Bloodtrance

Chapter Twenty

Disclaimer: Me=Not Stephanie Meyer. Me= not author of Twilight Series. Me= author (and owner lol) of this fanfiction Bloodtrance which you are-hopefully- about to enjoy reading.

A/N: Hey y'all we have reached the next 'milestone' so to speak of Bloodtrance- CHAPTER TWENTY! I won't ramble on too much, but for those who don't check my profile, this is just something I needed to check:

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:) Anyway here goes chapter twenty. Enjoy readers…

Edward smiled back faintly, and took a deep breath, closing his eyes, before he began the most unbelievable story I had ever heard…

BPOV

"It seems like centuries have gone by since the day I was attacked…and yet it's barely been a year." Edward's perfect forehead creased with a slight frown, as he stared over at the horizon ahead. "I assume Jasper has told you what he knows already? And Alice?" He glanced round at me, his face expressionless.

I nodded slowly, "Yes, they told me everything they knew." I was quite proud as to how calm I sounded. I was fucking petrified inside. Edward nodded once and then turned away again. I waited patiently as he took a deep breath in, closing his eyes. I wanted more than anything to move closer to him…to comfort him…but he needed the space right now…

"I've always been quite an arrogant person Bella," he admitted softly, his shoulders slacking slightly. "My family…they've always been warning me that my arrogance will get me into trouble one day. I guess that day came a lot sooner than they thought." I sat motionless beside him, my heart pounding ardently at my chest. Could he hear my heart right now? Fluttering faster and faster as the tension built? Was I tempting him too much again? He seemed controlled beside me, so I knocked the thought away.

"We sort of knew of the special hunters… los Cazadores del Diablo… but we didn't know of their sheer strength…their power…" He shook his head and leaned back slightly, arching his back. I remembered how shocked he had been the night Karl had attacked me. Karl had known Edward was a vampire…because he had probably been there on the day of Edward's ambush. He had probably been one who had fed him with… I shuddered at the thought, clenching my fists tight. I jumped as I felt something cold lightly touch my skin and glanced down at my hand. Edward had placed his own gently over mine, taking me by surprise. I had never truly noticed before how cold he was. His hands were pale and icy cold…like death itself. He hesitated at my jump, and began to pull away, but I clasped onto his hand tightly, welcoming his cold touch. I didn't want him to feel like I was afraid of him…I wasn't afraid of him.

"Bella…if you don't want—"

"No it's fine Edward, carry on," I told him, squeezing his hand. "You can tell me everything."

He relaxed beside me, "Thank you Bella." And it was then I could tell how much he had wanted to tell me everything before…he had wanted to tell me everything all along, but had been too afraid of what the truth might do.

"My mother has known of the tale of the master since childhood," he continued. "But it was always believed as a myth…a legend, he didn't really exist. Not until the attacks started in earnest, about a year back, many people missing, their bodies never found…their whereabouts not even clear within a few hours of their disappearance. It was as though they had never existed. Mom and Dad began a search with Renesmee's parents to find the killers…we knew they were definitely strong, possibly young vampires. They were usually the strongest because they had no control, or contrastingly, they were ancient and were the most experienced killers. They found a certain scene where the vampires hadn't been so careful. The victim hadn't survived the transformation, so they left her in the snow. Dad identified the victim and called the police. Mom covered up the scene so it didn't look so…gory, and she covered the fang marks." He peered hesitantly over at me, thinking he had gone too far with the description. I gulped softly, nodding once.

"They took samples of course. We were lucky enough to find her body on time before the vampire blood dried out," he carried on, "They tested the samples, and they discovered it had different…characteristics to any normal vampire we'd come up against before. It was far stronger than anything we'd ever seen, and when Mom tested the sample with silver… we couldn't quite figure out what it was doing exactly, but it was though the vampire was hardly affected by it." I frowned deeply, remembering how the vampire had completely healed after he was shot by Emmett's huge metal bullets. He had look even stronger than before…

"Well, being me, I was determined to find out how the hell to kill the bastards," he explained, his tone darkening. "I set up signals across the areas where the recent attacks had been, to monitor the areas, so if something happened I would know, and I'd be ready. They saw me coming a mile away. I had no chance." I bit down on my tongue, ready for the climax of the story. How could he have been so…stupid?

"I caught a signal several miles from our house late at night. Mom and Dad were still busy researching the case. Emmett and Rosalie were on patrol that night. None of them knew what I was up to. So I set out with my Black Rose, and silver stakes, and headed out to catch some vamps. I realise now how stupid I had been, I guess I should have told someone—"

"Damn right you should have told someone!" I couldn't help blurting out indignantly. I shot at glance at him nervously, scared I had crossed the line, but he just smiled and shrugged.

"I was an idiot Bella, and I wanted to save my family," he explained simply. I could see through the masked expression on his face…he was feeling guilty, and pretty damn sorry for himself. I didn't blame him. He had only wanted the best for his family, and had stepped right into the trap.

"I reached my tracker, and found what I was looking for," his voice brought me back to reality. "Their newest victim was on the floor, already dead, they hadn't bothered to keep him alive. They had what they had been waiting for." He paused to let that sink in, and I let out a sharp gasp of horror, clutching my throat with my free hand. They had set out a trap.

"There were two of them at first, I shot them down with my gun, and I honestly thought for a moment that I had rid of them. I honestly thought that was it, that once they lost a few, they would run away. Wrong again. The ones I had shot…they were up in a flash, and in seconds I was completely surrounded by them. At least a dozen of them. I had no chance at all.

"I put up a fight, but it was useless, they were too strong, even for me. I had never lost a fight… not till then." I pictured him standing defenseless, surrounded by a horde of hungry menacing vampires, ready to demolish him.

"They played around for a while…disappearing and appearing again. Knocking me to the ground, slashing at my skin. They even let me run away, like they were playing tag. Playing with their food." I shuddered at the thought. Karl had done almost exactly the same to me…the way he had touched me, taunting me…playing with his prey…

"I yelled out at them, and told them to just finish it…to kill me now and be done with it," he told me gravely. "That hadn't been their idea at all-" his voice turned disgusted and I felt his hand shake slightly in my own. "They had intended far worse for me…" I gulped softly. Of course. The Cazadores had no mercy. Killing him would have been too kind…too generous. They wanted him to suffer…and his family with him. I couldn't even begin to imagine how it must have been for Carlisle and Esme, watching their son day by day, knowing what he was…what he was soon to become. They had to watch everyday as he suffered, thirsting for blood…my blood. Whenever I was near him, I was causing him pain. How could any parent endure that? To know their youngest son would live forever and they would not? To know he had suffered cruelly at the hands of their enemy?

"They came out of nowhere, and pinned me to the ground in no time," Edward continued. "I struggled instinctively, just as one of them leaned forwards and inhaled deeply at my neck, taking in my scent. I felt a pair of cold hands at my face, holding me securely in a clamp-like hold. I closed my eyes, ready for the worst. I knew my family were safe at least, away from danger for now. I heard the creature moan at my neck, and then felt the sudden sharp sting as its fangs sunk into my skin at last. I gritted my teeth, ignoring the stabbing pain as it sucked the life out of me, biting down harder. I had hoped Alice would pay them back for me…give them a few swipes of her blades…" I heard him chuckle darkly, and I blinked furiously, shocked as to how absorbed I had gotten into his story. It was as though I had been there myself; I could almost see how it had been…the full picture. Edward had looked totally different last night, as though he had been completely consumed by some sort of demon. He had been surrounded by them himself not long ago, all ready to devour him.

"I thought it was over then," his voice was barely a whisper now, and I had to strain hard to hear his words. "I had thought they would suck me dry, and then it would be over. Not exactly a painless death…but tolerable. I thought they would probably hang my body up or something, as a warning to the vampire hunters…how wrong I had been." He paused again, gazing ahead at something I could not see; a not so distant memory, his eyes clouded with concealed anguish. What had they done to him?

"What did they do?" I choked, unable to fully mask my horror. He peered over at me curiously, his expression tired, and I struggled to compose myself. Stay calm Bella…His lips curved into a slight smile, and could tell he was struggling to keep a straight face. I restrained a frown. What was it with guys and hiding their emotions? I honestly didn't mind if he cried. Hell, I wanted him to cry…he never really seemed to let out any emotion other than anger…sometimes pain, but I wanted him to just be himself, and let me comfort him. I wanted him to reveal his true feelings so I could fully see the guy I had fallen in love with. He seemed in control with himself though; he sighed shakily, and squeezed my hand gently. He just needed to tell me everything.

"The creature stopped drinking from me and leaned back. I was barely conscious, but I could tell it was female. If she hadn't have been what she was, I would have said she was beautiful…long glossy jet black hair…like the night sky, rippling down her shoulders, her body slender, her face flawless…except for the gleaming red eyes and the long deadly fangs. As we know of course…vampires are far from beautiful. They are alluring…dangerous…seductive." He snarled the last few words, and I shuddered at the memory of Karl's sexy, persuasive eyes, tempting me towards him… until he fully transformed into the monster he was. How could someone so evil and dangerous, be so beautiful? It just wasn't fair.

"The female moved aside, and another took her place. He held a small bottle in his hand, which he uncorked, and then he leaned towards me, tipping it forwards. I knew how vampires were formed; they were fed the blood of their attacker, directly from them. The victim would endure hours upon hours of agonizing pain, and some, if not most would not survive. The blood contained within the bottle was from their Master. If fed his blood, the victim would most likely survive the transformation and would be much stronger than any other ordinary vampire in existence. I didn't know back then, what was contained in that bottle, but I knew enough. I struggled and kicked, closing my mouth firmly shut, hardly daring to believe this was happening to me.

"I heard one of them laugh, cold and high pitched, and a pair of fingers closed over my nose. I struggled harder than ever, knowing all too well that soon I had to breathe. I couldn't drink it…I would not drink it…no way in hell was I becoming one of them. I'd have rather died that night…"

I felt my eyes burn, as I overlooked the scene in my mind; Edward tossing and turning desperately as they made him suffer…become the one creature he truly hated above all things…

"I couldn't hold my breath any longer," he said gravely, his tone more pained than ever. "I gasped loudly, and my mouth opened for a split second. They stuffed the tip of the bottle in my mouth, pouring the contents in. I choked and spluttered, disgusted at the taste of blood in my mouth, struggling against the vice-like hold on me. It took only a few seconds for the blood to start its course…blending with what little blood I had left…and then the pain began." His voice broke at the last few words, and my eyes clouded with approaching tears of remorse. The pain had only just begun…

"There's…nothing I can really say to describe the pain," Edward explained matter-of-factly, pushing himself further up the boulder, closer to me. I stared at him, completely muted with shock. "You know when people say that you can always remember when you've hurt yourself badly, like broken a leg or something, but you can never really remember the pain?" He glanced at me questioningly. I nodded slowly, unable to speak. I barely remembered the pain his bite had inflicted on me not hours ago…

"This pain…well…let's just say this is a new level of pain. The pain I felt that night…it was something that no one could ever forget. Not ever." I bit down on my tongue, fighting the desire to grab him and hold him close. Only now he had told me, could I fully apprehend how much pain and suffering he had experienced that night. How much he had been hiding from me…all that agony hidden inside…

"They left me in the snow, wreathing in agony, clawing at my own skin, trying to rip the pain out of me. My vision was completely clouded with the fire that coursed through me. It was…worse than death itself. I was experiencing death and hell combined. My skin felt like it was aflame, my heart ripping apart inside me…my memories…nightmares…all flashing past me. I had never felt so pain in my life…it was worse than any bullet, any broken bone, any slash, any poison I had ever felt. I have had many injuries Bella, even now I can feel pain…but that night was the top of the list by far. I will never forget it." He shuddered vigorously and lay back on the flat surface of the boulder, breathing heavily. I stared down at him, my heart aching. Please Edward…let me share your pain…let me share your suffering. If there was anything I could do to help him…

Slowly, I lowered myself down beside him, resting on my side, facing him. I guided his hand in my own, and gently placed it at his chest. I felt the steady, dangerously slow thumping of his heart on my palm, tired from the strain the transformation must have put him through. He didn't look at me when I moved closer to him, my cheek against his side, but he didn't flinch either. He needed comfort.

"I knew I had to do something to stop it," he choked softly as he stared up at the sky, tainted with the rays of the rising sun. "I knew I had to try and stop the transformation before it was too late. If I fully transformed, I would turn to my family…for the ones I loved the most…I would kill them first. My love for them would turn into hunger…thirst. I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did something to them. I had to try. They only place I could think of…was home. We usually knew all the answers. I knew it was a gamble to even go there; I could risk killing them all, but I knew neither Jasper nor Emmett would have let it get that close. I wouldn't have in their case. I love them, but I would have done what was best for the rest of the family.

"I dragged myself across the ground, clawing at the soil beneath the snow, trying my hardest not to scream too loud, not to alert attention. If any person walked by and saw me they would have been in grave danger. I crawled on all fours for miles…it was a long, agonizing journey back. I could hear my heart slowing at my chest, dangerously slow, and struggled harder. I traveled along the endless path, the snow falling heavily, the howling wind screaming at my ears. My skin was burning, even against the icy cold snow, and I gritted my teeth, holding back the screams. I kept saying to myself…Rosalie may have found something…she was the one who made the 'potions'…maybe she had something…just maybe…

"I had no idea I had arrived home, till I reached the gates themselves. I grabbed hold of the bars, screaming in earnest, the pain now unbearable. Alice found me minutes later. She and Jasper I think brought me inside. I blacked out after a while. Before I lost consciousness, I begged Alice to find something…to end the pain, praying inside that they had found something to stop the transformation. They never did. Rosalie managed to slow it down, and I couldn't be more grateful for that…but I am dying Bella. Everyday that goes by, I am slowly but surely transforming. Transforming into the monster I hunt everyday of my life. I have become the enemy…the nightmare… " He broke off, his body shaking. I pushed myself up to stare into his eyes. They were blazing bright, opened wide with horror. They sparkled slightly, watery with tears. Tears.

"Oh Edward," I sobbed softly, and placed my head on his chest, pulling him close. This was my Edward. He had feelings. Feelings he had been hiding to protect me. I felt his arms finally wrap around me and he held me tightly to him, and his body shook with silent sobs. I buried my head into his chest, the tears overflowing. I loved him so much, and I had no idea of the secrets he had concealed within him. His painful history…

We lay in absolute silence and I held him securely, allowing him this one moment he truly deserved. I could feel a strange connection…I could feel his pain within my own body, his sorrow in my tears. I could feel his every emotion. As equals. So this was what love really felt like. I'd do anything, anything to take away all his pain…I would rather endure it all myself than watch him suffer like that ever again...

Suddenly, I felt him rise up slowly, pulling me with him, holding me close to his chest, and I listened intently to his dying, yet beautifully content heartbeat, absorbing the content atmosphere, and grasping it tightly. I loved him so much…

I felt his lips at my head, soft and soothing, murmuring into my hair. "I'm sorry Bella…I'm so sorry…"

"You're sorry?" I gasped, pulling back to stare at his glorious face, trying to read behind his passionate eyes, which seemed so earnest. Sorry? "Sorry for what?"

He smiled weakly, lighting up his entire face. My heart melted. "For not telling you the truth. For not explaining why I did the things I did…when you fell…you were bleeding…I could feel my control fading…I couldn't help you up…last night…if only you had known what I was…and with Renesmee…"

"Ah Renesmee," I giggled softly, to which he frowned to himself slightly. "Don't worry Edward, it's all been explained."

"We've been friends for yonks Bella," he explained anyway. "Renesmee has…different views on how strong our friendship is. I love her of course, but truly as a sister, and nothing more." He pulled me even closer to him and I looked up into his dazzling eyes, falling beneath the depth of colour. "But you on the other hand. I love you more than anything…"

"More than pink lemonade?" I teased lightly.

He frowned and looked thoughtful. "Ah well…"

"Shut up Edward," I laughed and smacked his chest. He leaned forwards and nipped my nose. I squealed and slapped at his face. He laughed and ignored my struggles as he pushed me down onto the rock surface. He lay down on top of me, holding his weight at his elbows, both of us breathing heavily as we stared into each other's eyes intently. His face was so close, our noses touching. So close…this was it wasn't it?

"This is it right?" I mumbled softly, surprised at my confidence. He looked confused. "I finally get to kiss you." He smiled, so sweetly, I swear I wanted to cry again. I hadn't seen him look so happy. It felt great to know he was happy… because of me.

"Finally," he murmured, brushing his nose gently against my own. "I've been waiting for ages for this damn moment."

I restrained a sigh of annoyance. "Well why didn't you just go for it?" You plank.

He chuckled softly. "Because somewhere in that amazing, beautiful mind of yours, you would have instinctively decided to chop my balls off and make them into a shish kebab. Girls are quite sensitive when they want to be. You would have had a girl adrenaline boost. I value my…ah…manly properties."

I laughed loudly, nudging his nose. He was probably right. He smiled and leaned forwards even closer. I could feel his breath on my lips. Oh God.

"This is just right though," he whispered. "The perfect moment". His lips lingered, teasing.

I frowned impatiently. "For fuck's sake, kiss me Edward," I growled. He chuckled darkly, and then, slowly but surely, his smiling lips finally pressed against my own. It felt so right. So perfect. Soft and gentle, perfectly sweet. I closed my eyes, reached up and took hold of his neck with my hands, bringing him closer. His lips moved with mine, and a faultless sensuality pulsed through me. There was nothing more deep…more sensuous, than the feel…the taste of his lips against mine. It was as though my whole body had been set aflame with desperate passion, and every vessel in my body tinkled with excitement at the long awaited adrenaline rush, as we finally had this moment together. The moment we had both been longing for. His lips parted slightly, and I moaned at the taste of his sweet breath on my lips. God he tasted amazing.

"Bella…" he murmured softly. His tongue trailed lightly against my lower lip. I whimpered softly. God I wanted more of him.

"I love you Edward," I gasped, breaking the distance between us once more, not wanting to waste this glorious moment we now shared. I would gladly lie here with him…freeze all of time, just so this moment could last as long as possible.

After what seemed like a very long time, my lips parted and I gasped for breath. I felt, more than heard him groan as he pulled me back to him, and I could tell I wasn't the only one wanting more and more.

I didn't even realise I was crying till I tasted the saltiness in my mouth. He paused, hesitant at my lips, no doubt tasting my tears as well. He leaned back slightly, and I wanted to moan at him to come back…to kiss me again. I reluctantly opened my eyes again. He searched my face hungrily, trying to read my expression. Did I not look happy? Damn it why did I always have to go and ruin the moment?

"Bella?"

I pulled at his neck. "Edward, do not make me come up and get you…"

"Bella are you alright?" he sounded concerned. It was so touching, so sweet. I loved him so much, it hurt to even think of what he'd been through, but I was here for him now, and I wasn't letting go.

"Tell me you love me," I pleaded softly, reaching out for him. He hesitated, but then lowered himself down to me, our eyes never breaking gaze.

His lips brushed against mine. "You know I love you." There was a smile in his voice. I bit my lip, not quite managing to conceal my huge grin of satisfaction.

"It's nice to hear it all the same," I said, quite proud of my nonchalant tone. "Plus, you know, you did just kiss me. That was my first kiss. It would suck if I gave it away to someone who didn't love me." Well okay, it wasn't my first kiss, but I never talk about the first kiss. I was dared. Not a pretty story. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, and he moved up with me, like magnets joined together, the attraction never ending. His eyes were blazing with such emotion, it made me dizzy just by staring at them, burning with desire for more…for me.

Edward reached forwards with a pale hand and stroked at my cheek tenderly. "I love you," he whispered. Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I could feel my cheeks flush with colour, and I smiled widely.

"I love you too," I told him. A tear trickled down my cheek, and I growled, wiping it away with huff.

"Bella?"

"I have never cried so much in my life than within these few months!" I yelled, wiping angrily at the flowing tears. "Look at what you've done to me! I never cry for things like this!" He laughed to himself and suddenly he was right beside me again, our noses touching. My breath caught. He leaned forwards, gently pressing his lips on my own. Once…twice…three times… My heart swooned.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and unbelievably sexy. I gulped and licked my lips. These few months had been crazier than crazy. I had been brought into a world of monsters and demons, and now I was the most wanted human to the meanest, most dangerous vampires in the world. I had fallen in love with a guy whom was in the midst of becoming a deadly vampire himself, and who- surprisingly- loved me as well, but at the same time thirsted for my blood. Crazy.

I leaned forward to steal another kiss, and moaned as his tongue swept across my lip again. Damn that felt so good.

"Damn, Bella you taste so good," he groaned softly against my lips, hungrily kissing down my jaw. I smiled inwardly.

"Well, I hope you mean my lips, and not my blood," I teased. He tensed, and his lips stopped at the corner of my jaw. I held my breath. Perhaps I had gone too far with that. He hated what he was. I stayed perfectly still, waiting for the explosion, but then his shoulders relaxed and he sighed deeply. I didn't relax till he chuckled softly, and I saw the calmness in his eyes. Damn he was so gorgeous. His perfect jaws, smooth unblemished skin, his glorious eyes, his perfectly framed nose, his lips…

"Your blood tasted divine Bella don't kid yourself," he told me softly.

"Gah," I gasped, cringing slightly. He chuckled and moved forwards, lightly kissing my cheeks. His nose trailed down my cheek, along my jaw, and back round to the corner of my lower lip. I shuddered pleasantly. He smiled against my skin.

"But that's probably because everything about you tastes good," he whispered, his voice so tempting, I wanted to pounce on him. Damn. Damn, damn damn.

"Th-thanks?" I managed to get out. He laughed loudly, and pulled away, falling back against the boulder's surface. I struggled to compose myself, and frowned. Hell no. Hell no. I was not going to be the one seduced here. In this relationship, we were going to be equals. I whirled over and straddled him, pushing him down at the shoulders. He stared up at me, raising an eyebrow.

"I think not, Edward Cullen," I purred softly. I leaned down, slowly, teasing him. I had the great satisfaction of watching his expression tremor slightly and he looked- for once- seduced. Ha.

"I'm not finished with you…" I whispered, my lips just above his. Who's the powerful one now? I left a trail of soft kisses up his jaw, stopping at the centre of his cheek. I heard him gulp softly, and fought back a smile.

"Bella…" he started. I laughed softly, my lips at his smooth, untainted skin.

"Yes Edward?"

"Not to say that I'm not enjoying this or anything-" I giggled secretively. "-But wouldn't you like to get to school?" Fuck. Damn school. I sighed and rolled over onto my back, my arms flopping in defeat. There was no way I couldn't go to school. None of my family had heard from me since yesterday. If I didn't turn up at school, I would be mincemeat. Alice would also have a lot of explaining to do. She had told them I had stayed over and that I would be going to school. I had to go.

"Screw school," I huffed. Edward laughed, then leaned over and grasped me in his arms. In one sweep had me up on my feet beside him as though I weighed absolutely nothing. Super strength. Cool.

"Your family are probably worried enough as it is," he told me gently. "Do you want your parents to ground you?" I buried my head into his chest, listening attentively to his heart. He was right of course. Kate and Tanya would actually have me breakfast now probably. And my parents…my Dad was pretty scary when he was angry…

"Let's go then, before I change my mind," I conceded with a sigh. He helped me down from the boulder, pulling me straight into his arms as soon as my feet touched the floor. I looked up at him just as he bent down and pressed his lips against mine once more, holding me there. My mind roared with desire.

Edward broke the kiss, smiling widely, his expression thoughtful. "Well we could stay here…"

"Let's go Edward," I growled, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him along with me. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as he wound his arm attentively around my waist. I was his, and he was mine. My Edward.

Together, we strolled along the riverside, laughing. More laughing, teasing. More kissing. It felt perfect; magical…like a distant dream, only I knew this time…it was real.

I glanced up and watched the crimson sun emblazon the sky with its glorious autumn colours. Beautiful.

"It's beautiful," I breathed, following the intricate trails of colour across the skies.

Edward squeezed me gently, pulling me close. "As are you." He kissed the top of my head softly. I couldn't help smiling to myself.

I was content. I was in love. I was with my love. Finally. Inseparable.

I would never lose him again.

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