Before the chapter starts, I've been gone for a long time again and I think I alluded to having a problem. I do and it got worse. There's something wrong with my heart but it isn't physical. I've been dealing with it for about 8 weeks now and recently I've been getting dizzy whenever my heart races or I'm a little stressed. It's a very touchy time for me so I hope you can be understanding.

The Underground Chapter Six

Edward returned me to the hotel while he started working on the fourth floor to make it liveable. I bet I would be bored at some point. I suppose sitting in bed, watching TV was better. This is the first time I've been truly alone, I realized. I glanced at the phone on the nightstand. I've been enjoying this on-the-run lifestyle and didn't want it to end. Would it if I called Charlie and my mom to calm them down or would I successfully convince them not to look for me? I'm sure they've started to and I didn't want them doing that for years before they gave up or 'til their last breath. Could it be that easy? I thought, my hand hovering over it. It could make it worse, they'd know it was Edward for sure and the Cullens would be trouble. Edward really didn't want that to happen and it was the only reason he felt guilty about this. And he's started to trust me. Would this be a betrayal? I wouldn't be able to bear it if he were angry at me. I sat back and returned my attention to the TV.

Edward stopped by for a few minutes in the evening, then returned to the factory to continue the progress. He warned me that's how things would go. He wanted to work day and night so the factory was fixed up soon. He would call every night to see how I was but it still sucked. A few days of this and I was already wanting to be there even if all I could do was watch.

I didn't even have to beg. One night, rather than calling, he came over. I looked in the hole first, scared it wasn't him before letting him in. I wanted to say 'hey' but it got stuck in my throat. It was the way he was looking at me, almost glaring, eyes turning black. I stepped back, he grabbed my wrist to stop me and pulled me to him with an arm around my waist. He bent his head and breathed my scent in deeply, the tip of his nose grazing my neck. Yes, please...

He hissed, and I felt the points of his fangs. The vampire was enjoying this. He bit into me and I merely grunted, grasping his arm. Then I sighed and relaxed into him as the wave of tingles washed over me like an excited electrical current. Humans are a vampire's food but this felt different. I felt connected to him, every fiber, every organ, and every emotion shared. I wanted to kiss him, to feed off of him too. I wanted him closer. I loved how tight he held me, how he held me, how much bigger he was, how dominant. I wanted him to take what he needed. It was thrilling.

When he finished, he licked the wounds closed and picked me up to lay me in bed.

"How are you?" He asked, his voice rumbling slightly in his throat.

"Fine..." I said, taking shallow breaths.

"You need to rest now."

"You're going back?" He was silent for a moment. "I wanna go too."

"Alright." He said.

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't like leaving you here alone. I did it for you." I smiled lightly. He trusted me. Finally.

"Well, don't again."

While I rested, Edward packed everything we had to finally move there. The floor we would live on was cleaned up already he said. After a few minutes, I felt fine enough to move, a little more light-headed than usual but nothing too bad, and got dressed. He straightened my wig for me and told me to sit down on the edge of the bed. Next, I felt the teeth of the wide tooth wooden comb separate my hair. Was he combing it? I turned my head slightly in surprise. It felt like very old school behavior but I loved that he would do something so simple. He worked his way around starting with one part before moving to the next, laying it on my back when he was done, away from the rest. I clutched the fabric at my chest. Something inside me wanted to say I loved him, but it was too soon.

When he was done, I got up and smiled at him, and thanked him. I added the comb to the rest of our things and we walked out of that place, hand in hand. When we got to our apartment, I was very shocked to see he had the wooden floor polished, all the windows cleaned and walls repaired and repainted white.

"I didn't paint them with a color yet. I wanted to ask what color you wanted." He said. How domestic, I thought with a smile as I glanced over the place again.

"What were you thinking of?"

"A dark red."

I smirked. "Dark red sounds nice." He smirked too, a naughty sort. What on earth was he thinking?

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