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Still don't own Twilight... walks away muttering to self

The next few days were difficult. I saw him everyday, and everyday I couldn't face him. We made small talk, to be polite, but I tried to steer clear of him as much as possible. I soon realized just how depressed I had become. I walked around like a zombie, my face blank, eyes dead. Cordelia and Jasper took notice immediately. However, Jasper's attempts at making me happier were futile. Nothing could lift the oppressive melancholy that had come over me. I'm sure Edward noticed as well, but of course he would never say anything.

"Isabella. What is going on? The whole coven is talking about you." Drake had pulled himself away from the guests for once to inquire about my well-being. I must say, I was shocked.

Naturally I knew better. He really didn't care how I felt, just as long as I put on a happy appearance.

"Drake, please don't. I'm simply not in the mood. Don't push me."

"This is getting ridiculous. Why are you so damn depressed? We don't need this right now. Keep it to yourself." It was a warning, one that I had to heed.

"Alright, I will." I smiled broadly, my perfect white teeth dazzling.

"Very good." He was gone in an instant and I was relieved.

Relief didn't last very long. I was soon informed that I was to lead a group in a hunt. Drake assigned me the Cullens. This wasn't good. We set out just after sunset. We all dressed comfortably in black. This time I decided against high heels and settled for a pair of rugged boots. We would venture into the deep wilderness of New Hampshire and it was a long run.

"This way." I motioned for the Cullens to follow as we reached the black forest.

We began to run. We ran for miles and miles until even we felt tired. I gracefully came to a stop when we reached the campsite. There was no sense to go back home tonight.

I could smell the animals around us, their blood running swiftly through their bodies. I could also sense their fear. Animals were naturally repelled by us. I held my breath to ease them, allow them to come forth. As I looked around I spotted a bear, a dear, some squirrels.

"Don't wander further than a five mile radius from this site." I warned. "But please, do go ahead and hunt. This is an excellent place." I encouraged.

The others went of in an instant, dividing up into pairs. I was left alone. Well, I was left with him.

"These are lovely woods." He commented.

"Yes, they are." I breathed deep feeling the scent of the forest filling my dead lungs. "Aren't you thirsty?" I turned to him, not quite sure what he was still doing here.

"Not particularly. But I think I'll have something. May I accompany you?"

"Sure. Let's go." Despite my better judgment, I found myself running through the woods, Edward by my side. We stopped dead in our tracks after spotting a bear.

"Go ahead." I encouraged.

"No, please. Go first." I shrugged. I crouched, my muscles tensing. My perfect lips curled around my razor sharp teeth. I pounced on the poor creature. I was very neat when I fed. I never caused any pain. Their deaths were always quick. I saw no fun in playing with my food.

When I had finished I turned to him. His eyes were wide with shock. I realized that he had never seen me like this before. He still thought I was the fragile clumsy Bella he knew so well.

"Your turn." I merely said my voice expressionless.

His head snapped to the right as he saw an even bigger bear approach. I watched him closely as he attacked. There was something very animalistic in the way we hunted. It was incredibly sensuous and almost sensual. It was rather erotic to watch. I gasped when I watched him. I wanted him in every way. I stared intently. Even when he turned to face me, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

He grinned and came toward me. I moved closer to him. We stood inches away from each other. I couldn't hold back, my mind, body, and soul was calling out to him. Suddenly all the love and adoration that I ever had for him came rushing back. My Edward, my dear sweet Edward. He was my savior, protector, my one and only. He still loved me. And I … I adored him with my whole being.

His eyes burned with love and desire. They blazed, lighter now because he just fed. I reached out and roughly pulled him to me, my arms tightly wound around his neck. I pulled him into the deepest kiss I have ever experienced. I couldn't breathe, I didn't want to. My fingers intertwined in his silky bronze locks. He clutched me, with much more force than ever before, for I was no longer breakable. Then his scent hit me. He was the same Edward, he still smelled amazing. I couldn't stop. My hands roamed through his neck, back, waist. In seconds we were lying on the forest grass. I was straddling him, while his hands moved up and down my sides, around my lower back.

"Edward." I breathed out not knowing what else to say. I loved the way his name rolled of my tongue.

"I love you Bella." He said with determination, even ferocity.

"I love you. I always have. I always will." I declared boldly. He stared at me shocked.

"But Bella… what about your hus- "

I cut him off, pressing my lips fiercely to his. We continued kissing, and then began to rip our clothes off of each other. In an instant I recognized that familiar sense of pleasure and euphoria drifting over me. This time, I did not withdraw. I clutched him close, as he kissed my hair, caressed my skin softly. I felt him in every way. For the first time in my life I was making love. His lips roamed around my neck, down to my chest. I pinned him to the ground, lips inches from his, eyes locked. I didn't take my eyes off of his. We were bound together in every single way now. This was the last stroke that broke all ties I ever had with Drake. He was nothing to me. I had Edward, really had him, and he had me. We belonged to one another. I was in ecstasy.

It was over much too soon. Being vampires it was not difficult nor did it take long to climax. But it was wonderful. I felt more at peace than I have in my entire life as a vampire. To lie on his perfect chest as it rose and fell with his now even breathing, was bliss. He gently twirled my hair between his long and slender fingers as I traced patterns with mine across his chest and abdomen. We didn't speak; we didn't even look at each other. It was enough just to touch, just to be near each other. Ours wasn't a love that had to be expressed, it just was.

Hope you enjoyed the little bit of fluff and the smut (which makes for an excellent combination, right?) Do review darlings!