(A/N: New Chapter, as promised for once. I got a brand new printer and I am so excited about it that I may die. Enjoy, please review. Sometimes I just feel like scrapping this story because it sucks.)

We walked through the various rooms of the beach house, from the nice sleek kitchen to the big white bedroom. He was fascinated by it all and I was fascinated by him. That fit with the pattern of how things usually went. After the tour, we went back to the kitchen to get him a snack. I could hear the crashing ocean outside, serving as a beautiful background music to the main event, which was my Edward.

" Better eat now, because soon all you will crave is blood," I half joked, but the over whelming truth of the statement took away from the fun. He nodded, and got some chocolate ice cream out of the freezer.

"Couldn't pick a better last meal," he grinned, filling up a large bowl of the stuff. He got out a silver spoon and added some chocolate sauce that he had found. I was glad that Alice told the house keepers to restock the fridge anyway. Though in a few days we would both be vampires, this moment was one that I would forever look back on as happy.

" So, where's this going to happen?" Edward asked, sitting down to eat his treat.

" If you are still sure about it, I was thinking the bedroom would be the best place. At least it will be the most comfortable for you," I replied. If I could have blushed I would, for obvious reasons.

" Okay, sounds good. Tell me again what this is going to feel like?" He asked. I grimaced. Telling him what it will feel like wouldn't help him at all. But I complied anyway.

"It's going to burn. The burning comes from my venom, which will be coursing through your veins for a couple days," I told him honestly. I would hide nothing from him. There was no reason to, for he would find out what it truly felt like any time now.

"Gotcha," he said as he slurped up the remnants of the chocolate ice cream. He walked over to the sink and washed out the bowl, placing it in the dish washer after he was done. He stuck the spoon in there too, and turned it on.

"I'm ready when you are," he said. I nodded and grabbed his hand and led him into the huge white bedroom. I hugged him as tight as I could without killing him, and he gave me a quick kiss. He jumped up on the white king sized bed and laid down. He cocked his head to the side in an obvious ready position.

"I'll be here the whole time, waiting for you to wake up. I love you," I told him, compassion seeping through my voice. I hopped up on the bed beside him slowly. He closed his eyes and I bit down on the warm flesh of his neck.

His warm blood seeped into my mouth, cooling off the constant burning at the base of my throat. I let go of his neck and stepped back from him before the true frenzy began. He relied on me and there was absolutely no way I was killing him. Thinking hard, I wondered if biting his wrists would make the transformation go faster or just add unnecessary pain.

As Edward started writhing on the mattress, it brought me back to my own transformation. Carlisle had to replicate the wounds he had received in Italy when he was turned, since he hadn't turned anyone himself before me. It had just brought unsavory pain. I decided to spare Edward from that, and just let the venom take control now.

I stood there, looking at my mate as he writhed in pain. He hadn't made a sound yet, but his facial expression gave a view into the terror going on inside his veins. I jumped back onto the bed beside him, and whispered reassurances in his ear. I locked my cool hands gently around his wrists, as if I could somehow sooth the sweltering pain within. I knew I was no match for the burning, but I placed cool kisses on his warm face anyways. I removed his precious glasses, just in case he accidentally broke them sometime during the transformation. I placed them in a bedside drawer, he wouldn't need them anymore anyways. They would be a nice momento from our time together when he was human.

I laid down beside him once more, wishing I could extract the brutal pain from his body. I would bear the burning once again if it meant he wouldn't have to feel it. I nestled my head in the side of his neck that was not wounded, and pretended my icy skin could somehow ease the pain.

I began humming the complex melody of Clair De Lune, hoping he could hear me and take some comfort from it. My humming and the beat of his fighting, racing heart composed a tragic symphony. The terrifying thing was that the brutal music would last for days. But there was a shining light at the end of the gruesome tunnel, the light of forever with Edward, safe and happy. After the transformation, the Volturi cannot harm either of us because I fulfilled my duty to change him. I placed my cool hand over his forehead, like somewhat of an ice pack and settled into the position I would take until he could move me himself.

(A/N: Next chapter up tomorrow. Hope you liked.)