A/N: I have been handy- capped for : slipping on wet grass, sliding down a field and landing next to the road where some retarded biker runs over my middle finger! All because of a stinking soccer ball, that I chased after!

- Chloe

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Chapter 2. Only Lord Knows

Epov

It was her last hour, her last 60 minutes with a heart ( A/N: or so he thinks!). Bella screamed, heart breaking. Lovely, no matter how terrible.

Bpov

The clock ticked, tolling the number of minutes till my sentence in hell is up.

59.

58.

56.

55.

54.

53.

52.

51.

50, hmmm, maybe I could visit all the states once I was a vampire.

And my hour went by like this. I even hit 15. But then the pain went out of control. The fire in my veins combining to inflict as much pain as possibly possible on my heart. I then heard it beat one last lone beat. I screamed in the fiery grip that was slowly ebbing to a strong sting in the back of my throat.

"Bella?" Edward said carefully. I looked up into his hypnotic topaz orbs, seeing red ones staring back.

"Ohh! Edward! You really did, didn't you. I can't believe it! I got every thing that I wished for! You, a wedding, and. And, an eternity with you" I said wrapping my arms around his neck as I kissed him. His arms snaked around my waist. I think that I was going to hyperventilate: or at the least have a sugar rush.

"Yes Bella, you have an eternity of me, though, why you would want that I don't know, I see this as a punishment for you?" he said as we parted.

"Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, you did not just say what I think you said did you?" I said tilting my head.

"Yes, Isabella Marie Mason Cullen, I said what you think I said" he said copying my tilt. So un-original…. Then I had an idea (:: evil grin ::)

"Ok, well, then. I'm going have to fix your idea of this sort of 'punishment'." I smiled, walking up the stairs to my new room.….

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I know, I know! But my editor( a.k.a .my sister ) said that I shouldn't write it out ( she also threatened to get my mother involved ). I am implying, but not saying, that they did do it. I know, dirty thoughts are passing through your heads. Please review; I need some major constructive criticism ( And an inspiration to keep writing ).

- Chloe

P.S

i HATE bikes!!!!!! ( well mostly just Harry Quigly and his bike )