A/N: wow. A major thank you to everyone who reviewed, I forgot to put on the end of chapter two that I really want reviews. You guys keep me going, really.

I also want to say that this is from Aurora's point of view. I didn't feel like I was expressing her and Tristan's characters very well or there relationship (a lot of people gave me WAY different opinions), which is more playful and less cautious than Bella and Edward's. Also, and I'll explain this better later on in the story, Aurora and Tristan can be a lot closer and more physical than Edward and Bella, because, he still drinks from humans. I know, weird huh? But the thing is that since he does drink from humans his hunger can be fully satiated, unlike Edward's, and he makes sure he is not thirsty at all around Aurora. He does not like killing humans, but we'll go into that later on, I swear, this story is going to be like 30 chapters long when I'm finally through. Lol.

Oh yeah, and The Vampire Battles will be explained… Next chapter(I think), lol, but Aurora does try to get the answer for yall in this chapter.

Also, this is taking forever (sorry); the next chapter will be pretty much all Bella and Edward moments, and the surprise. And there is definitely a plot to this story, I swear. So stick with me.

So sorry for the delay, here is chapter three.

APOV

My beautiful vampire had carried me into a dark room and we were kissing already, so I only caught a glimpse of Bella and Edward still against the wall, watching us as the door closed.

I decided Bella and I had made a valiant attempt in being away from our true loves, even if it was pointless. With Tristan whispering that he loved me, and it was pure torture when I locked myself in the bathroom, and he couldn't wait to hold me like this all night, I was defeated.

He had the tank top I had been wearing under the hoodie off before we even hit the bed. He was hovering over me supporting himself with one elbow as he kissed my neck. He was unbuttoning my jeans with the other hand. My turquoise stilettos hit the floor one by one, and then I felt my jeans being stripped away, so I lifted the bottom of his shirt up running my hands under it over his cold sculpted abdomen and chest. Realizing what I wanted he reached one hand back behind his neck and pulled the soft tee-shirt over his head and completely off. Still kissing, I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down a little, his lips formed a smile before they plunged back onto mine with intensity.

He was having some difficulty removing his jeans, kissing me, and holding himself up on one elbow so his huge glorious frame wouldn't squish me. I turned me head to the side for some air. He took the opportunity to remove the jeans. I looked at his gorgeous face and remembered how lucky I was; as if we exchanged thoughts, he said "You're so beautiful, too beautiful for me." He looked sad.

"Right back at ya, hun," I breathed. His voice was incredibly smooth.

"You can't see your aura right now, so you don't know what you're saying." He teased.

"What color is it now?" I asked as seductively as I could.

He complied hesitantly, I could tell my voice had worked on him; he wanted to start kissing me again. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again they were a beautiful aqua color. The color, he told me his eyes were when he was human. He smiled then as he always does when he is asked to look at my aura.

"It's a beautiful shade of green and gold, sort of combined, but not mixed. It's amazing," he sighed.

I smiled, leaning up on my elbows letting my long hair fall back from me face.

"Thank you," I murmured softly against his lips.

His mouth opened and right as his lips were going to take mine, I dropped my head back on the pillow playfully; I laid there waiting for a response.

I looked up into his eyes which were crimson again and I saw the lust that flared there as I made my teasing move. He only paused for a short time before he caught onto the game. He grinned wickedly at me and lowered his lips to my outer left collar bone; he worked his way across it to the center of my chest and headed down. When he reached right below my bellybutton he looked up into my eyes giving me his cocky smile, I then realized I had stopped breathing. Yup, he had definitely won. He wrapped his cool muscular arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest, listening to my heart, I assumed. I was watching his body rise and fall as he adjusted his breathing to match mine when a question occurred to me, but I didn't want him to get angry right now so I tried to ignore what was on my mind, but unfortunately my heart gave me away. It was doing double-time within my ribs. He noticed and looked up at me smiling, instantly perched on his elbows again, "Ready for another round?"

I almost laughed realizing that was what he must have been thinking. I was now completely aware I was only wearing my matching Victoria's Secret red lace bra and thong.

"Not exactly," I tried to smile, I didn't exactly fool him though, he frowned and blinked, his eyes were the beautiful aqua again. He was using his gift to look at auras to judge my mood.

"Stop that, it's cheating!" I scolded; he ignored me looking slightly upset.

"You're nervous and mad about something, what's up?" his deep voice was compelling. My heart was thundering in my chest now as his gift dissected my exact feelings.

"Now you are a bit frustrated too…oh," he had noticed the look I gave him after he looked at my aura without my permission. I crossed my arms over my chest in protest, covering up my cleavage.

"Sorry," he muttered, and blinked his eyes. Instantly the burgundy I loved returned. I still left my arms where they were. He leaned in and kissed my cheek, and then he whispered in my ear, "What's wrong? You can tell me anything, right?" he asked with a kind smile.

"And you would tell me anything too?" I asked. I could see him struggle to not use his gift on me to see what the "good" answer was to my question.

Finally: "Of course." His voice edged toward caution.

"Fine then, what are The Vampire Battles?" I bit my lip, nervous again, SHUT UP HEART, man I would be glad when that stupid thing stopped beating, if that would ever happen.

He was definitely not expecting that one. He was instantly stiff and I searched his face for any emotions but it didn't show any, he had stopped breathing and was staring back into my eyes. He lifted himself up from the bed and picked me up from the bed too without saying a word he pulled back the covers and gently laid me down inside them before leaving the room, still silent he just grabbed his jeans and closed the door. I felt so alone, just laying there waiting an eternity for him to return. I looked over and saw on the clock it was 3:00 a.m. I jumped up and grabbed some pjs and lay back down. I was getting slightly ticked that he didn't come back, but I was too tired, and sleep consumed me. When I woke the next morning it was 7 am and the sun was barely shining behind thick clouds into the room through one wall that was completely glass that I hadn't noticed, much earlier that morning.

I now noticed all my potted plants and flowers covered the room's surfaces, Tristan must have brought them in from the car.

Tristan, I thought, he was here somewhere, but I had definitely woken up alone and that hurt.

I sat up in the bed and searched for him. He was sitting in a corner on the ground, face in his hands.

I shuffled the pillows around a little so he would know I was awake. His head snapped up and he looked anxiously into my eyes, struggling again not to use his gift.

"Where did you go?" I asked roughly, looking down at the comforter.

"I went for a walk." He answered eagerly, hoping I wouldn't get angry.

"Oh," there was nothing I could think of to say so we sat there in silence while I played with a loose string on the comforter. If he only knew how much I wanted him to hold me right now he would win and there was no reason I should let him, after what he pulled last night, leaving me alone like that. In a house full of strangers, gold-eyed vampires to be exact. I wonder why their eyes are gold like that. I tried to convince myself to be mad at him for that reason, but truly I was sad he could just leave me like that! I got a taste of my own medicine, that's what I got. I thought of the bathroom incident. Yep, nasty cherry flavored medicine.

"I missed you though," he muttered standing up and placing a single red rose on the bed in front of me, and then he backed up a couple steps, his huge glorious form vulnerable.

"I didn't go anywhere." I answered, still not looking at him. It came out a bit harsh, and he winced as if my words caused him physical pain, that hurt me too.

"I know," he sighed. "And I'm sorry."

That was all I needed. I threw back the covers and jumped into his muscular arms, he caught me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, he held me close to him and I pressed my forehead to his, hard.

"Don't ever leave me again…promise me." My voice was intense, and he tried to calm me down.

"I promise." He said burying his gorgeous face in my neck.

"Okay then, now I need to shower."

"No you don't," he whined and tightened his grip on me. "You took one last night." He was right, I took one around ten p.m. in our hotel room in Port Angeles. I laughed and his beautiful face looked up at me, happy.

"Okay, I don't. Now let me down," he looked at me like he was deciding to comply or not. I smiled encouragingly showing him I wouldn't leave. I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and waited patiently. He reluctantly loosened his grip and I dropped to the ground. I walked over to the duffel bag on the ground beside the bed, aware of his eyes following me. I grabbed a pair of long basketball shorts that went down below my knees and an old football jersey of Tristan's, which I had tailored myself, to fit me as he was just a couple sizes too big. What I did to it he called ruining it, and always muttered "poor thing" when I wore it. I loved the way it smelled, just like him. I threw my hair up in a huge bouncing messy bun, purposely letting strands fall around my face. "Mmmm…" he hummed hugging me, "you look delicious, but wear these instead." He held up a pair of my short, cotton gray shorts.

"Why?" I asked confused.

He shrugged, "I like to look at your legs."

I raised an eyebrow. "Okay, but I can name a few others who might like them too." I was joking of course, you could tell by the way they acted, all the men in this housewere head over heels for their wives and in Edward and Bella's case, girlfriend. I smiled slipping out of the baggy shorts. He drew his eyebrows together in frustration and ran over to the duffel bag and grabbed a pair of my oldest baggiest sweat pants that I used for pjs. He tried to hand them to me but I wouldn't take them.

"No way, you're being ridiculous." I refused smiling, this was obviously a joke. I saw the look on his face and quickly asked, "Are you serious?" I was a bit shocked, this wasn't normal for him. He jerked them out at me again; I took that as a yes.

I defiantly slipped into the cotton shorts. "No way, use this as an opportunity to work on those jealousy issues I didn't even know you had." I was surveying him now.

He threw his arms into the air. "Do you want me to get jealous?"

"N-" I started, he was taking this way wrong.

"Are you flattered by the attention?"

"STOP!" I said. "You know I don't care if anyone but you finds me attractive. I thought you knew me better than that!" it was upsetting me that he actually thought I could behave that way.

"I do," he murmured, actually thinking his thoughts through this time around. "It's just that…jealousy…is definitely a new feeling. I've had you practically to myself from the moment I met you. Last night when Edward touched you…" he trailed off cracking his knuckles. "and I actually like the guy, we got to talking after you two left but I still couldn't get over the fact that he touched you." he was shaking his head, not looking at me.

I grabbed his wrist and placed his large cool hand on my cheek. "Edward is a good guy and he loves Bella very much. You know that, you saw his aura, and I can tell by the way he looks at her. What is there to worry about? Just remember how much I love you and we'll be fine."

"I don't understand how you could love me at all." He sighed, still focusing on the floor.

"Why don't you look at how much I love you, just so you feel better?" I suggested playfully.

He wasn't expecting that, and he loved looking at my aura for some reason, so he smiled. He blinked and his beautiful aqua irises returned and I projected all my love for him right at them. He only looked at me for a second before he turned away, shutting his eyes tight.

"What's wrong?" I asked worried.

"It was just so bright." He laughed, "I mean, it is always bright, brighter than anyone else I've ever seen, but when you did…whatever you did--it was blinding."

"I'm sorry, I didn't really know I could do that." I explained fast worried that I had hurt him.

"What did you do exactly?" he asked curiously.

"I sort of just thought about you and directed the feeling at you." I said. "Sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong. You couldn't if you tried, you're so perfect." I glared at him. Liar.

He leaned down to kiss my cheek. "I had better get dressed." He sighed.

"Yay! One of my favorite parts of the day." I added happily.

He raised one eyebrow at me, "You're so cute when you're excited. Why are you happy about me putting on closes?"

"Well, because you have to take the original ones off first idiot." I informed him. He smiled at me and set me down on the bed.

"Of course I do," he breathed on my neck in that deep seductive voice. Breathe, Aurora, just breathe.

He changed into a sporty outfit to match me. He put on a very black tee-shirt that looked amazing with his skin. And a pair of basketball shorts like the ones I had tried to put on earlier, coming impressively to just below his knees. They were white with a soft blue,smooth satin edge that went around the bottoms of both legs and turned into a thick line of baby blue as they went up the sides of the shorts. He also threw his head back to let the light locks fall away from his face and he slipped a black ball cap backwards over his head. The completed look went well with his athletic body and was breathtaking. He was so gorgeous I let my mouth hang open. He smiled at me and in a blur I was cradled in his arms. His crimson eyes I loved holding me in a trance.

"Are you ready?" he asked quietly, his lips moving against my forehead.

"Huh?" I asked, totally sidetracked by his smell.

He laughed and his breath hit me in ripples, wow that smell was amazing. He set me down on the ground and took a step back allowing me non-seducing air. "Thanks," I murmured a little disappointed he wasn't still holding me. "What did you say?" I asked.

"Are you ready." He definitely thought this was funny.

"No, not yet…" I glared. I walked over to the duffel bag and pulled out the bandana I had bought for this jersey. It was purple as the jersey was white with a purple number 17 on the front and the back. I folded it until it was an inch thick strip and I tied it around my head, knotting it by the back of my neck. I pulled at my hair so that the few strands of hair fell around my face were not pulled back. I looked in the mirror and had an odd sense of sadness, this was how I used to wear my hair back at home in Cali.. I wore it like this the night I met Tristan, I shivered.

I looked up into his red eyes and I saw he was looking at me, worried. I forced a smile at him. He was holding me in an instant.

"Oh Aurora," he cooed in the voice I loved. "I'm so sorry baby. Why do you wear your hair like that if it makes you so sad?"

"Because I don't want to forget my past." I answered, a hard lump in my throat. He stiffened. "I love you and I will always be happy when I'm with you. Don't worry about it." I quickly repressed the memories and smiled at his beautiful face. He was still upset. I walked away from his arms and went to the duffel bag again grabbing my black Nike flip-flops. "Forget it." I walked towards the door and looked back at him, he must have looked at my aura as I was turned around and saw my sadness in full, and he looked close to tears even though that was impossible.

"I can't stand to see you this way, and it's all my fault." He growled. I walked over to him, cursing myself for causing him this pain, I was so stupid!

"It wasn't your fault, you saved my life!" I reminded him.

"Barely, I nearly…" he trailed off collapsing against the wall and sliding to the floor as he struggled to repress the memories.

I knelt down in front of him and placed my hands on his knees. "I'm hungry and I don't want to talk about this. Will you please help me find some food now?"

He looked a little happier at the thought of taking care of me.

"Oh… okay." He still looked upset.

"Come on," I said standing up and offering my hand to help him up. "You've been neglecting your duties."

He rolled his red eyes at my helping hand but took it anyway, not using it at all. He hugged me then, "You're too good to be with this monster."

"You're wrong." I whispered.

He didn't say anything as we walked to the door and turned the knob.

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