A/N: I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about this chapter. I hope that you all like it. Remember the differences I said I wrote in Bella? Also, remember when I said lemon warnings? Continue...

Chapter 15: The Threat

Bella

I woke to Edward next to me, holding me close. At least he had come back; that was something. I didn't have it in me to smile back at him, though, when he lifted his eyes to mine. I wondered, though, if I was like him if he would have stayed with me last night. Of course he would have; the problem was my human blood, right? I sighed and pulled myself out of bed.

"Bella? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I just need a human minute. Then I want to make something to eat that isn't cereal." I didn't look at him. How could I? I had caused a problem for him last night, I was morose and crabby because of the drive, because of losing my father...I wasn't really pleasant to be around at the moment.

"Ok, love," Edward said. He didn't really sound convinced, but he let me go.

I wandered into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and hair, and using the bathroom. When I got out, I smelled something divine from the kitchen. I walked in to see Edward at the stove, something sizzling. Looked like he was making me eggs and bacon for breakfast. I hurried to go into the kitchen to help him.

"Here, I can finish it. Thanks for starting my breakfast." I hastened to take over the cooking, so he wouldn't have to.

"It's ok, Bella. Let me make food for you. We are going to be here for a while, may as well get used to certain human things, right?" His eyes twinkled at me.

"Uh, ok." I went and sat down on the chair in the living room, for lack of anywhere closer to sit. I watched him for a bit, but the ringing of my cell phone broke my concentration. I raced into the bedroom to grab it, seeing it was from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I answered, breathless?

"Bells? That you? You ok?"

"Dad! Are you ok? How are you feeling?" I wasn't expecting to hear from him, so this was definitely a surprise.

"I'm good, Bells. I mean, I think I am. I don't know." He laughed, and it sounded different to me. His voice was off, like prettier? I didn't know how to describe it. "I'm still getting used to everything, I guess."

"Yeah, I can imagine," I said, hoping one day I would be able to find out. "Do you feel different?"

"Honestly? I feel great. Like I have all this energy; more than I've ever had in my life. I can run really fast now, too. The, uh, hunting may take some getting used to."

I laughed, not really knowing what else to say. I listened to him tell me about the process, how painful it was and how it was the clearest memory he had so far. He didn't remember the accident with Jacob, though he had been told about it. He was concerned that I'd had to witness it, but I was quick to assure him that Edward had blocked most of it.

"I'm just glad that you weren't in Jacob's way," Charlie said, sighing. "I'm glad that I could take the brunt of this, even if it means we are separated for a while."

"Do you think you'll be able to be around me ever?" I asked, biting my lip. I knew Edward could hear me, so I wasn't really sure how to talk to him about me being changed to be like him.

"I don't know, Bells. Esme says I'm dangerous to you right now; that if I smell human blood, I won't be able to control myself."

"You sound pretty controlled right now, Dad."

"I hunted before I called; and you aren't in the same room as I am." Charlie sighed again. "I don't know how long it will be; Esme said maybe about a year. Possibly two."

"What am I supposed to do for two years, Dad? It's not like Mom is around or even reachable." Edward sat next to me on the bed, reaching out to hold my hand. I leaned against him for support.

"Oh, Bells. I wish I could be there for you. I'm sure the Cullens could track down Renee if you wanted."

"Edward offered that already. I really don't think she would be ok with this new world we are a part of, Dad."

He huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, you are probably right." He was silent for a minute. "Are you ok? Is Edward taking care of you?"

I squeezed Edward's hand. "He is, Dad."

"Let me talk to him for a minute, ok?"

"Sure, Dad." I handed the phone to Edward, who took it without hesitation.

"Hello, Charlie." He was quiet for a minute; I couldn't hear what Charlie was saying, though. "I promise I will. That's my only priority right now...no, of course. We are continuing it online. I'll help...yes, I've taken all of these classes over and over...I actually hold two doctorates, so I think I'll be ok." He glanced up at me and smirked. "I know, I'll make sure. Give Esme a hug for me, will you? Tell her I miss her...ok, here's she is."

I took the phone from Edward. "What were you asking him, Dad?"

"Just to make sure you were safe and continued school. Guess I shouldn't ask a hundred-year-old vampire if he can handle teaching you high school classes, huh?" He laughed a little. "I'm going to let you go now, though. I want you to eat and get some rest. Edward will help you, ok? Make sure you stay with him."

"I promise, Dad." I sniffed, trying not to cry. "I'll miss you. Make sure to call me when you can, ok?"

"I will, Bells. Love you, kid."

"Love you, too, Dad."

I ended the call and set my phone down on the nightstand. I leaned into Edward again, just needing to mull everything over.

"Come on, love. Your food is getting cold."

I made my way back to the living room and ate what he made without really tasting it. I assured him it was good, but my heart wasn't in it. He knew I was wallowing at this point. He made a point to talk to me, ask me questions, deter my brain from focusing on everything. Eventually, I'd had enough.

"Look, I get that you are trying to distract me. But I really don't need that right now."

He smirked at me, leaning his head closer. "Are you sure?"

He was dazzling me. Like he always did when he was this close. "I'm sure. I'm going to go take a nap. Maybe we can take a walk after lunch?"

The disappointment was clear on his face, but he still smiled. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Get some rest, love. I'll be here when you get up. I'll make you lunch and we can go for a walk, ok?"

I nodded, and wandered back into the bedroom. Laying down on the bed, I stared at the ceiling. There were many things going on in my head. The first was definitely the biggest. My mortality. Everything that had happened with Charlie just proved the point I had made in my head: I needed to be turned. Just like him. Just like Edward and his mother. It was the only way to keep him, and to keep me safe. I hadn't had any injuries lately, so I was definitely overdue. There had to be a way to convince Edward to change me.

The second – albeit a smaller part of my head was on this one – was Charlie and this situation. I guessed that living in a cabin alone with Edward was fine. I just felt sort of out of my element. There was no school, no freedom, no book stores or libraries. I was literally in the middle of nowhere.

Which led me to the third one: Edward. We had only been together for a short time, really. But the fact that I was already thinking about being turned so that I can stay with him. Sure, a lot had to do with staying with Charlie, but most of it was him. I loved his family already, and, if I'm being honest with myself, I was in love with him, too. We had a connection I couldn't ignore, and I knew that I needed to figure something out about that, too.

I tempted him; that much was obvious. He would only kiss me for so long before he left and cowered near a wall on the other side of the room from me. How could we be together if he couldn't stay that close to me for long? Honestly, that led me right back to issue number one.

Finally, when my stomach started growling, I stood up and went back out in the living room. Edward was reading a book on the couch, and looked up as I approached.

"Did you get some sleep, love?" he asked, with a knowing look. He could tell I hadn't slept.

Rather than answering, I shrugged. I walked into the kitchen, making myself a sandwich. "We still good to take a walk?"

He put the book down, and was instantly standing next to me, kissing my forehead. "As long as you still want to."

I looked outside through the thick trees. "Are there, um, bears out there?"

Edward threw his head back and laughed. "Trust me, Bella, I'm scarier than any bear. Or really, any other animal that's out there."

"Wait, are you...bears?" The look of shock on my face must have been hilarious, because he kept laughing. "How the hell do you hunt bears? Is it even hunting season?"

He smiled at me, all of his teeth showing. "I don't need weapons to hunt. And I definitely don't need a hunting license." I shivered at the thought, and Edward chuckled. "Finally, a rational response. I was beginning to think nothing would scare you." He brought his hands up to my cheeks. "I promise to keep you safe, ok?"

I nodded, finishing my sandwich. I wandered over to the front of the cabin, putting my shoes on and grabbing my jacket. It was still pretty cold outside, even though it was the middle of the day. Edward walked behind me until we were outside, then he grabbed my hand, leading me toward the woods. We walked in silence; somehow, he figured that I wasn't in the mood to talk much.

After a while I let go of his hand. The brush was fairly thick, and I needed both hands to get through it in some parts. I could see a light in the distance, so I figured we were getting close to an open area. Right as I was close enough to see a meadow, my foot caught on a tree root, and I fell, hands bracing my fall. Edward was next to me in a second.

"Bella, are you ok?"

"Um, ouch. I think so. My hands may be scraped up. Maybe my knee, too." I let him help me up, and I really did think I was fine until I put weight on my foot. "Ouch, fuck!" I yelled, picking up my foot.

Edward picked me up and rushed me to the meadow, setting me down carefully. He inspected my foot, rolling it around in his hands. The cold of his hands actually helped the pain.

"You didn't break it, but you may have sprained it. It's hard to tell if it's a sprain or just twisted."

Suddenly, my heart started racing. This is it. "Edward, you have to change me."

His eyes flew to mine. "What?"

"You have to change me! We are out in the middle of nowhere, I couldn't possibly hurt anyone out here. It's perfect! You need to bite me, now!" He continued to stare at me. "You need to bite me like Carlisle did for Charlie."

That was what I needed to say to pull him out of his shock. He swiftly picked me up and started carrying me back to the cabin. He glanced down at me, rolling his eyes. "It's a sprained ankle at best, Bella. For that reason, you want me to change you?"

"It's a sprained ankle today. Tomorrow it's cancer, or a heart attack, or massive brain injury or something! If you don't change me, I'll die someday. You have to, or we won't be together." I was playing all my cards now.

"We are not having this conversation, Bella."

"Why is that, Edward? Because you don't want to spend forever with me?"

His mouth was in a thin line. "You know that's not how I feel."

"Do I?" I was sticking to this stubbornly. "You haven't said anything. But, if that that, then why? If this is my choice, why can't we talk about it? Why do you get the final say in what I want to do with my own life?"

He glanced down at me. "I don't want this life for you."

"Instead, you want me to die."

He stopped walking. I knew I had made a dent in his resolve at that comment. He sat down on a fallen tree, but didn't let go of me. "When Carlisle turned me, I was really angry," he began, settling me in his arms a little more comfortably. "I didn't want to accept what he had done. I didn't want to be the monster that I saw in him. My mother had convinced him to save me; she was trying to protect me, and even as a human she had a good sense of character. She could tell who someone was very quickly.

"When I woke from the change, I was angry. I could hear his thoughts; I could tell how much he loved my mother. It made me angry because my father's death hadn't been that long before, and I didn't want her to be with anyone else. But I was angry with him for years because of the choice he made." He smiled down at me. "I've grown a lot since then, and I forgave him. I realized that when you find someone that you love you do anything you can for them. Even if it means at a cost for yourself."

He brought his hand up to my cheek, and kissed my forehead. "I don't want this life for you. I remember being so angry at him that I could hardly look at him. If I change you, what if you look at me like that? When you are turned into a monster, you don't have full control. Thoughts and reason are not a part of your life for some time. I can't stand the thought that you would hate me because of this choice."

I shook my head. "I'm choosing this, Edward. I'm asking you to do it. I don't want to live without you; without Charlie."

He stood up and continued walking back to the cabin. He was lost in thought, I could tell, so I didn't press anymore. I had gotten issue number one out at least.

Just as he was setting me down on the couch, his cellphone rang. He answered it swiftly.

"Yes, Mother?" He listened for a minute, then he raised his eyes and looked at me. His contemplative expression was morphed into pure terror. "When? Where?"

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Tell them to hurry; I'll keep watch, I promise." He hung up his phone and sat down next to me, carefully picking up my foot and placing his cold hands on my ankle. "We have a problem."

"What? Is it Charlie? Is he ok? Is Jacob back?" I couldn't handle another problem!

"No, there's a small coven of people like me. Alice saw them running toward our cabin. They will be close enough to smell you, and they will come and investigate. Mother said that the only choice where we all end up happy is the lead vampire needs to be killed."

"Wait, what?"

"Mother saw the choices ahead of us. If I leave with you now, they will find us faster. If we do nothing, they could...hurt you. Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett are on their way to us now. They will take out the leader of the coven, and the rest will probably scatter. They will be here before they are."

My mind swirled again. "Change me now. If I'm changing, my blood won't smell as good to them. If we do it now, there's no way they can pose a threat to you or me."

"Bella, you don't know what you are asking." Edward stood up and began pacing. "This isn't the life I would have chosen; hell, most of us didn't want it. I don't want you to feel this way...the way I do."

"How do you feel?"

"Like a monster," he whispered, sitting back down on the couch and leaning against the back.

I crawled over to him, ignoring the sharp pain in my ankle, and settle myself on his lap, straddling his legs. "You aren't a monster, Edward." I kissed the hand that covered his face, then gently pulled it off. Once his eyes met mine, I said, "I love you. And I know I don't love a monster."

He smiled and circled his arms around me, bringing me closer to him. I rested my forehead on his. "You are my life now, Bella. I love you more than anything."

I brought my lips down to kiss him, needing more contact. His lips seared into my body, causing heat from within me to start building. His arms tightened and brought me closer to him, as I shifted. I could feel him starting to get hard at the close contact, and the friction was delicious. I moved on top of him slightly, and he moaned in my mouth. I traced my tongue on his lips and he opened his mouth to me – being careful to cover his teeth with his lips.

I drank him in. His smell, his taste...the way he felt underneath me. Every part of my body was screaming for more – more friction, more of his tongue, just more. I ground on top of him again, and this time his moan came out as almost a growl. He swiftly picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, setting me down in the middle of the bed. He laid down on top of me; his mouth never left mine.

Feeling emboldened, I reached down and pulled my shirt up, breaking contact with his mouth to take it off. I tossed it on the floor as his eyes got wide, staring down at me. He swallowed and brought his hand up to my breast, touching the fabric lightly. He brought his lips down to my neck, hand palming my breast, and started to kiss down my chest. When he got to where his hand was, he growled again, and yanked my bra off of me. It shredded, and he tossed the mess to the floor.

I was about to scold him about ruining my bra, but all thought stopped when his tongue hit my nipple. Instead, I moaned at the contact, pushing my chest toward him more. I was on fire, and only he could help. Everything that I had been mulling over in my head was completely gone. All thought and reason, gone. All I could hear, see or feel was Edward. And he was everywhere. I felt him on every single part of my body; but it wasn't enough.

I reached back and pulled his shirt off, he moved slightly to let me yank it off; the shirt ended up on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He ground into me then, eliciting shocks of pleasure through my body, and I moaned as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. He pulled back slightly, eyes black and his hair a mess already. He glanced at me, carefully gauging something. Whatever he saw, made him continue. He unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them off slowly. I was panting by the time he was done.

I reached down to help his pants off next, eventually getting them off using my feet. We sat there, clad only in underwear, staring at each other about two feet apart. Edward came closer to me at that point, wrapping me up in his arms, and bringing his mouth to mine. I enjoyed the feel of him on top of me, especially skin to skin. The fire raging inside me was only getting stronger.

Quicker than I could fathom, he flipped us so that I was on top of him again. "I need you to lead, love. I don't know if I can control myself," he whispered, kissing me again. If he wanted me to lead, I was completely fine with that. This was one of the issues in my head, right? Being with Edward? Yeah, I was ok with this.

I slid his boxers down, revealing his hard length. I stared at it for a few minutes before I finally became bold enough to slip my hand around him. I brought him to my mouth, slowly slipping my tongue out and tasting him. Edward growled again, and grabbed me, bringing me up to his face. He kissed me, but didn't stop there. He continued to pull me until my center was right over his face; I almost whimpered at the thought. But as soon as his tongue touched me, I was almost weeping. I rocked on top of his face, hands grabbing the bed frame to keep me steady. He licked as though he was entering me, and then he brought his tongue to my clit. I jerked at the contact, and he glanced up questioningly.

"Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop," I whispered, concentrating on what his tongue was doing to my body. He was wrecking me. His tongue was sliding through my folds and causing the fire to burn even more. I was alight with sensations, as all my nerve endings were sparking. The sensation was growing, and I could feel heat pooling in my stomach. Without warning, I fell over the edge. I was a moaning, writhing mess on top of him, but he held me steady. I rocked and shoved my body down on him forcefully, and he never let me go.

If I hadn't been so excited to finally have him inside me, I may have collapsed right there. But I wanted to give him what he had just given me. I slowly crawled down, and lined myself up with him. He kissed my forehead, my cheek, my ear and down to my neck. When he circled his tongue on the sensitive part of my neck behind my ear, I finally broke out of my stupor and grabbed him, lining him up with my body.

I slowly sank on top of him, knowing it would hurt. I decided to rip the Band-Aid off, and just get him all the way inside me. I was shocked at the feel. The pinch of pain, the uncomfortable pressure...but overwhelmingly, I felt whole. Like being joined together was what I needed to feel complete. I looked down at Edward. His eyes were closed, his hands out to the side, sharply ripping the sheets. I put my hands on his arms, and ran them down carefully, grabbing his hands and bringing them up to my hips.

He opened his eyes and focused on me. I leaned down and kissed him, still not able to move as I got used to him inside me. He squeezed the flesh of my hips, but didn't move at all. Finally, the pain started to ebb, and I shifted a little to see how it felt. Edward's eyes rolled back and he moaned again.

"I don't know how to do this," I said, feeling slightly ashamed. "Can you help me?"

His eyes flew open and he smiled at me. "I don't either, love. I've never done this with anyone before."

"Really?"

"I told you I hadn't loved anyone before you. I meant it. I will tell you that when you moved a moment ago, that felt wonderful." I moved again, like I had before, and he groaned again, tightening his hands on me.

"Like that, Edward?"

"Yessssssss," he hissed, while his eyes rolled back again. So, I moved again, feeling only pleasure, the pain was gone. I continued to move and his groaning got louder.

I was feeling bold now; like I had complete control over him, and the pleasure he was experiencing. Like how he probably had felt earlier. I took this and decided to make it bigger. I sat upright, and started to shift up and down using my knees.

"Oh, god, Bella..."

I had made the right choice. He wasn't looking at me, but I smirked anyway. The fact that I could make him feel this way was going straight to my head; my ego was growing as he was growling. I shifted my hips in a small circle, eliciting another moan out of him. My ego swelled a little more. Finally, I felt him growing inside me, and his ragged breath and moaning was getting louder. I leaned over him, continuing to circle my hips, and I kissed him softly.

"I love you, Edward."

With another moan, he shoved himself inside me roughly, pulsing for several moments. His arms moved up to encase me, hugging me tightly to his body. I kissed his cheek, down to his neck, sucking on the skin near his shoulder. For several minutes, he didn't move; he just held me tightly to him, still inside me.

Finally, he did let me go, but not far. He laid me down carefully on the bed, and got up rushing to the bathroom. He brought out a washcloth, which he used to clean me up, before shifting the blankets so that I was covered. He did crawl inside them with me, though he had a strange look on his face.

"What is it? Was that, I mean, did I do ok?"

He laughed, kissing my head as he curled up behind me, arms draped over my stomach. "Did you do ok? Bella, that was the most amazing experience I've ever had in my very long life. You were much more than ok, love. Ok feels like an insult compared to how fantastic that was."

I shifted to look at him, and his eyes met mine. "But you are sad?"

He kissed my nose and smiled. "No, I'm not sad. I am feeling a little guilty, though."

"Uh..."

"I come from a different time. A time where a man married the woman he wanted to be with. He courted her, asked her father for her hand in marriage, and then got married before making love to her. It feels like it's against my principles to have done that with you."

I was taken aback. Of course, I knew this to a degree. I figured that because he was born in the early 20th century that maybe his ideals were different, but why the hell would he do this with me if he felt like that? When I asked him, his eyes became wide.

"No, Bella, I wanted this with you. It's nothing about you or how wonderful that was, or anything like that. What I'm trying to say is that I should have married you before I did this."

"That's stupid." I crawled out of bed, locating my clothes and putting them on. "It's the same thing as the argument we had coming back from our walk. You are taking this relationship as if it's one-sided. As if I have no say in anything that happens to me." Suddenly, I was furious. "It's not 1918 anymore, Edward. I'm not a docile woman waiting with bated breath for a man to ask for my hand in marriage. I'm not going to sit here and let you dictate my entire future."

I finished getting dressed, and stomped out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

A/N: Ok, so wait, hear me out. Edward was encouraged to do this by his mother, but it doesn't change who he is that much. What this Edward does, that book-Edward doesn't, is listen to his inner man more. Mom said it was ok, he wanted her anyway...right?

Also, as to Bella, I'm sorry if this is to OOC for you guys. But sometimes I just get frustrated at the "making decisions for her" portion of the books. Hell, New Moon was entirely him choosing for her! Anyway, ok, I'm calmer now haha. Had to get that out.

Anyway, I hope that this was ok for all of you. Just remember, this is just my version of the fandom. I hope you will all be nice in your reviews no matter what :)

Thanks to my sister and my beta, zombified419, for prereading for me. Love you both!