. Mine. He is MINE!

A/N: Aww now isn't that sweet- and no cliffie! Soo what did ya think? Please leave me some love and maybe you will get a kiss from Edward!