Here it is, all nice and shiny. It's about fifteen minutes to midnight my time and I've been working on this all day. I've been listening to Linkin Park on a loop to keep me going. I have good news. 1. I LOVED TWILIGHT! It was very well done, and my love for Emmett and Jasper went up like tenfold. Jacob was adorable and I look forward to seeing him again. I hope he has a crazy growth spurt so they can use him in New Moon. Robert did a very good job. He exceeded my expectations and thoroughly met my image of Edward. Mike, Eric and Tyler were hilarious. I have a crush on Carlisle now. Rose was such a bitch, I LOVE IT. Alice was ADORABLE. And Emmett was just so...Emmetty. Jasper's image was with me while I was writing and he's pushing for me to start writing his bit in 'Ghost's from the Past' which I hope with be up soon. Esme was fine, but I didn't see much of her, so i can't really form an opinion. But my favorite character, I have to say, was CHARLIE! The bit where he was cleaning his guns and drinking bear just sold it for me. Enough of my rambling, more news at the end. Read on.

"Have I murdered our love?"

"Earthquake" by The Used

CPOV

I dreamt of Andrew that night. Not as he was now, with the haunted eyes and empty smiles, but as he had been: bright and warm and loving. I knew nothing of Edward in my dream and he knew nothing of me. I only saw Andrew with his midnight hair and perfect eyes.

We talked of everything and nothing. Of dreams and fears. Of loves and losses. Of life and death. We did not touch or kiss, but just being with him was enough to sustain me.

When at last the sun began to fade and the stars appeared on the horizon, his eyes darkened.

"What is it, my love?" I asked, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his eyes. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through my hand and to my heart. He sighed and pressed his lips against my palm. I sighed and leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I felt whole again when I touched him, as if he had never been away and had been with me this whole time.

"You must soon be gone away, dear one." He whispered. His voice sounded tortured, as if the thought caused him actual pain. I pulled back, my brow kitted together. "Your husband shall be wondering where you are." He laughed, kissing my forehead. His arms were like iron around me, anchoring me to him for as long as possible.

"But I haven't got a husband, Andrew." I said. "Only you." I laughed at his foolishness and kissed his nose. He smiled sadly and held me close.

I saw a man emerge from the edge of a forest. His bronze hair and piercing green eyes flashed in the last light of the sunset. His eyes caught mine and a strangled cry broke from his lips. A tear dripped down his nose and flashed like a star. Wait, I knew this man. Edward. Yes, that was his name. I lifted my left hand and saw the ring glittering on my third finger. I looked back down at Andrew, torment reflected back at me in his eyes.

"Oh, my love. If only if were so."

I awoke with a jolt and sat straight up in bed. My heartbeat was erratic and my breath came in gasps. I felt a hand over mine and turned to see Edward staring back up at me. I brought the blankets up to my shoulders, suddenly aware of the little clothes I had on.

"Pleasant dreams?" He asked. His face was expressionless except for his eyes. A flash of betrayal shot through them. What the-oh, shit. I talk in my sleep.

"Whatever you heard, Edward, it wasn't true!" I cried, twisting my fingers into the collar of his shirt. He must not have taken it off last night.

"Oh, wasn't it? You sounded pretty convinced to me." The mask fell apart for half a second and rage showed on his face. I gasped, but only held on to him tighter.

"It was only a dream. It means nothing. Don't leave me. Please, I would not be able to bear it." I begged. Tears fell out of my eyes and stained the front of his shirt. I needed Edward. I still wasn't sure if the Andrew I had seen last night had been real and if he wasn't, and Edward left me as well…I did not want to think about it. "Please."

"Who was he?" He asked. He didn't sound quite as angry, but the rage had been replaced with hurt. I flinched and held him all the more tightly. "The man that made you forget me?"

"No one." I said, too quickly.

"Don't lie to me." He spat. I felt him take a breath and he spoke a little calmer. "Was it him? That monster that left you so long ago?" My silence was enough of an answer for him. "Oh, Charlotte, you promised me you would forget him." He sighed, pressing him lips to my hair.

"I tried, Edward. Truly, I did. And for a while, I think I did." I said, my voice small. I knew that I was hurting him. "I love you." I whispered, burying my face in his chest. It was true enough. All my certainty I had had last night had faded into a single gray mass. I needed to see Andrew again, if he even existed outside my mind, to talk to him. After that…I would know. Right at that moment, both of them had an equal place in my heart.

His fingers tangled in my hair and dragged my face up to his. "I love you, too." He said before pressing his lips to mine. I did not like this kiss; it felt too much like my last one with Andrew. Fear welled up in me again and I latched my fingers into his hair, cementing him to me. I couldn't let go at this point, it would be too horrible. I was still afraid. I knew that any second, he would laugh softly and pull away from me, like I had the first few times we had been like this.

But he didn't. Instead, he did something I had only seen in him once before then.

He reacted.

His breath came in a gasp and the weight of his body pushed me back into the bed. I sighed and my lips parted. A shiver ran down my spine when I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I opened my eyes just a touch and sighed again. Edward was still Edward. A soft moan escaped my lips at the touch of his tongue on mine.

His hands were everywhere. My arms, my hair, my legs. I was aware of how naked I was, comparatively speaking, and his hands felt warm and soft against my bare skin. A tiny part of me was afraid of how far this would go. Andrew had seen and touched places that Edward had yet to see, but we'd never done, well, that. He was ridiculously stubborn about my safety, no matter how hard I argued.

I bit down on Edward's tongue playfully and his hands ran up the back of my corset. I hated the damn thing, but I had to wear one with a dress with not straps. I felt him tug on one of the ribbons holding it so tightly in the back. My fingers went to the buttons on his collar and undid the first three. I ran my fingers along his neck and he moaned into my mouth. His mouth fell to my neck, licking and sucking as he went. I gasped and finished my work with his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and tossing it away from us.

A growl sounded in his chest and he hitched one of my legs around his hip. I did not know how, but I had released something in him. His soft touches were soon turning into passionate, yearning strokes. I knew I should have been appalled, but I could not find it in my heart to stop him. I could not compare him to Andrew. They were so different that it would not have been fair to either of them.

I moaned and ran my fingertips up and down his spine. He nipped at my neck, sending a pleasurable shock through my body. I moaned again and lifted my hips, rubbing them against his. "Edward." I said in a breathy moan.

He growled again and brought his lips back to mine with an almost animalistic passion. I was drowning in him and he in me. His fingers toyed with the black satin ribbons that tied my corset together. I had had them laced there in an extravagant moon. I ran my hands down his chest. Despite the gentleness he had treated me with since we had met, I found his body to be strong. Not like a bodybuilder or anything, but strong.

My fingers found their way back to his hair and I felt him tug apart the bow at the top of my corset. I lifted my head to expose my neck to him and turned it towards our window to give him better access. My eyelids hung half open and I saw a flash of black drop below and out of sight.

My heart sank and the full gravity of the situation dawned on me. Edward's lips were not cold or hard enough. His hands were not forceful. His hair was not long enough and my heart felt cold from being in his arms. I was a stupid girl with her stupid heart that was hurting both of the most important people in my life.

I was a monster. Only a monster.

I pushed back on Edward's shoulders, but he did not release me. His hold loosened, but did not break. "Edward. Edward stop." I said softly. He didn't. I started to squirm, desperate to get out of his arms. Still he did not surrender. His fingers started undoing the ribbons and making my corset looser. "Edward, please." I begged, tugging on his hair. His lips came crashing down on mine and I let out a scream into his mouth. I beat my fists against his chest and pulled my legs up to my chest. My eyes were wide and scared. His opened just a bit. Tears were streaking down my cheeks. "Please let go." I pleaded after his lips had released me.

His arms unwound from around my waist so fast I got whiplash. I scrambled away from him and gathered the blankets around my shoulders, covering as much of my skin as possible. My body was shaking and I knew I had let this go on for far too long. Edward reached a hand out. I knew that it was probably to wipe my tears away or something harmless like that, but my body flinched away from him. His hands recoiled slowly. He said nothing to me. He didn't want to worsen the situation, I think. His hair was a mess and his lips were red and swollen from out kisses.

I wanted to tell him I was sorry, but I couldn't find the words. I shook my head slowly and ran a hand across the top of his. He nodded, understanding that I wanted to be alone for now. He stood up and gave me one last look before grabbing his shirt and disappearing out the door and down the stairs.

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I did not know how long I cried. I did not know what I cried for. I knew I cried for Edward, and the pain I was going to have to make him feel in the coming months. I cried for Andrew and the stark betrayal I had performed against him. I cried for lost love. I cried for unrequited love. I cried for love found again and love that had been stamped on in the mud.

My tears dried and I bathed and got ready for bed again. Gerona brought me something to eat, but it sat in the corner, untouched. Edward had gone over to Blaine's house for the weekend, no doubt to talk to him about me. I curled up on the bed, my knees pulled up to my chest. Night had fallen outside and I had the candles lit around me. I did not know what I planned to say to Andrew if he even showed up. What could I say to him?

A gust of wind ran past my window and I heard a pair of feet land on the floor. I gasped softly and saw Andrew leaning against the door frame. I had forgotten how beautiful he was, the grace and power in which he held himself. Oh, God, how could I ever repay him enough for my sins? It was odd, thinking of it that way. Andrew and I would be considered a sin in most major belief systems. I was married and he was a vampire, heresy in itself.

"I considered not coming." He said, still not looking up from the floor. His hair hung over his face and hid his eyes from me.

"I wouldn't have blamed you. I would deserve you leaving again." I said softly, not able to look away from him. His eyes flashed to mine.

"Don't lie to me, Charlotte." He spat. "I saw you. You would have been pleased if I had not come. Given you more time to shag that Edward of yours." I flinched when he said his name like a curse.

"What I did was evil and I knew you would hate me. I'm a monster and all I do is hurt you." I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I heard footsteps and suddenly Andrew's eyes were right next to mine.

"No, Charlotte. If you were a monster, you wouldn't care if seeing you in the arms of another man would hurt me." He said softly. His breath fanned over me and I drank it in. "You are a wife and he is your husband. I believe that's the natural order of things." He tried to laugh.

"Why didn't you take me away with you when you first heard of all this?" I asked, tracing the lines in the back of his hand with a fingertip. "Why did you insist of making me suffer through all this? The marriage. You leaving. Edward loving me and me not being able to love him back. Why, Andrew?" My voice snapped when I said his name and I felt the traitor tears drip down my cheeks.

"Because," he began. "I thought that you would see that me being with you was hurting you. I thought I was strong enough to stay at first. That I would be able to endure watching you with him, but I was wrong. So I took the coward's way out and ran. Just ran. I didn't stop for almost a month. And I realized that it was impossible for me to live without you and I came back. That was the night of your first kiss." He sighed. I flinched, remembering the night well.

"I stayed because I knew that I would just come back. When I saw you walking alone in the forest, in our place…" He broke off, unable to speak. Something dawned on me.

"It really was you, wasn't it? You were really there that day, trying to tell me that you were back for good?" I asked, my mouth open in horror. He nodded softly.

"And you ran from me, love, screaming as you went. Just like I had always been afraid of happening." A single tear fell down his cheek and I brushed it away. "And then when you tried to destroy yourself because of what I had done to you…I wanted to kill myself if it would make you happy again." I grabbed his hands, holding them tightly.

"NO. Don't you ever say that, Andrew. I've never been happier than when I've been with you and I don't think I can be happy without you." I begged. The words that I had held in for so long were out and I saw the spark of light reappear in his eyes. A ring of ocher appeared around his irises. His hands held my wrists and he kissed both my palms. The electric shock that I had felt in my dream shot through my body.

"I shall never leave you again, my love. I shall always be here and I shall always try to make you happy and I shall never be cruel to you again." He swore and I could hear the truth in his words. I leaned into his chest and he wrapped his arms around my torso. I had missed the coldness of his skin.

He scooped me up into his arms and laid me back on the bed and laid me beneath the covers. He put a blanket between us so I couldn't feel him anymore.

"Please, don't." I said, tired for a reason I did know. He did as I asked and slid in next to me. I turned him over so that he was on his back and I laid my head on his chest, wrapping my arms as best I could around his waist. "Please don't leave me." I begged, holding on as tightly as I could. He returned the force of my hold and kissed my hair. I sighed and snuggled closer to him.

"Never, my love. Never again." He promised. I drifted to sleep in his arms and for once in a very long time, did not dream.

So, yeah. I cracked and they got back together. GERARD AND LYNZ ARE HAVING A BABY!!!! Soon there is going to be a little Gerard. -giggles-. Okay, so I'm hoping my hunger doesn't consume me and I work through lunch at school tomorrow and get up the first chapter of the first story in the "Ghosts from the Past" series. I'll be working on my Martha story once in a while in between working on my vamp tales. I should go to be now, lovies. Review.

Until we meet again,

the 3rdbronte