Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters, they all belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer
Chapter 1
And he leaned down to press his cold lips once more to my throat.
Chills went up and down my spine as I felt his cold breath on my neck. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Yes, I want to be with you," I paused, "forever." I could see the pain in his eyes, I knew he wasn't sure about doing this, but I wanted it, and I was ready for it, the pain would be worth forever with Edward.
"I still don't know if I can do this Bella, I don't know if I can live knowing I condemned you to such a life, that I took so much away from you." It hurt me so much to see him like this, but I knew he would realize this was what was meant to happen, we were made for each other.
"I want this Edward," I reassured him, "and as long as I am with you, it will be worth it. What are you going to do when I get old and die? We were meant for each other, you know neither of us would be happy with anyone else."
"Yes, you are right about that, no one could ever compare to you."
"So, will you do it?"
"You are absolutely sure you are ready?"
"Yes."
"Ok, then, hold still."
Like I could move if I tried, I thought to myself.
As he leaned into my neck once more his scent overwhelmed me. I felt him hesitate as he placed his mouth on my neck. Just before his teeth sank into my skin, I woke up and found myself lying in my bed.
Edward noticed I was awake and kissed my neck. "Good morning, Bella."
"Good morning. What time is it?" I asked searching for my alarm clock.
"Around 11:30."
"Wow, really?" I sat up and tried to run my hand through my hair, but it got stuck. I realized it must still have all the pins and hairspray in it from the night before.
"Can I have a quick human minute?"
"Of course." He said gesturing his hand to the door.
"Ok, I will be right back," I said as I gave him a quick kiss. I grabbed my bathroom bag and hobbled into the bathroom.
I was a mess, my hair was sticking up everywhere and my make up was smeared under my eyes. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and then I hopped into the shower. As the hot water ran over me my dream popped into my head. I sorted through the parts that really happened and the dream. We did have a conversation about changing me, but it went the other way, he wouldn't do it, he refused, no matter how much I begged. I got out of the shower as the hot water died down and changed into a pair of jeans and a dark green top, and quickly brushed through my hair.
I dropped my pajamas and towel in the hamper and went to my room to find Edward lying on my bed listening to the CD Phil gave me.
"So what are the plans for today?" I asked as I sat down next to him on the bed.
"I don't know I don't have anything planned. What would you like to do?"
Just then the phone rang and Charlie's voice came up the stairs. "Bella, it's for you."
"Coming," I called to Charlie, "I will be right back, don't leave." I said to Edward as I went down stairs and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi!" came Jess's excited voice. "Oh my gosh, what happened to you last night? I saw you dancing with Edward and then you were gone, I didn't see you the rest of the night. And oh my gosh Bella, Edward in that tux, wow! You are so lucky!
"We went outside and talked for a while and then we left early."
"Ohhh… what did you do after you left?"
"Nothing, he just brought me home."
"Oh," I could hear the disappointment in her voice, she was hoping for something more interesting.
"So, did you and Mike have fun?"
"Yes! It was amazing, we had a great time, I don't think it could have been any better." She continued on for another ten minutes telling me every important detail of her night. "Well I got to go, Mike is coming to get me, we are going to the movies. See you at school on Monday, Bye."
"Bye," I said and hung up the phone.
"So did you have fun last night Bells?" Charlie asked behind me.
"Yeah, I had a great time."
"So does that mean you actually danced?" He had a mocking grin on his face.
"Yeah dad." I smiled as I got into the fridge and got out the orange juice. I wanted to wrap this conversation as quickly as possible, I wanted to go back upstairs to see Edward.
"Well I think I am going to go upstairs and send mom an email."
"Ok, I've got to go into work, they called me about half an hour ago and need me to come in. You'll be fine here alone? I really hate not spending enough time with you."
"I'll be fine dad, we have been over this before, I am just like you. I don't mind being by myself, besides, I will probably see Edward later anyway.
"Alright then, bye, I probably won't be back till around eight tonight."
"See you then dad, bye."
As he went out the door I limped towards the stairs. Before I knew he was there, Edward had swept me up in his arms and was carrying me up the stairs.
"I could have made it up the stairs by myself," I said, with a fake look of annoyance on my face.
"Yes… but it would take you ten minutes," he teased as he sat down in the rocking chair with me on his lap.
"Yeah that's true," I sighed.
"So anyways, what are you ideas for the day?"
"Well, I suppose I should email my mom like I said I would. After that I'm sure we can find something to do.
"Ok," he replied simply.
"This is going to take awhile," I sighed as I clicked the connect button for the internet. "Maybe I will grab some breakfast while I wait."
"Ok," was all he said once again as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs into the kitchen. He sat me down on the kitchen floor, and held on to me a moment longer just to make sure I was stable.
I could feel his eyes follow me as I went around the kitchen making my bowl of cereal. I sat down next to him and ate my cereal silently, lost in my own thoughts.
"What are you thinking about," Edward asked.
"Just about last night," I lied, though it wasn't a complete lie, I was thinking about last night… my dream last night. And of course he knew it was a lie, he always did.
"Bella, why do you always abbreviate what you are thinking? You know it drives me insane."
"Because it will upset you to know what I am really thinking about."
"That doesn't mean I don't want to know…"
"It's nothing really, just a dream."
"What about?"
"Last night."
"Could you please tell me a bit more?"
"Fine, if you must know, I had a dream that you changed me at prom, while we were outside on the bench."
He frowned, just like I knew he would. "See, I told you that you wouldn't be happy about it."
"No, it's fine, I wish you would just tell me straight out what you are thinking, no matter what you think I will think about it, I would rather just know."
"Ok, I will promise to always tell you exactly what I am thinking about, on one condition."
"What's the condition?"
"You have to always tell me exactly what you are thinking as well. I should know what you are thinking, if you are going to know what I am thinking."
He hesitated for a moment. "Ok, that sounds fair enough."
"Alright then." I smiled and finished the rest of my cereal.
