Hey guys, thanks for the lovely reviews, so wonderful. Anyway I just found a new song that I can't stop listening to so of course I listened to it when I wrote this chapter. So this chapter is a little lovey-dovey sweet and romantic type of thing. The song is called, Come on get higher by Matt Nathanson. It goes with the chapter so it won't ruin the experience if you listen to it while reading. So I hope you guys like it, N.O.!!

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If he could feel the sun on his skin, he'd feel much better, even to feel her warmth the way a real human would. He'd never sweat when he held her hand, never get to hot when they laid together. He'd never get to feel that feeling of being warm with the one you love. She'd always need the little bit of blanket between them so she wouldn't shiver during the night. Her feet would always be cold when they touched his, her hands would never sweat, but freeze. He couldn't get that feeling and neither could she. Except for her father and her friends, she could use their body heat to warm her, but for now a thin blanket would have to do. But it didn't do much, she still grabbed for more, pulling it to her face, wrapping it around her feet. Her cheeks would turn light pink while the rest of her got paler. Sometimes Edward felt like he couldn't do it to her and got out of the bed and wandered through his room. Looking through old CD's and fingering through his collection of movies. He'd slowly pace back and forth in front of the big window, looking at the moonlight against the tops of the trees. It's glowing reflection on dew that covered the green grass.

He could have sat there forever, gathering all there was about the night beyond the woods that covered his backyard. His eyelids would never hang, his legs wouldn't fall asleep. He'd ignore the ticking of his watch, not caring about the time of night because what was it to him. He didn't have a certain time to wake up because he'd never be asleep. He'd never wake up tired and dreading the thought of school. The feeling of leaving your favorite dream, he'd never feel that either. It had been over a hundred years since he had a dream. A place to relax, a worry free vacation from your real life. No, he didn't have that. Instead he had the freedom to leave his house and wander out there. Crawl around with the bugs and animals that didn't sleep like him. He'd lay down and stare up at the stars or run up a tree and look over the forest to see the lake. He was free to do whatever he pleased, but what was there to do?

He'd never get the feeling of adrenaline when you were about to sneak out, because he didn't need to he could just leave. Leave the quiet house with people just like him, leave the empty, dark room. To go where? Around the other houses trying not to be seen? There was no place to go, no place to wander, to get caught. No place to get feelings, no place with real people and emotions.

But with Bella there was. There was her house, her dark occupied room with her sleeping body. Just her face was all he needed to get something close to a feeling. He wasn't a statue after all, it was just harder to fell things. Because being a vampire you were made not to have feelings so you could make rational decisions while not thinking about the pain it would cause. It made sense, it just annoyed him. He didn't want to be all too different from her, he wanted to get the butterflies when they touched, the urge to bite his lip.

The feeling of being in love.

He knew he was in love, it was obvious. But he was basing this feeling off of the pain it caused him when he wasn't holding or looking at her. If she wasn't in the same room with him. That was love to him. That was what he wanted. He wasn't going to be greedy so he'd take what he could get.

The sun shinned through his room, casting a lite glow on Bella's face. He became stiff when he felt her feet move along the sheets. The scratching noise echoing in his ears. He could feel her heart beat against his chest, thumping hard on his skin. Her eye's moved inside the pale lids. Edward could tell she was awake, she was dreading to open her eye's and start a new day. He knew she was thinking about last night, all that happened and he didn't blame her. He brushed the back of his hand on her cheek, "Good morning Bella."

She lifted her head at his touch and opened her brown eye's slowly, "Good morning." Her eye's adjusted to the light, but squinted again when a sparkling object caught her eye. She rubbed her hand on his face, "Your skin….it's sparkling."

Edward caught her hand, "It's a part of what I am. Instead of exploding in flames when we meet light, we sparkle."

"That's interesting…and it explains a lot. You guys never came to school when the sun was out, now I know why."

"Yeah, that's why." He laughed lightly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, ask away."

She waved her hand in the glow of his skin, "What's the Vul…Vula…?"

"The Volturi?" He said putting the words together.

"Yeah, I heard that word being tossed around a lot last night, what does it mean?"

"Their a secret coven of vampires in Rome."

"In Rome?"

Edward scooted his back up and leaned against the wooden rail behind him, "Yeah, their like the watchers over every vampire that walks around. They keep tabs on us and make sure nobody's risking what we are. And like us, they also have powers, several of them actually. But," He pressed his finger lightly on her rosy lips, "You have to keep it a secret."

"That among other things too." She whispered with a laugh.

"Are you sure you can handle all of this?"

"A little to late to be asking that now isn't it?"

"No, I mean if you can't, you can leave now and I would fully understand why you had to. I know it's a lot to absorb and now you have to watch your words so nothing escapes by accident, I mean it's a lot I know. So I mean…"

"I would never tell anyone anything," She sat up and put one leg over Edward's side to where she was sitting on top of him. She scooted up towards his face, "And don't ever think, not even once that I can't handle this. That I want to get out of here. There's not one place I'd rather be then here, right now. Sitting here in front of you. You don't even have to worry that something will slip out, I'd rather die," Bella watched him finch at her use of words, "then give up anything about you. I can't leave now and I won't ever leave. I plan to stay here forever no matter what happens. Because I can trust on you and you can trust on me."

Edward looked into her dark, brown eyes. He could read them like a book and right now they stated honesty. She wasn't kidding, she was telling the truth about what she wanted to do. She didn't want to leave, she didn't want to expose anyone, she wanted to be the one for him. She wanted to be his escape route when he was mad or sad or just lonely. To be the one he came to when he need help, she was his and he was hers.

In an instant he collided with her, their lips bruising as they connected passionately. His hands held onto her face while hers wandered through his hair. Her body wiggled around as they kissed harder and harder, her hair falling onto his face when she turned. Finally he could feel something, passion. He let his right hand travel down her side, stopping at her lower, curved back. The loose fabric that hung on her small frame touched his pale hand, the knot that Edward tied had came loose during her dream filled night. He noticed that he's hand wasn't touching the fabric of the shirt, it was touching her bare skin. Her warm, soft skin beneath his hand. The smell of her ran up his nose and caused him to kiss harder. Finally he let go of her cheek and moved his other hand down her side, also stopping at her back. But something had caught his hand, so he moved it back up. It was the soft lace of her bra that his finger had caught on to. He felt the side of it, the black fabric rubbing lightly against him. Now he knew her shirt was completely open and she probably didn't even know or maybe she didn't care. Either way Edward wasn't going to pull away to tell her.

He couldn't let her go, he wouldn't. The taste of her lips, the smell of her hair, it's what he craved more then her blood. Her love, their love combined was why he didn't want to ruin the prefect moment. Edward opened his eye's when he felt Bella move around. Suddenly the fabric that was once there now laid on the floor besides them. Edward's mind raced with thoughts. Was this what he wanted to do? Right now? Was this how he wanted it to be? He knew he wanted it to be with her, but here in his room? Even with all the questions he still couldn't say no, he couldn't ask her if this is what she really wanted to do. All he could do was move with her, kiss back.

A light chiming sound echoed in his room, neither stopped to ask. It soon stopped and they continued like they had been, but faster now. It sang again and Bella pulled away, "What is that?"

"I don't know…"

"It sounds like…" She looked around, "My phone…"

"It might be."

"Where is it?"

Edward smiled, "Beats me."

She punched his clothed chest softly, "Find it." Bella rolled off his body and onto the floor.

"Dang, are you okay?"

"Yeah I just need to find it."

"Why is it so important right now?"

"Because," She looked at the shelves next to her, "That's my dad's ringtone."

"Crap." Edward fell to the floor and looked underneath the futon, "Got it." He reached under and pulled out the sliver phone, "Here."

Bella grabbed it, a giant smile across her face, "Oh I've missed you for so long." She said hugging her phone, again the phone chimed. She looked at it for a second and then pressed the green button, "Hello?"

Edward could hear her fathers voice panicked and worried, asking her questions that popped into his mind, "I'll be down stairs." He whispered to her.

Bella nodded her head and stood up, "I'm sorry dad, I just got very busy…yes I know…dad I did…no I wasn't…yeah I heard…you what?"

Edward fixed his hair and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He couldn't hear anything from the lower level. He ran down the stairs and looked around. Suddenly he heard a calming voice and entered the kitchen. In there both Esme and Carlisle were sitting at the table. Esme looked up to see Edward and looked back down at Carlisle, "Talk to him." She ordered as she stood up and walked out of the room.

Edward walked over and sat down next to his father, "Carlisle…I'm sorry about the whole Ryan thing. It was immature and foolish for me to do such a thing without thinking."

"I know why you did it and…I don't mind."

"You don't?" Edward asked surprised.

"You did it to protect Bella, I understand. You love her with all of your heart and you would do anything to save her. When you told me to imagine Esme there, I did and I know myself and I would of done the same thing. I'm sorry I over reacted, please forgive me."

"Carlisle, it's a fathers job to over react." Edward laughed.

He laughed quietly, "Your right. So where's Bella?"

"Up stairs talking with her father."

"Oh my, I forgot all about him. He must be worried sick about her."

"Yeah I think he was, but he should know she's in good hands now."

Carlisle patted his son's shoulder, "Very good hands."

There were light tapping sounds from the stairwell. Bella appeared in the kitchen barefoot, "Edward?"

Edward looked up to see her fully dressed in one of his shirts, still wearing her own jeans, "Yes dear?"

"Um, my father insists I bring you back to the station before they come here to get you again."

Carlisle looked towards his son, "Go, get this over with. Tomorrow is Christmas and I don't want my son to miss it."

"Yes sir." Edward got up and walked to the door with Bella at his side.

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The ride to the station was filled with laughter as they joked around with each other, but as soon as they got closer it got quieter. Bella parked outside of the station, "I'll be right here when they let you out."

"They might not tonight."

"I won't leave."

"Bella don't sleep in a car for me." He smiled.

"I'll do anything," She kissed him lightly, "Now go before my father comes out here."

"Goodbye sweetie."

"Goodbye."

"I love you."

Bella looked at him, "I love you too."

Edward closed the door after looking at her expression. He walked slowly into the building. The officer at the desk was the first to notice him, while it took the others a couple seconds, "I'm back…" He whispered.

"Edward." The officer said sternly, "Room two."

He nodded his head and walked back to the room and sat in the same chair. The clock on the wall ticked quietly as he waited until someone came in. It was the same man that Edward had talked to before. He pulled out the chair, "Pleased to meet you again."

"Same here."

"Planning to run out again?"

"Not that I know of this time."

"Good, I'm glad you want to stay."

"Well I wouldn't say that." Edward smiled.

"Okay let's start with what happened that night shall we?"

"Well like I said before, I went to the restaurant to see Bella. Ryan was outside and I heard him over talking about what he wanted to do when he got home," Edward said staying away from the fact that he actually read Ryan's thoughts, "So to protect Bella, I hit him."

"You still haven't changed you story?"

"No, because it's the truth."

There was tap on the window behind them, "I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting." Edward watched him walk out. He sunk in his chair and drummed his fingers on the table as he waited. Still the clock ticked. He could just imagine Bella sitting in the car, jamming to her favorite song, the windows rolled down, enjoying the sun every time it peeked out of the clouds that had rolled in right after they had left the house. A smile crept across his face when he went over how Bella told him she loved him, the tone of pure honesty in her voice.

The door opened and shook Edward out of his thoughts, "I just got a call."

"Okay."

"It…It was Ryan."

Edward sat up and looked at him, "Ryan?"

"He sounded hurt, but he said that…"

"That what?"

"That the charges be dropped."

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