Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight.

Author's Note: Before I say anything, I want to give a small dedication.

Thank you, my awesome friend Keli for inspiring me to keep writing. You're freaking awesome! ) And, you need to read New Moon.. Or I will kick your butt.. That way I can attack you with my questions and my theories. Mk? Mk. Thank you..
Moving on...

I am so sorry the last chapter was somewhat, blugh. I needed some fluff to fill in between things and, this chapter isn't much better. I'm trying to fastforward a bit, and it's not working so great. So, please, bear with me as you have the past week or so.

Thank you.

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Chapter Seven
E.POV

The days following Bella's transformation were uneventful. I had talked to Carlisle about the many things which we had to do soon enough; teach her to hunt, move, fake her death, and begin planning the wedding (on Bella's time of course.)
It seemed we would be quite busy for awhile.

Finally, on the third day ofter her transformation, I knew it was time to teach her to hunt. However, this wasn't something I had been looking forward to. Secretly, I hoped that someone would come with me and help, but I knew better. Bella was going to learn to hunt and I would be the one to teach her. A part of me, though it didn't run very deep, was glad to be teaching her this, as we would finally get some time to ourselves and away from the house.

Everyone had continued to bombard Bella with questions and I could tell she was beginning to become rather frenzied from it, as many of them revolved around her having a power. I knew that was very likely, but wouldn't press the matter. It would come when the time was right.

When Bella came into our bedroom one afternoon, I knew right away it was time to take her out. Time to hunt.
Her eyes were entirely black, too dark for my liking. Too dark for an angel.

"Bella, I think we should teach you to hunt now," I was speaking while standing up to move to the door.
For the strangest reason, Bella's entire face lit up at that simple, gruesome statement.

"Then let's go." So eager for this. I couldn't believe it when she bounded past me, a bit more gracefully than ever before.
I was still baffled that she was looking forward to this as we made our way outside. Thankfully enough, there were woods surrounding my entire home and they stretched on for miles. Normally, I would have preferred running until I came across something worth hunting, but this was Bella's first time. And I knew from her 'human life' how she hated the speed of running. I decided against it and settled with a rather fast paced walk, Bella at my side.

"Edward," Bella's voice was strained, as if she were holding back something.

"Bella? Are you okay?"

In response, Bella drew in a deep breath and turned to face me,"What's that smell? It's awful."

Taking deep breaths, I caught onto what Bella was smelling. Humans. Probably hunters along the path we had chosen. This wasn't good. Then, I thought back to what she had said. "It's awful."

"Bella, that's human blood.." I stated cautiously, as not to scare her.

"It's disgusting," she replied after a moment, wrinkling her nose. I could only smile. Apparently her distaste for human blood had carried over. Maybe this wasn't a bad thing.

B.POV

Foul. Distasteful. Disgusting. Loathesome. There were so many words to describe the smell I could now taste in the back of my throat. It only escalated when Edward informed me that was human blood.

For a moment, I stared at my love, unblinkingly. Weren't vampires supposed to be attracted to human blood?

"Aren't .. we supposed to be attracted to humans?" I stammered out, still watching him with a confusion now in my eyes, which had taken on a blacker tone.

"We are, yes. But since you were so disgusted at blood.. before, then I'm assuming that is why this is happening," Edward's voice was soothing and I couldn't help but to give a small smile and look up at him. I knew, just by that, everything would be okay.

As Edward and I both turned off the path and began making our way through the brush and brambles, something new caught my senses.

This smell was so much different from human blood. It was sweet, somewhat bitter and calming. I felt the venom in my mouth begin to gather at the back of my throat. Thoughts of what that taste, that smell, would be like sliding down my throat began to swim in my head. Suddenly nothing else made sense. Nothing seemed to matter except that I wanted what that smell was.

"E-Edward.. W-what is th-that smell?" I stammered out, turning to face my fiancee, who was seeming to be in a similar state as myself.

hen he turned to me, his response was simple.

"Deer."