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So I saw that people do playlists for stories and I thought 'OMG WHAT A GREAT IDEA' except not as weirdly as that. So, I came up with three songs and I'd love:

(Cont at end just read, I know you want to)

Chapter 36 – Refurbished Edward

I found myself staring blankly at the brick wall, my eyes glazed over. My eyes were desperate to find Edward's, but I knew that if I turned around, I'd suffer from nightmares for the next few weeks. I had a feeling that Edward's method of killing Oscar wasn't exactly the kindest. He would have made it painful, quick, but very painful. It was presumably gruesome to look at too.

"Edward?" I asked quietly. My voice was shaky; the silence was making me edgy. I was worried that Edward would turn into brooding Edward – I had a feeling he would. Edward had tried his hardest not to kill humans for such a long time – his record had been broken now. I wondered briefly if I should have done the deed.

"I'm okay," he replied, his voice steady as always. He was a vampire though; I couldn't judge his emotions on his voice. I was about to turn around to look at him, make the judgement on whether he was actually okay for myself, when he appeared in front of me.

"Are you?" he asked, pressing his palms against my cheeks. I hadn't realised that sweat had formed on my face – the coolness of his skin was comforting. I found myself wanting to lean into the touch.

"I'm fine," I replied. "Of course I'm fine."

"Leah, you just tortured a man," Edward said, as if worried for my sanity. I flinched at his words; despite the fact that Oscar was a psychopath who took advantage of women the fact that I had tortured him was not something that I was proud of.

"I'm fine," I repeated. Edward's thumb lightly stroked my cheek – for a moment I wondered what he was doing, before I just enjoyed the sensation. The coolness of his hands was incredibly comforting – the temperature contrasted oddly with my fiery temperature but I enjoyed it.

"Thank god," he whispered. Then, he took his hands from my cheeks and pulled me into a hug. My forehead rested against his chest as he crushed me to him, his stone cold arms not gentle. I could feel the healing ache of some bruises almost instantly. Edward didn't seem to care for once, just held me to him tightly.

"I was never in any danger. Besides, you know that I can take care of myself," I told him, moving my head so that I could look up at him. His coal black eyes bore into my own. He looked deathly serious, his mouth a thin line, brow creased in deep thought.

Edward sighed heavily. He pulled away from me – for the briefest of moments, I missed the feel of his cold arms around me. But I ignored that fact, looked up to see Edward pacing back and forth in front of me. He was careful not to move behind me so that I didn't look at Oscar by accident.

"I need to tell you something," he said quietly as he walked. He looked scared, his eyes wide. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaled heavily. His eyes flashed up to meet my own – the coal black orbs were wide with fear.

"What, Edward?" I asked quietly, my voice much gentler than usual.

"I," he let out a bitter laugh and ran his hands through his hair. "Well. I have no idea how to say this," he admitted. "I've never had to do this before. Ever."

"Edward?" I demanded my voice still gentle. He looked lost; something that Edward had never been since I'd met him. Even when Bella had abandoned him and he was alone, he never looked this confused and desperate.

"When I'm with you," he began. "It's like everything's okay again. Like I was never left for another person…"

"Edward, if this is about me being a really good friend, can it wait until we're out of here?" I asked him. I had a shrewd feeling it was a 'thanks for being there for me' kind of speech.

"No," he said calmly, though his voice seemed forced, incredibly deep and serious. "No, it's not about you being an amazing friend," he smiled at me, but his eyes still looked beyond nervous. "It's… ugh," he groaned.

"I've never seen you speechless," I mused.

"Yes, thank you," he said, flashing me a genuine smile. The expression disappeared as he contemplated how to say it. "I…"

"You…" I looked at him. I wrapped my arms around myself, starting to feel a bit of a chill from the cold.

"It doesn't matter," he sounded resigned. "Come on, let's go."

"No," I said suddenly, holding out a hand to stop him moving past me. "It obviously does matter. Talk to me, Ed. What's the matter?"

"It can wait until later," he said.

"Edward, if it could wait until later, you wouldn't have brought it up in a dark alleyway," I replied, smirking.

Edward sighed heavily, ran his hands through his hair.

"Talk to me," I asked quietly. It was more of a question than a statement.

Edward sucked in a deep breath, ran his hands through his hair again. I watched as he resumed his pacing back and forth in front of me, deep, controlled breaths of air coming from him every so often. I waited, not wanting to push him – but my mind was reeling.

What could have possibly got Edward so riled up? He was always calm, collected. He was very good at masking his emotions – or keeping them under control. I continued to watch him, my mind whirring.

"I…" he ran a hand through his hair before turning back to face me. His eyes were black, incredibly wide and filled with desperation. Instinctively, I leaned over and took his hand in my own. The contrast of temperatures was odd at first, but then it became comforting as my grip relaxed. Our hands fell, still entwined, between us.

"You can talk to me, okay?" I said, wanting to be there for him. Edward had never really needed comforting when Bella left – and he'd helped me so much with Harry, Sam and even Jacob. I wanted to return some of that, show him how it felt to be consoled by a close friend.

But is he just your friend? A sneaky voice from the back of my head hissed. I ignored my mental state – the voice sounded suspiciously like Jacob. I was going to personally murder him if Edward had heard that thought.

As Edward opened his mouth, ready to pour out his heart to me, there was a loud 'HONK' that caused both of our heads to snap up. The urge to turn around and see who was there was almost unstoppable – it was instinct – but I managed to keep my focus on the back of the alley.

"It's Emmett," Edward told me.

"Right," I said. "But weren't you just trying to tell me something?"

"Edward!" I heard Emmett yell from behind me. I heard his footsteps approaching us – before I could push the matter; Emmett had appeared in front of me, beside Edward. He looked beyond amused – the urge to laugh overtook him for a moment and he laughed raucously.

"Wow, you really have anger issues Ed," he said, once he'd finished laughing. "I guess you didn't want Leah to see the damage?"

"She did most of it," Edward replied with a chuckle. "She's absolutely lethal."

"How much is most?" Emmett looked at me warily. I shrugged; I had no idea what Edward had done.

"Everything apart from the head," Edward told him.

Emmett's eyes literally bugged out of his head as he looked at me. His mouth fell open in shock – I smirked in turn.

"What, did you think I was as defenceless as Swan?" I asked.

Emmett's shocked expression wavered and he pulled me into an enthusiastic hug, beaming at me widely.

"I like you!" he said with a laugh. "But I wish you'd left some for me," he glared towards the front of the alley, where Oscar's body was.

"I didn't want her to see what I'd done," Edward told Emmett.

"Yeah. I can see why. No offence bro, but that's some freaky shit," Emmett told him. I decided that if Emmett thought it was freaky, I would definitely didn't want to know.

Edward and I got into the Aston Martin that Emmett had driven to the edge of the alley. Edward covered my eyes as we walked towards it, making sure that I wouldn't see the mangled body.

Edward drove along at sixty miles per hour – well below the speed that he usually drove at. It was oddly relaxing, soothing. He turned on the stereo – Clair De Lune played from the speakers.

"What were you trying to say in the alleyway?" I asked as we drove, thinking back on the night's events. I'd gotten my revenge, I'd done it. The sender of the creepy texts was gone. He wouldn't hurt anybody else.

"It doesn't matter," Edward replied, calmly. I noticed that his foot pressed down on the gas hard – the speedometer increased dramatically, hovering at 150mph.

"Please," I requested. "I don't like the fact that you've been there for me such a lot, you've always been such a good friend… and I haven't had the chance to be the same for you yet. You haven't actually needed me for comfort or anything like that yet. I feel kind of bed about that."

"Don't," Edward replied. "Don't feel bad. You've been here for me, and you've comforted me in your own way. You've fixed me, Leah. No, more than that…" he trailed off, thinking. "You've made me as good as new. I'm like the refurbished model."

I grinned wryly.

"Refurbished Edward," I chuckled.

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We arrived back at the house in the early morning. I got out of the car by myself – glaring at Edward when he approached with his arms outstretched. I knew he would try and pick me up, carry me upstairs as if I couldn't handle myself. I was determined to shower, get changed and get into bed of my own will.

"Leah!" I heard Alice squeak, before the pixie dived upon me and gripped me in a vice like hug. She wrinkled her nose up as she saw the crusted blood that stuck to my bare arms, and pouted sadly when she saw my now ruined dress. It was covered in grime, bits of concrete and splatters of blood.

"Hi Allie," I replied tiredly.

"Allie?" she asked.

"I'm too tired to say your full name," I said with a yawn. Alice giggled, a smile forming on her face. She offered me a hand, but I declined. I knew that if I took the weight off of my legs for even a second, I'd be out cold instantly.

"Are you okay, Leah?" I heard Carlisle ask as we entered the house. He was stood in the hallway, his hands clasped in concern.

"I'm fine," I replied, surprised that my voice hadn't started slurring yet. "Just a bit tired."

Alice and Rosalie took me upstairs, shoved me into the bathroom with some pyjamas and told me to have a shower so that I didn't fall asleep in the bath. I managed to change and wash properly before emerging from the bathroom with wet hair, feeling incredibly clean considering what I'd done that evening.

"I'm proud of you," Rosalie said as I was combing out my wet hair. "I didn't think you'd have the guts; I thought Edward would kill him. I'm glad you did what you did – you got revenge for all of those women."

I smiled. "Thanks Rose."

She smiled in turn, biding me goodnight before she left the room, closing the door behind her.

As soon as she shut the door, I jumped into Edward's golden bed and pulled the covers over me. I closed my eyes, expecting sleep to come instantly. It didn't – but when I tried to reopen my eyes when I heard a small sound, my eyelids didn't seem to want to part.

"Are you sure that she's alright?" I heard a voice ask. It was muted, whispered. I was barely conscious at this point.

"She's very strong," I recognised Edward's voice.

"Did you do it?" Carlisle changed the subject. "Did you tell her?"

"No," I heard Edward say after a long pause. He sighed. "I want to tell her. But how exactly do you tell a girl that you're in love with her?"

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A.N: I want to make a playlist for this story. I've got three songs (WOW I know lol) already, but please suggest any songs you think are suitable… I'll add the full playlist when it's finished… Any suggestions at all. So far we have:

Stuttering – Ben's Brother

Spark – Amy MacDonald

What I'm Made Of – Crush 40

Any suggestions? That is the chapter's question.

Whoaaa, it all goes down from here. From the last line, I'm sure you can guess what the next chap is going to contain…