Okay, I'm going to warn you that this chapter gets supernatural, sci-fi vampire freaky. I've had the last scene in my mind from the beginning of writing this story and I'm very happy that I actually got to write it. So yea. Just warning you.

Read on my readers. Read on.

The wind blew peacefully, as if the sun and the clouds were happy and a satisfying breeze was their way to show their pleasure, but Bell knew it was the Cullen's.

It's been two weeks since she's been back and has learned more about vampirism than she thought she could know. Like how the more a vampire feeds on humans the more powerful they become. Like how Vincent could lift things with his minds, change the feelings in people, and more that she didn't even know, but that didn't help him in the end.

The Cullen's didn't destroy him even though every pulse of their faint heart led them to do it, they couldn't risk the wrath of the Volturi. The Cullens knew that they were very fond of Vincent. He's very good at his job.

So instead they dumped him in Ireland with nothing except the clothes on his back.

It wouldn't stop him for long but, he wouldn't come near the Cullen's anytime soon.

The wind blew in Bell's face, winding her hair back behind her as she and Edward walked back to her house. They walked slowly, Edward's arm close to Bell's waist if she needed assistance. He smiled wryly as he pulled a strand of her wind-blown hair behind her ear then slipped his hand down to her throat touching the mark... his mark.

Edward's gaze reminded her of a conversation. His touch made her curiosity bubble.

"Alice... she said something in the hospital." Bell started. Edward looked at her waiting for her to continue. When she didn't Edward huffed.

"As much as I wish I could Bell, I can't read your mind." He smirked and pulled back his hand.

"Well, I don't know how ... okay, so, Alice said that you were unhappy about... this," She made her object know by pressing his mark. "because you wanted to give me a choice, you wanted it to go differently in a different setting and not because my life might have depended on it, but she also said you were secretly pleased... because... it was implied that... I..." She swallowed her words, not able to continue, fortunately she didn't have to.

"Ah..." Edward shuffled his feet. "Well, it's implied but it's all about the situation. If Carlisle or Emmett infected you then things would be read differently."

Then why is it implied with you?" Bell stopped walking and leaned on a nerby tree that was on the path. Edward offered help but she signaled him off.

He sighed. "Because I don't have a mate." Edward said bluntly with a slight scowl.

Bell waited for him to expand on that but he didn't. There was nothing else to add to that statement. He wanted to say more but it might have been awkward.

Bell nodded, understanding that this was not going to go anywhere, boosted off the tree and they started walking again in silence. Each wondering what the other would have said to expand on that last sentence. You're the closest one I've got. Or. I'll be... if you want me.

Edward groaned quietly as their walk came near the end.

"Is something wrong?" Bell asked, taking his arm.

"What? No... just... thinking." They were quiet again.

They loved each other and they each knew it. But neither of them knew how to approach the subject. It was quiet silly, really.

Bell sighed as she reached the porch. "Alice said something about being official. I wondered. How would one make something like that... official." She tried to say in a very off-hand tone.

"Well, there are many ways." Edward spoke in the same voice. "The most common and accepted one is the exchange of blood. Or blood-letting. Where one would drink the other's blood and vice-versa." He sounded like he was explaining how to fix a kitchen sink. "That's more ussual, then there is a baptism of blood which has more consequences. If that is done, the recipient of the baptism of blood, when reaching immortality, is physically bound to the giver. Whenever that person is called they must drop everything and come to that person immediately. It's entirely misused most of the time and is a sick practice. So blood-letting is more appropriate. There are other foreign ways to make it 'official' but I don't know the details." He opened the door. "Is that all?" He stared at the door with gaurded eyes, but she looked at him completley vulnerable.

"What does it feel like?" She whispered.

Edward turned to her and stared at her face for a moment. "I wouldn't know." He replied in the same whispering voice. Then he left, unable to talk of such things any longer without making it more than conversation.

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Bell pulled the covers off of her, and swung her legs out. Her sneakers and jeans were already on. It wasn't even midnight but she was sure that her parents were asleep. Since she's been back they've taken extra precautions to keep an eye out on their supposedly depressed daughter. Which made sneaking out a little more difficult but not impossible.

Ignoring the minuscule of pain in her side she opened the window tactfully and maneuvered to get on the roof. With her foot she closed the window again and spider-crawled to the other side of the roof where her neighbors trampoline crossed the property line. With a couple of breaths to calm her down she started running and landing with a bong! on the trampoline, then slipped into the night towards the Cullens'.

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Bell smoothly grabbed the key under one of the floor-boards and opened the locked door. Usually the Cullen's don't resort to such precautions but after the Vincent incident they didn't want to risk it.

Bell's eyes were already adjusted to the darkness so finding her bearing in the nearly pitch blackness wasn't too hard. She found the stair-well and crept almost silently up to the second level. She didn't hear any other noise except for the scratching trees and a few mice, so the Cullens all must be asleep.

The idea, although repulsive to most people, excited Bell. She's never seen any of the Cullen's sleep. Her heart thudded wildly as her fingers found the start of the concrete twirling stair-case that led to Edward's room.

She slid into his room, fumbling in the darkness. The furniture was not were it used to be. Bell found the window and opened it to let the moonlight flood the room. Edward's casket was right were it used to be. Under the window. Bell almost jumped two feet but caught herself. Even though she has seen in many times in the past few weeks in never failed to make her quesy.

She walked around to the front of the casket. It was closed shut. Bell steaded her breathing as her hands fumbled on the edge. She slipped her fingers in and gasped as she felt the familiar texture of Edward's hair. She hesitated for a second. Would he wake? Then with one huge gulp of air Bell lifted the hatch open.

Bell sucked in a deep breath. Edward.

If someone saw him at a glance in other settings they would believe he really was sleeping. But there were hints. If he were just sleeping, his chest would rise and fall with the coming and going of air. His eye-lids would move as he dreamed, and his features would change every now and then. But he didn't breath, his eyes stayed closed, and his expression stayed the same. He was completely still. Not like a statue exactly... more like a limp doll. His hands crossed over his heart like how the old Catholics put their dead.

"Edward..." Bell whimpered. At first the sight of him terrified her and made her shudder. But it was only Edward. The experince of seeing someone you love completly frozen in a casket is startling, even more so if you know he'll be fine in just a few hours. Bell relaxed, looking at Edward's face. So peacefull so calm...

She reached out a hand and twirled a bronze piece of hair in her fingers possessively. "Edward..." She purred and caressed his pale face. Feelings so strong overwhelmed her and nearly knocked her off her feet. This is where she belonged. This was her home.

Bell kept her palm on Edward's check as she looked around her out of habit. She slipped off her right shoe and then her left.Then slipped her other hand in the casket, followed by her right foot then her left until her entire body laid perfectly against Edward's sleeping one. She nuzzled into Edward's chest, wondering how he could still be asleep. Just as she thought this, his arms started to move from there death position and seemed to unthinkingly encompass Bell closer to him. He was still 'asleep' but his movement seemed so final that Bell thought if Edward never woke, she'd never be able to move.

Bell didn't want to.

After awhile, Bell's eyes slowly started to droop and she feel asleep in Edward's arms, perfectly at home.

The night outside was silent and calm, at peace from all the human activity. It reflected the mood shared by Bell and Edward.

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"Edward!" Alice called from downstairs. "Get your butt down here!" Then in a quieter voice. "I'll see if Edward knows where she is. He's usually up by now." On the other end of the receiver Renee's voice said. "He's usually up at two o'clock in the morning?"

"Uh... sometimes... he uh interns at the hospital before school." Alice ad-libbed.

"Oh."

"Yeah.. please hold. I'll go get Edward." Alice put the phone down and ran up the stairs. "Edward! Get up! Bell's mom checked on her and she's missing!" Alice still didn't hear him moving. "Huh, that usually works."

"Edward?" She said in a higher softer voice as she glided into his room. She waltz slowly to the half opened casket and called his name again. "Oh!" She gasped at the sight of Bell stretched out on her brother. A smile spread on her lips. She turned her head towards the door. "Emmett! Jasper!" She called in a whisper. "You've got to see this."

They rushed into Edward's room still a little stiff from their 'sleep'. "What is it...? Well, what do we got here?" Emmett beamed.

Jasper scrunched up his nose. "That's kind of creepy." He shook his head. "That can't be at all comfortable." They inched closer for a better look at the sleeping soul mates.

"What's all the fuss abou-... is that Bell?!" Rosalie accused. The siblings nodded there head.

"That's kind of creepy.." Rosalie shook her head. "But kind of sweet... in a really creepy way.." Rosalie and Alice giggled.

Alice ran back down stairs. "Ah, Edward doesn't know where she is either." It wasn't entirely a lie. "But I'm sure he'll figure it out." Then she rushed back upstairs where the others were ridiculing there brother and friend.

Edward blinked suddenly.

"Ah, sleeping beauty wakes!" Emmett hollered.

"What's going on." Edward said stiffly, looking around at his siblings who were staring back at him. He started to get up on his elbows but noticed a weight that's not usually there. "Oh." He stared at Bell, expressionless for a second then a smile lighted his face. "I thought that was a dream..."

"Mmmh?" Bell mumbled, she stirred at Edward's movement. Edward's arms wrapped around her tighter, enfolding her in his slightly warm arms. "Waz going on?" Bell muttered.

"Shhh." Edward stroked her hair possessively, completely oblivious to the other people in the room now. "Shhh."

Bell maneuvered herself so she could look at him. "Well hi." She smiled at him and Edward returned it.

"This is a lovely surprise." He murmured to her making her blush.

Bell pushed herself further up till her face was only inches from Edward's. He leaned forward, their lips almost touching when a bout of giggles erupted.

"Awww... that's so cute... and really creepy. Do you guys realize you are in a coffin." Rosalie commented, which was followed by some vulgar remarks by Emmett as Alice kept giggling.

Edward took his hand off Bell and reached the top of the coffin lid. "How about a little privacy?" It was a rhetorical question. Edward slid the coffin shut so they could finally be alone.

"Good morning Bell." Edward murmured lowly, caressing her check.

"Hi." She stuttered.

"That's really creepy." They could hear Rosalie mutter as she walked out of the room.

Edward smiled down at Bell. They didn't talk. They each knew what the other would say. Even though hearing those three powerful words would be nice it was unnecessary. Edward shifted so that Bell was underneath him and his hands were on either side of her head. He bent down till their faces were so close Bell could almost taste Edward. She reached up to make that 'almost' a thing of the past.

His lips were surprisingly soft as they danced with her equally luscious lips. A shock of electricity passed through both of them. Instead of pulling them apart it ignited their passion further. He pulled away too soon to be legal. A wicked smile danced across his face.

Before he could say anything Bell blurted. "I love you."

The smile stayed but changed into a more softer one. He nodded his head and moved his lips to Bell's ear. "I love you more." He whispered.

He touched his lips to her skin and moved down to her chin, slowly, seductively.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled away, his head nearly banging on the lid. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"For what?" She asked breathless.

He moved his lips back a little to revel his long canines come down further than she has ever seen them.

Edward was obviously ashamed and didn't understand the look in Bell's eyes.

"Don't take this wrong," Bell positioned herself closer to Edward. "But I think that's kind of hot." And she gently pressed her lips to his, and with her tongue, stroked his fangs. Edward groaned in response.

Bell smiled and pulled away, slightly breathless, as did Edward. Then at the same time, both said in heavy voices, "Let's make it official."

So, Don't ask me how that's possible, to maneurver like that in a coffin. Don't bust my bubble by asking such folly questions. (Or how they could breath or see.) Those are all stupid questions.P

(I don't have a reasonable answer except that it's a really big coffin with a vent... )

Whadya think?

Review like the wind!

- Rosalie

p.s Check out my one-shot story "Killing Royce King." Rosalie's in-depth story of her journey for revenge.