"I can't believe I actually let a vampire blindfold me," I huffed.

She laughed, "I can't believe you let a vampire kiss you."

"It's because I love her,"

"Not more than she loves you," she retorted.

There were a few things in this world that I hated. One of those things included surprises. So, when Alice showed up to my house telling me she had been sent to dress me for a date I had with Edythe that night I was more than surprised. I got over it, until I remembered that prom was today and locked myself in the bathroom and refused to leave until it was over. Edythe finally came and convinced me that that wasn't where we were headed. I believed her and she was promptly kicked out by Alice so she could finish fixing me.

That's how I ended up in the Porche wearing a red dress and sneakers (because high heels should be nowhere near my feet.) Oh, and a blindfold.

"I think the blindfold is a bit excessive." I complain when the car came to a stop.

"Yeah, it's dramatic but—" her voice disappeared with the sound of her door closing and returned with the sound of mine opening a second later. "—why not?"

She grabbed my good arm and helped me off the car.

"I'm going to have to jump on your back, aren't I?" I guessed with a sigh.

She giggled, kissing my nose, "Smart girl. Come on, hop on."

I couldn't stop my smile as I let her guide me into my place on her back, but it dropped off my face as soon as I felt that we were in motion. This time it wasn't so bad, the breeze hitting my face was cool and nice. I knew I was safe with Edythe, so I wasn't scared that she was going to run into any trees anymore.

She stopped a second later, helping me off her back.

"I swear if we're at prom I'll ki—" my words dropped when the blindfold finally came off my eyes and I was abled to take in the sight in front of me.

We were at our meadow, but it had been decorated. Lights were strung up from the trees, making a zig zag above the clearing. In the center, sat a table for two. Edythe had stopped right next to it, there were wildflowers in a small vase in the middle and two candles illuminated two covered plates.

I heard a pop behind me and I turned to Edythe with my mouth hanging open.

"Wine?" she flashed her dimples, pouring wine into a glass before offering it to me.

"How?"

"My brothers helped, of course, but it was mostly me who did the job. For you?"

"For me?"

She laughed, "Yes, my love, for you,"

My face melted and I looked at her through loved up eyes as I leaned forward to kiss her softly. When I pulled back, I took the glass of red with me.

"What's the occasion?"

The moon was already up, visible through the gauzy clouds, and her face glowed pale in the white light but was warmed again by the yellow lights around us.

"I would've taken you to prom, but I knew you wouldn't like it. I figured something more private would make you smile," she responded as she pulled the chair for me to sit.

I sipped on my drink as she moved at human pace to her side of the table.

"What's for dinner?" I asked, removing the metal cover on my plate and setting it aside.

"For you it's spaghetti, curtesy of Esme," she explains as my mouth salivated at that food in front of me.

"Oh my god,"

We talked a little as I ate, and as she picked at her own plate of food. She cut me off after my fifth cup of wine and I started sounding silly, and gave me some water. After I finished my food, we moved to a blanket that was set up on the floor. As she turned off the lights, I finally saw the stars.

"Whoa," I breathed as Edythe joined me.

I laid my head on her chest and she wrapped an extra blanket around me.

She kissed my head before staring up at the moon.

"Twilight, again," she murmured. "Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end. "

"Some things don't have to end," I muttered through my teeth, instantly tense.

She sighed.

We were quiet for a minute; she stared at the moon and I stared at her. I wished there was some way to explain how very uninterested I was in a normal human life.

"Will you tell me something?" she asked, glancing down at me with a slight smile.

"Don't I always?"

"Just promise you'll tell me," she insisted, grinning.

I knew I was going to regret this almost instantly. "Fine. "

"You asked what the occasion was," she began.

"I did," I interjected.

". . . I'm curious – what did you think I was dressing you up for?"

"Well. . . I assumed it was some kind of. . . occasion."

"Go on," She urged.

"Okay," I confessed in a rush. "So, I was hoping that you might have changed your mind. . . that you were going to change me, after all. "

A dozen emotions played across her face. Some I recognized: anger. . . pain. . . and then she seemed to collect herself and her expression became amused.

"You thought that would require formal dress code, did you?" she teased, touching the neckline of her black dress.

I scowled to hide my embarrassment. "I don't know how these things work. To me, at least, it seems more rational than prom does. " She was still grinning. "It's not funny," I said.

"No, you're right, it's not," she agreed, her smile fading. "I'd rather treat it like a joke, though, than believe you're serious. "

"But I am serious. "

She sighed deeply. "I know. And you're really that willing?"

The pain was back in her eyes. I bit my lip and nodded.

"So ready for this to be the end," she murmured, almost to herself, "for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started. You're ready to give up everything. "

"It's not the end, it's the beginning," I disagreed under my breath.

"I'm not worth it," she said sadly.

"Do you remember when you told me that I didn't see myself very clearly?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "You obviously have the same blindness. "

"I know what I am. "

I sighed.

But her mercurial mood shifted on me. She pursed her lips, and her eyes were probing. She examined my face for a long moment.

"You're ready now, then?" she asked.

"Um. " I gulped. "Yes?"

She smiled, and moving on top of me and leaning down until her cold lips brushed against the skin just under the corner of my jaw.

"Right now?" she whispered, her breath blowing cool on my neck. I shivered involuntarily.

"Yes," I whispered, so my voice wouldn't have a chance to break. If she thought I was bluffing, she was going to be disappointed. I'd already made this decision, and I was sure. It didn't matter that my body was rigid as a plank, my hands balled into fists, my breathing erratic. . .

She chuckled darkly, and leaned away. Her face did look disappointed.

"You can't really believe that I would give in so easily," she said, her face and tone amused.

"A girl can dream. "

Her eyebrows rose. "Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?"

"Not exactly," I said, frowning at her word choice. Monster, indeed. "Mostly I dream about being with you forever. "

Her expression changed, softened and saddened by the subtle ache in my voice.

"Bella. " Her fingers lightly traced the shape of my lips. "I will stay with you – isn't that enough?"

I smiled under her fingertips, catching her palm in a kiss. "Enough for now. "

She frowned at my tenacity. No one was going to surrender tonight. She exhaled, and the sound was practically a growl.

I touched her face. "Look," I said. "I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn't that enough?"

"Yes, it is enough," she answered, smiling. "Enough for forever. "

And she leaned down to press her cold lips once more to my throat.

Someday I will walk hand in hand with her because she was my destiny. My heart beats for her love and hers only.