INEXPERIENCED vs. EXPERIENCED

Stephen Harris POV

I couldn't take it anymore – not the bloodlust just the actual lust I feel for Ella – I feel like I'm no better than Matt Newton at this moment. I want her and as we stared into each other's eyes it only made that want stronger. Her delicious scent and goddess like physique had nothing to do with it; it was her, just her.

Again it was like she was drawing me into her, like her being the predator and me being the prey. Her gorgeous red lips looked so warm…soft…inviting they were causing me to come closer and closer. I haven't felt so out of control since I was a fragile human about a century ago. She didn't glare at me like she had at Newton she smiled – lighting up that gorgeous face.

I was just inches away when the art door swung open and she took a swift step back – It was the Newton boy, he looked Ella up and down like he was planning something else I swear if he tries something else I kill him. She's not his – but she's not mine either why am I being so defensive of th—

She moved forward quickly and pulled my lips down to hers and kissed me pressing her red, warm, smooth, inviting lips against mine. – It was better than I anticipated and I anticipated a hell of a lot. – She kissed me intensely and went to pull back after a few moments but I put my hand gently – as much as I could that is – to the nape of her neck and kept her there. Her lips moved with mine like they were perfect puzzle pieces made for each other.

What I felt for her was more than just lust it was love. I fell so quickly and absolutely for her and I want her all of her – in a human way – I couldn't bear to ever hurt her and if that means abstaining from my thirst for her blood I'll do it. If that means I'll have to leave to protect her than I will. I'll do anything to keep her safe. I'd die for her – being sent to hell or wherever we go – would be an even price to pay to save her life.

She was inexperienced, however just her skin touching mine was so seductive. I had her back pressed against the side of the art building's wall in between that and the history building as the rain began to pour from the sky in what seemed like buckets. It was a small gap probably about a foot and a half and we just stood there kissing as the final bell rang and she was the first to break away and step back on the sidewalk.

The moment she stepped away from our embrace the sadness leaked back into her eyes. She tried to conceal it from me as best she could and she smiled a soft smile as the rain began to soak her through. "Stephen Harris," she said smiling wider then turning to the silver Volvo that just pulled up and ran to it. I knew that was her adieu and it hovered in the air just like her scent – God she smells so good in the rain.

Ella POV

All my senses are electrified that's what he does to me. He kiss was so experienced and much more sexy and seductive than Matt. If he – Matt – ever tries, never mind if he does I'll hurt him so badly that he never laid eyes on Ella Cullen.

That was my first real kiss. It was better than I ever would have expected, there were definite sparks – more like flames between us. – Just thinking of his lips made me hunger for another kiss and it is unbelievable how I am so out of control my head is filled with Stephen Harris.

"Hello, Dad." I said after shutting the door behind me and the sadness finally settled back into my chest. It was more painful now because I met this sexy, amazing, sensitive, perceptive, and intelligent Stephen and now that I know what I'm going to become I can't even be with him for the time being without setting myself up for disaster. I know he is someone I would truly be happy, I'm surprised are kissing didn't set off the transformation it seemed like the happiest moment to me when his lips were upon mine.

I can't continue it and it hasn't even really even begun. I have to stop it before it even starts and it's going to kill me – break my heart. It's like he's all I ever need and all I ever want. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe when he was kissing me, I never get nervous when boys stare at me, or flirt with me, or even harass me, but just a glance from him and I'm weak in the knees.

I think I'm in love with him. Can someone really fall in love that quickly? I only saw him yesterday and met him today but yet it's like my heart isn't mine anymore it's like it belongs to him.

I shook my head trying to get that thought out of my mind I can't love him because if I love him it won't matter I'll have to leave him anyway. Love isn't stronger than what will happen to me. Love can't stop this from coming. It surely couldn't have blossomed with a few kind words and a seductive stare.

I don't love him – I can't love him – it isn't possible.

Edward POV

Ella came into the car with a wistful smile on her lips and as soon as she was buckled up and I went speeding off home she was looking away from me out her window. She's upset, but it seemed more complex for some reason now. When she leaned her head back and began to close her eyes I could see that she was calculating – what though?

What could she be so deep in thought about? Why was she in some different sort of pain than that of her own future – if it was right to call it that, doom, fit it better?

Not hearing her thoughts is slowly driving me insane. Her mother is bad enough now I have to play it by ear or watch her very descriptive facial expressions. They show all thought or feeling she ever has. She normally is so out spoken not filtering herself saying whatever comes to mind – like Emmet – but when she keeps her thoughts to herself I know there must be something wrong.

Stephen Harris POV

I still could taste her on my lips her delicious scent still lingering on my clothes as well. Then I smelled it as soon as the silver Volvo sped off the scent of vampire. Maybe it was just my imagination but that smelled like a vampire and that isn't Ella she's nothing close to a vampire. She's so warm and soft and seems that she is totally innocent except she knows how defend herself, but otherwise seems like she wouldn't hurt anyone.

I can't picture her harder than stone and as cold as ice.

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Ella POV

I got from the Volvo and headed to the house, my father was so absorbed in his thoughts as we walked to the house I'm sure he couldn't see anything but his direct path, smell anything at all, or hear anyone's thoughts beside his own.

My mind drifted away from that of my father and seemed to wander back to Stephen. Before I even knew him I felt a tingly feeling for him and now that I do know him – not very well, but I've met him – the tingling has become slightly painful, it's like my eyes wish to see nothing but him, my mouth wishes to speak nothing but his name, and my ears only want to hear his seductive voice.

I can't just say it's nothing, it's something. Something I want – badly – but can't seem to have, if I do I'll break both our hearts. But the ache for him urged on and it seems that breaking my heart would be worth being with him.

He might not even feel how I do for him so I would only be hurting me that would be okay, to have what I want – what I need – while I can still have it. Being happy and just not too happy shouldn't be too hard, I can control myself.

I'm lying across my bed blasting my music still contemplating. Stephen Harris, Stephen Harris, Stephen Harris. I thought, his name soothed me just in my thoughts and sent a shiver run down my back, one of pleasure just at the thought of him – his handsome form, his sexy smile, his seductive kiss, and his caring personality.

The thought of him made the craving even worse like the itch of something you can't scratch, it was so irritating that I couldn't see him now and hold him and never let go. – But I will see him tomorrow.

I got up and sat in front of my easel, existence just happens to seem bearable again. If I can have him now and enjoy the present and live it and forget what the future holds until it happens then I'll be able to survive. – Only if I have Stephen in that time – I corrected myself.

I took out some black paint and variations of grey and dipped my favorite brush into the black paint drawing it over the canvas absentmindedly and just happy to know that my world isn't coming to an end. Muse thrummed from my speakers and I began to paint with my eyes closed – ironically that's when I get my best work done.

Behind my lids I saw the most perfect image of Stephen Harris looking like the angel he is. It's like he was made just for me and angel is even an understatement of his appearance he's more of a Greek god. When I opened my eyes I saw his face mirrored from my mind onto the canvas setting him on it in all his godly glory.

After I finished the gorgeous painting I went downstairs and everyone stared at me and I just smiled in return. No one understood my abrupt mood swing back to a slightly less perky version of me. I still glowed with my happiness and that too didn't go unnoticed. I ate and then went straight for bed dreaming of the only one I really wished to see.

Stephen Harris POV

I gentle breeze blew into the history building, but her scent hit me with an incredible impact. She stood came in – she had on torn at the knees bleached jeans and a royal blue with thin white stripes button down blouse that tightly hugged her. Her curly brunette-bronze hair hung in a laid back way but looked as if it was styled for hours to make it look as beautiful as it does and her brown eyes with flecks of topaz in them were defined by her black eyeliner.

The monster that was once a roar was now just a scream, I still very much crave her blood, but I crave her more. She walked giving me a sweet smile with no pain lingering in her eyes today as the one of the dullest teachers walked into the class behind her.

He began to drone in his monotonous voice about things I've learned many times already. Ella couldn't get in a word because every time she leaned forward to speak to me through her angel's lips the teacher eyed her with discontent she leaned back each time and gave him a sweet smile that caused him to blink a couple times more than necessary, he was obviously thinking something he shouldn't about an underage girl, his student no less.

The bell finally rang and gave her a chance to speak. "Would you like to sit with me at lunch," she asked and I was almost too eager to say yes, but I want to give her a chance to back out of this. "I had really big plans…sitting by myself." She smiled, "so could I possible break your big plans," she spoke her voice making music. How could I ever resist her? "If you'd like." I told her and she smiled and turned to leave and heading for her next class. A few strands caught the breeze and the monster wanted her and even the thoughts of the monster have become twisted by my feelings for her.

My reactions still want her blood, however, since I know that she's such an angel how could I hurt her? The monster no longer roars of just draining her dry it also screams to change her to hold onto her for all eternity. The thought turned my stomach, I could never do that to her that's a fate worse than death. The pain of transformation and the eternal hunger for blood aren't worth living forever.

The next few classes dragged on even the ones I had with my angel, although, it still went torturously slow because the only way she was to talk was to answer the teachers' questions. The only reprieve was the bell that rang for lunch and also the bell signaling there is only two blocks left in this excruciating day. The only thing that makes it bearable is the fact that I can see her and smell her.

I met her at the cafeteria and all she had was a bottle of Arizona Green Tea. She unscrewed the cap and took a sip than looked at me, "you're not getting anything to eat?" she asked – the kind of food I wanted wasn't in the type the school served. "I'm not hungry, what about you?" I asked amused. She smiled and rolled her eyes, "So what brings you to the most boring microscopic town in Washington?" She asked looking into my brown contacts like she could see through them to my red irises. See the critical mistake I had made in my entire existence, when I starved myself thinking I could handle the hunger since it was difficult to hunt when one lives in New York which is just city after city. I slipped up from my normally vegetarian diet and fed on three humans killing all three before I even knew what I had done like I was a new born once again – wild and out of control.

My sister – in this life and the first – Susan, suggested we move some small town close to wildlife and away from the big cities for a while. She wasn't disappointed in me, she's too forgiving she should have yelled and screamed possibly even leaving me to fend for myself, but she just made that small suggestion which is in vain – for me that is. I move here to escape temptation and then I meet the angel who is the demon to my thirst.

"Because I enjoy being bored out of my mind for seven hours," I joked. She smiled, "okay…but seriously why did you move here of all the towns?" she asked seriously. I leaned forward a bit, "you really want to know," I whispered and she rolled her eyes, "I…like the rain."

"Really, you don't find it repulsive. I mean I'm not one of those people who do, but a lot of people enjoy the sunshine and heat much unlike what we have here." She said wrinkling her nose at the last part. The image of her in the rain twirling and laughing popped into my head and I smiled.

She looked at her bottle again and analyzed it and took another sip. Although I'm sure she has always been stared at and is quite confident in telling people off she is quite inexperienced when it comes to actually talking to someone that she's attracted to. It's so adorable and the blush that was spreading across her cheeks as she caught me staring at her is so delicious.

"There's something different about you. Something other than…just something though I can't put my finger on it." She said half to me half to herself. She started off going to say something than thought better of it her blush deepened. She couldn't know could she? Would she even be sitting with me now if she knew?

"I wouldn't say I'm like everyone else, but I'm nothing that stands out." I contradicted. She gave me a soft smile, "no there's something."