AN: Here it is - drums - the third capter of Hope for Eternity. Be warned: This is more kind of a filler . . . not really much story . . . wait for the next one . . If you want a hint what will come, look at Alice's reaction. lol

Disclaimer: Ok not mine, all stephenie's . . . I wish it were mine . . . well, the idea is


Edward carried me to our room (I do love the sound of that) and placed me on the bed they had bought for me to sleep on. It was a huge four-poster made of very dark wood. Maybe mahagoni but I'm no specialist on that matter. When I started sobbing he would hum my lullaby and I fell asleep in his cold arms which were holding me tightly and all what I needed at that moment.

"I love you," he whispered.

When I awoke the next morning I saw Edward sitting on his sofa, obviously lost deep in his thoughts. I yawned and stretched my muscles.

"I just planned on waking you," he said and within the blink of an eye I felt his cold arms around me and his lips on the edge of my jaw. Shivers started running up and down my spine.

I murmured something about needing a human minute, and went into his bathroom. As always the shower helped me relaxing my muscles, and my thoughts started drifting . . . towards the conversation with my mother. I could not really feel sorry, for I felt everything I said and I also meant it.

When I was dressed and back to Edward's room he took me into his arms and ran down the stairs. We entered the kitchen and I sat down with him fixing my cereal.

"Bella, I want to talk . . ." That could not mean anything good.

"Uh, ok. Go ahead."

"Did you honestly mean what you said to your mother yesterday?"

What did he think? He knew this, right?

"Of course, Edward. I meant every single word exactly the way I said it. And I only said what I feel. You know all of this, don't you?"

"Yes Bella, I know. I just had to be sure . . . I don't want you to argue with your mother just beacause of me . . ." His eyes held some sadness in them, but they were also full of love.

"Edward, don't be ridiculous. Didn't you hear me? I just told you that this is what I feel, not just what I wanted all of you to hear. I'd rather hurt her than leave you . . ."

"Who blessed me that I could possibly deserve you?" He asked, grabbing my hand.

"Same question for me," I grinned. Then we both started to laugh until Edward stood up, putting my bowl into the sink, and guided, well carried to be exact, me to his Volvo. Soon enough we pulled up at the school.

Edward and I walked together to English, since we now had nearly every class together. We walked over to our usual seats and as always the whole class stared at us while we dared to kiss in the middle, well actually back but nobody cared, of the classroom.

Just then the teacher entered and the next time we could talk again rather freely was at our table in the cafeteria.

"Charlie wanted us to come over after school. He has a free day today and will join us at the house later," Edward told me.

His and Charlie's relationship had improved by far, since Edward had proved himself as my life savor in front of Charlie many times now. Like when we went for a hike and he caught me every time I started to stumble and so on.

That moment we heard an excited squeal and turned our heads towards Alice who looked still a bit disoriented. She had just had a vision.

"What is it, Alice?" I managed to ask, but when Edward threw her a warning look she started grinning like mad.

"Oh, it's really nothing important."

"And you squealed the whole cafeteria looking at us over nothing?"

"I –err – just saw what I would get for my next birthday."

Since I knew that they didn't really celebrate birthdays I also knew that this was as much as a lie if someone had told me she had just kissed Kennedy, but I decided to drop it.

Two hours later we were entering Charlie's driveway when I heard Edward curse heavily under his breath. One moment later I saw the reason: Billy stood on the porch together with Charlie and they were obviously waiting for us. We stepped out of the car and headed towards them.

"Hey Bells. Would you mind driving Billy home? Jacob can't make it in time. . ." He looked at me pleadingly.

"No, it's ok, dad. I'll just go fetch my key."

As soon as we were inside Edward started one of his little rants.

"I can't believe that. This old man should not stick his nose into other people's matters. Why can't he leave us alone," he would have continued but we were back outside again.

"I'll wait for you here."

Oh, right. He wasn't allowed to the reservation.

"Ok." He leaned down to kiss me, and his eyes flickered to Billy, whom Charlie was already helping into my truck, and then, partly to annoy Billy I was sure, kissed me directly on the neck, just where the pulse is beating under the skin.

He released me and I climed into my car with a wide eyed Billy watching me. As soon as we entered the highway he started talking.

"I cant believe that you are so willingly serving yourself to him, Bella!"

"What do you mean, Billy. Isn't my boyfriend allowed to kiss me anymore?"

"Not if that kiss can be deadly. He could kill you any moment."

"He coul have done that for a while now, you know."

"I don't know what you are thinking, but obviosly nothing."

"I love him and he loves me. End of discussion." I was really angry, and didn't want to look at him right now.

"No, Bella. He will kill you eventually."

"He wold never do that . . ."

"Bella as much as you trust him, nobody can trust the cold ones."

"Oh, and you can trust humans so much more?"

"That's really not my point. He will kill you. Two ways possible."

"He will kill me whatever he does . . ." I whispered.

"WHAT?"

"I said: He will kill me whatever he does." This time I looked him straight into his dark, black eyes. He looked shocked out of mind.

"What do you mean by this, Bella?"

"Well, he could either suck me dry, that would kill me without a doubt. Or he could leave me, that would kill me, too, because either I would die of a broken heart or from the lack of him saving me from my many accidents. Or he could stay, watching me grow old. I couldn't bear that. It would internally kill me as well. I think I would commit suicide if it ever went that way. Or . . ." I stopped out of fear of having said to much. Billy looked both, shocked and somewhat sad.

"Or what? Make you one of them?"

"Yes. If you consider this as death."

"What do you mean by that, Bella?"

"For me, this wouldn't be death, Billy. This is the only way I can truly be with Edward . . . forever. Billy, I want him to change me."

"What? Bella you are making a terrible mistake. Don't let him press you into this. . ."

"No Billy. That's the problem. He refuses to change me. This kills me internally. I love him Billy. Think about that. I'm sure we'll see us again sometime soon," I added as we pulled up before the house and Jacob helped his father out of the car.

"Watch out for you Bella. Do the right thing, please." He was really pleading by now. I smiled sadly at him and turned around, heading towards Charlie's.

Something told me that Edward had listened to this entire conversation, but wasn't going to tell me that he had. And something told me that he had planned something for tonight, to be exact: Alice's reaction to that 'random' vision she'd had at lunch . . .