As the scenery changed from houses to nothing but snow-covered forests, our disagreement became far more intense. Though she and I hardly ever bickered or fought, one couldn't tell that on this particular day.
The sun began to set as twilight overtook the afternoon. Heavy snow began to fall. The windshield wipers swished, and we became even more angrier with one another.
Our argument that was originally about a stupid wreath became deeper. All my fears were now laid out in the open, hanging in the air as I sped down the empty highway.
All of my foolish fears about Bella becoming older, becoming bored with a seventeen-year-old and possibly leaving me for someone closer to her age, flew out of my mouth in a less than mature way. Everything I said was not tactful and made me sound my age. Bella, who was just three human years older than I was, wasn't being too grown up either. Though she did quiet my fears when she found out what the underlying cause for my anger was. That it was much deeper than it appeared to be.
"Edward Cullen, you listen to me." Her words were an explosion of anger. "There's no one in the world that I want to fuck but you."
I didn't respond. I didn't know how.
Though her yelling wasn't new, two things were:
One: Her yelling with such anger, that I could almost fill it as if I had Jasper's gift.
Two: It was just for a moment, but I swear I saw into her mind and what I saw had me stunned.
A flash of an image filled my mind. I saw her and I as one body. Trying The Plough Position, as it was called, which we'd seen in a book Emmett and Rosalie gifted us for our 3rd anniversary, six months ago. We had tried a few "easy" positions, so I was surprised that she wanted me to bend her that way while we made love. Was she even that flexible?
Those thoughts went through my mind at the speed of light. Along with the Kamasutra Sex Potion Book, and how it might feel to make love to her the way she wanted. Which was why I wasn't paying attention to the road.
"Dear!" Bella shouted.
At that point, I was staring at her like an idiot as I felt myself becoming hard from everything that I was thinking about.
Blinking at her, I was trying to figure out why she was calling me 'dear.' She never used that nickname before.
Simultaneously, she outstretched her hand, pointing out the windshield. Her face was as pale as mine as she shouted the word 'dear' again.
Bella let out an ear-piercing scream. There was a thump, a loud bang, and the sound of glass cracking. Followed by the smell of animal blood as something fell off the hood of the car and the tires ran over something big. I realized when I averted my eyes from her face to the cracked and blood splattered windshield. That I hit the deer she was talking about when I assumed she was giving me a new nickname.
Another deer ran into the road. Bella was freaking out, both from me driving too fast and from us hitting the deer, and her not wanting the other one to get injured. But it was just standing there, staring at my busted car.
"Shit!" The word slipped from my lips.
My hands jerked the steering wheel to the right to avoid hitting the second deer that was larger than the first. I swerved the car so as to not hit the large animal. Unfortunately there was black ice on the road, causing us to skid, and unintentionally making us fly off the road and right into the forest.
Snow and trees flew past us as we rolled down a hill, all the while Bella screamed, clutching my shirt. With one hand on the wheel, I held her in a tight embrace with the other.
The next thing I knew, the front of the car collided with a tree. I remember a bang, and a crash. Glass shattered, flying at Bella and me. I did my best to shield her, though everything went silent then.
No longer was there a roar of the engine for it had died. Both screams had hush too. She must have hit her head during our crash, for she was unconscious with shards of glass in her scalp, blood pouring out of her head.
"Bella!" There was alarm in my tone.
There was no answer. Her body was as limp as a wet noodle. The scent of her blood surrounded me, permeating the air and driving me mad. Holding my wife, who was motionless in my arms, I shook her gently, trying to wake her.
With each gentle shake, logic and reason ward in my head. Just as a Devil sitting on my left shoulder telling me one thing while the Angel on the right, telling me something else. I felt conflicted by right and right.
The burning in my throat ached.
I wanted so much to make sure she was going to be okay, yet at the same time, I wanted to taste her blood. Let it coat my tongue and throat without killing her. I did it once before when James bit her, and a little voice in my mind told me I could do it again.
At the time I was sure that voice was my conscience but looking back, it might have been a hallucination from hunger. After all, I've waited two weeks to feed. I was planning on going for a hunt that night after we trimmed our tree. But those plans were a little too late.
So much for plans because everything changed. It started with a wreath, which quickly turned into a heated argument. Which ended up with a car accident caused by a couple of deer trying to get to the other side of the road.
As I thought about everything while I tried to wake Bella up, I heard a voice in my mind. I assumed had long ago died but obviously hadn't.
'Drink it. Just a little won't kill her.' The monster in my mind sneered.
'NO!' I silently yelled back.
I held my breath as my eyes lingered on the delicious red liquid. It soaked her hair and covered her face. Despite her being injured and me worried for her beyond reason. Her blood was calling out to me. Pulling me in and I was done.
The monster that lived rent free inside my brain began to sing and dance a jig. He realized he won, and I lost the moment my eyes were fixed on my love's bloody face. I, however, didn't realize this until venom pooled in my mouth.
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