A/N: So, I now understand why Stephenie Meyer doesn't want to write more stuff in his gloomy point of view after MS. It's kind of exhausting. Anyways, that's why it took a while to get this chapter out. Enjoy!

EPOV

I'd been so careful. I'd been so fucking careful. Our love making had been almost agonizingly slow. I'd been on high alert the entire time for any sign of pain or that I'd gone too far. I'd spent our entire relationship focusing on holding back the monster within, to keep from the lure of her sinfully delicious blood, and yet what I am still caused brought her harm. There was almost an ironic humor to it. I had focused all my willpower on not losing myself and harming her, only to cause her the greatest pain she'd ever feel the second I lost myself to pure bliss and ecstasy. As much as I'd had to hold back, needlessly in hindsight it would seem, being inside the one I loved, having our bodies interconnected and becoming one, was still the greatest pleasure I'd ever felt. The feel of her around me, listening to every sound and breath, hearing her heart speed away rapidly in a way mine never could, in a way hers never would be able to again, brought me more pure bliss than even the taste of her sweet delicious blood.

Blood that would no longer be coursing through her veins. Because I am selfish and I am stupid. How could I have been so stupid to have not foreseen this? Bella, with her purity, had experienced the discomfort all too common with a woman's first time. I'd smelled the tinge of blood as soon as her hymen had been torn. And then her blood mixed with the venom from my climax and her fate was sealed without her consent. I was worse than if I'd bitten her the first day we'd met. I was an incubus, seducing her and bringing her down to my level in one action. I thought yet again, for what was probably the millionth time since I'd first loved her, of Hades and Persephone and pomegranate seeds. I thought of Eve and the Snake and the Garden of Eden. I'd ripped her from paradise, and sentenced her to hell. She even wanted more time. Her few desires were that I be the one to change her, and that we make love while she was a human. And then the monkey's paw twisted and she got everything she'd asked for in one go. And now she was on the bed where we'd consummated our marriage, writhing in agony and shouting in pain.

I remembered the pain vividly. It was the last and most vivid memory of my human life, the first memory I have that's as clear as those of my vampire life. For three days I burned in twisted agony. For three days I felt the torture as my change took place. Carlisle later realized that the transformation would take less time if there was more venom and less blood in the person. Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett had been lucky in that way at least. Their transformations had all taken around two days. They still experienced all the same agonies, but it ended sooner. For me and Carlisle, we got to feel the searing burning as it spread from the shallow gashes our respective creators had left on our hands to the rest of our bodies. Carlisle's creator had done it out of desperation, mine had too.

I stood next to Bella. Her screams had died down to whimpers now, but I knew the pain had to be just as bad. Her heart was pounding in response to the pain. She was always so strong, so resistant to showing even the slightest discomfort. Especially when I was the one who caused it. I started brushing my finger along her hair, cupping her cheek, trying to whisper words of comfort to her. I had no idea if she could hear them or if they were getting through but it was all I could do now. As if I hadn't already done enough.

After a couple of hours the wounds from my bites had already healed over. The change was taking place. I cleaned some of the blood off of her with a damp cloth and then moved her to the other bedroom. I stripped the bedding off of the first bed and then burned the sheets with the cloth. There was no need to torment her with the smell of her own sweet, rich blood once she was changed. I dressed her in a loose button up t-shirt and a cotton zip-up skirt, something she'd feel comfortable in once she woke up. The physical changes would be enough of a shock, no need to dress her in a way that would be unrecognizable to herself. As rough and unexpected as this ended up being, it was the least I could do to ease her transition after the fact.

I started thinking back to my call with Carlisle. It was so obvious this would happen. I was so stupid and reckless. I was every seventeen year old boy who lost all rational thought as soon as the girl he was with said she wanted to put out. As much as I loved Bella with my entire being, I didn't love her enough to protect her from such a stupid mistake inherent to the monster I was.

I laid down next to her, carefully cradling her in my arms, and started to hum her lullaby. The sad ending rang truer than ever. My presence seemed to soothe her, if only just a hair, but if there was anything I could do to make things any better for her, I would. I would walk through the fires of hell for her, just as she was being dragged through the fires of hell because of me. Because of what I am. Because no matter how hard I tried or what I did, I was apparently destined to hurt and destroy her. I held her like that through the rest of the day and into the night.

The second day was somehow worse. The whimpering was punctuated by screams that she was obviously trying so hard to hold in. Even now, after two days of torture caused by me, she didn't want me to know how badly she was hurting. Yet another reason why I shouldn't have done this in the first place. If the more expected outcome had happened and I'd lost control, I hurt her by going more roughly than the feathers' touches I knew were the limit of her soft, delicate body, she wouldn't have said anything until it was too late. She was too unselfish for that, too concerned with the pain of others, too unconcerned with her own wellbeing. And it cost her everything including the ability to choose how she would lose everything.

At ten o'clock my phone rang. I ignored it. I ignored it the next eighteen times it rang. After the twentieth ring, I picked it up.

"What?" I demanded impatiently to whoever it was that decided to interrupt.

"It's going to be done today. Right before sunset," Alice responded in a calm, detached voice. I looked down at Bella's face, twisted in agony. Sunset would begin at 5:30. Eight more hours and my love's transformation would be complete, her torment would be over. Just as I was about to hang up the phone without a good-bye, a thought occurred to me.

"Did you know?" I asked.

"I knew that she would survive and I knew she would come back changed. I tried to respect your privacy enough to not look beyond that. Edward, I'm so sorry." She was trying to maintain the same, even tone but a sob broke out at the end.

"It's not your fault Al," I said as I ended the call.

Bella being at the end of her transformation was bittersweet. The worst was still yet to come, but then it would be over.

At noon the convulsions started. I heard her heart beating so rapidly it sounded like it was trying to explode as the venom, my venom, began to infect it. Bella moaned in agony as her limbs stiffened, her back arching, her body tensing. She gripped the bed below her only to tear a chunk out of the mattress with her new vampire strength. I tried to redirect her to take it out on me. I would provide better purchase for her grasps and deserved any pain she would inflict even if it was only an incremental fraction of the pain I had inflicted on her. She was screaming again, her shouts came out in ragged gasps through clenched teeth. I saw her try to bite her lip as she had done so many times during her human days but stopped as they began to sink into the flesh. Instead she clenched her teeth together and hissed air in and out in shaky, ragged breaths. I tried to speak soft, soothing words to her but it didn't seem to make any difference. But still, I tried in a vain attempt to provide her with any comfort at all.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly. Bella kept alternating between pained screams and tortured gasps as her heart rate dropped after that initial spike.

At three PM, her heart beat thirty beats per minute.

At four PM, her heart beat fifteen beats per minute.

At five PM, her heart beat a meager five beats each minute.

At 5:32 PM, her heart beat for the last time. Her breathing calmed. It was over.

"Bella," I said gently into her ear, trying not to touch her so that she wouldn't be startled. With the new distance I finally got a good look at her for the first time in two days and two nights. She was beautiful in her human form but in her vampire form she was utterly stunning. Her hair was thicker and the highlights were more pronounced. She kept the same heart shaped face but now the cheekbones were more well defined, her jaw came down in a straighter line, her lips were fuller. Her slender neck was now a consistent creamy color, no longer covering the veins that had once held my forbidden ambrosia. Her slender body kept the same delicate curves from her life as a human, apparent even under the casual, baggy clothes I'd dressed her in.

My wife is indescribably gorgeous.

With a start, she opened her eyes. I maintained my distance away, letting her discover me, not wanting her to perceive me as a threat. She may be my Bella, but she was still a newborn and newborns were driven by the basest instincts-self preservation and thirst.

Her blood red eyes danced around the room, trying to take everything in. In a flash she was seated upright, crashing into the headboard and cracking it in the action. The noise must have startled her because she backed away from it suddenly, pulling herself into a crouch as she did. I still had to guess why because, despite my faintest hopes, her mind was still impenetrable to me, even now that she was one of my kind.

Her eyes were still darting all around the room, her head moving slightly as necessary, but otherwise she stayed perfectly still crouched on the bed. I was worried that she would suddenly notice me and attack, startled, thinking I was a threat. I tried again.

"Bella?" It came out as a question this time. A question that was trying to ask so many things.

She turned instantly, still in the same defensive crouch. Her eyes widened as she glanced me up and down. I was suddenly acutely aware that, although I had taken the care to dress her, I myself was still naked from two and a half days ago. I was suddenly keenly aware that this could make things look even worse especially considering the circumstances that led to her transformation taking place.

My fears came to fruition when she pounced on me, taking me down hard. Visions of having to fight off my murderous love suddenly flashed before my eyes as I responded to her reaction. I decided to act minimally. She may regret killing me but I deserved everything she did. She had me pinned down on my back and was staring down at me like a predator to prey.

"Bella, it's me. It's Edward. Take a minute and calm down," I tried to reason. My hands were trapped on either side by her hands. I was trying to think through defensive moves I could do that wouldn't hurt her when she suddenly brought her face down to mine. And then she kissed me. She kissed me roughly, holding nothing back. I reciprocated, letting everything go, every hesitation, every second thought, every moment of patience was suddenly made up for with the ferocity of this kiss. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. It held the passion of our love, the fire of our desire, and the strength of our both now unbeaten hearts.

"Edward," she moaned against my mouth. Her hands had released my arms as she now rubbed them along my face, my arms, my chest. My hands began their own exploration as I attempted to relearn what my wife's body felt like. Her breasts were fuller now, firm but still with a slight softness as I palmed them greedily. Her slender waist curved down to slightly fuller hips. Her thighs gripped around my body, strong and lacking any hesitation or shyness she had once held.

"Edward, I want you," she said. My undead heart soared at the words. My greatest joy had happened despite what I deserved. After all the pain, she wanted me. She wanted me with an unexpected urgency. She still loved me.

Thoughts of her pain went to the back of my mind as her hands went to her shirt. She momentarily fumbled with the buttons before tearing the thing off. The ferocity excited me and I felt myself harden underneath where she was straddling me. She must have noticed as she glanced down at me with a wicked grin before hoisting the skirt up, positioning herself over me, and then sliding down, taking all of me into her in one motion.

The heat of her had felt amazing before but the warmth now brought with it an intensity that was still beyond my best fantasies. And Bella's sureness and quick, strong motions made this better than I could have possibly hoped to imagine. Where the first time had been full of tender care, this time was raw heat and passion as, for the first time in my existence, I had the opportunity to express unrestrained lust and I was not going to give that up. She raised and lowered herself over me, taking me in hard and rough each time as she slammed down onto me. Her unrestrained moans came out with each penetration. My hands wandered over her body before settling on her hips. I tore away the offending fabric of the skirt that she still had on, not wanting anything to come between us. I gripped her firmly and pulled her down onto me, driving myself into her deeper and deeper as I bucked my hips up in time with her motions. I was at a loss for words as the intensity of this pleasure built and built. I watched Bella on top of me. Her face was awash in ecstasy, her mouth was parted as each moan escaped. I tried not to think of how similar this was to how she'd been just hours before except this time she was lost in the pleasure she was receiving from me, rather than untold pain. I could feel the pressure building with each thrust. I was suddenly so grateful that, despite being a perpetual seventeen-year-old boy, I had the stamina of a vampire. Even so, the feeling of Bella tensing up around me as I drove into her as deeply as I could was egging me on towards my climax. Her eyes scrunched up as she began shouting, mostly incoherently but with my name mixed in. Her screams got louder and more intense and then I felt her clench down onto me and that was my undoing. I thrust into her a handful more times as she began to collapse onto me, spent.

She stood up off of me and then backed away, looking down at the floor. I got up in return, still wary of her reaction to me. As much as I'd love to believe that this was still the same Bella, just a little sturdier, her bright red eyes reminded me that she was still an instinct-driven newborn and then I could still be seen as a threat. Her actions just now, as much as I'd love to believe they were just a heightened version of her feelings before, unrestrained by human frailty, could very well have been the strong lust that vampires so often get lost in, heightened by the unique nature of her transformation.

"Sorry," she said softly. That was the last thing I was expecting her to say. I guess she still was my Bella. After everything she'd just gone through, she was apologizing to me for…

"Whatever are you sorry about love?"

"I didn't really control myself. Sorry if you didn't want to, you know, just now. I know how hesitant you are about these things and then I just attacked you."

"Are you apologizing because you're worried I didn't want to have sex with you?" The look on her face was answer enough as she looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes. Not fearful in the way a predator looks at a threat, but rather fearful the way Bella looked at me when she was worried I was upset. She was fearful that, after all of this, my feelings were offended.

"Bella, you are the most absurd creature I have ever met," I said with a laugh as I walked towards her and pulled her into a hug. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I love you," I whispered into her hair.

"I love you too," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me, the glow of the sunset shining into the room around us, leaving the room awash in its own colors along with the shimmer of our bodies as we stood there in our embrace.

A/N: So that's it. I'm probably not going to revisit this unless you guys are dying to know what happens next. Obviously there's a lot different from BD (no Nessie, Jacob's reaction to their return would be completely different, would they even return, etc) but I got out this idea that's been living rent free in my head for a little while. I hope you guys had fun with it the same way I did.