(A/N: Well, here it is. What ya'll asked for.

Songs I listened to while writing: Shallot – Emilie Autumn, Eyes On Fire –Blue Foundation, My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon – Fall Out Boy, That's What You Get – Paramore, Thank You For The Venom – My Chemical Romance, I Don't Think She Loves Me – Scenes and Sirens, Woman King – Iron and Wine, Friends and Lovers –Mickey Avalon, Sweet Tangerine – The Hush Sound, Handlebars – Flow Bots, Fast Car – Tracey Chapman,

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer.)


"Edward Anthony Masen. Please come here this moment. I absolutely must have a word with you!" Princess Alice screeched at him from about ten paces away. He tore himself from my lips, standing tense. As I let my surroundings soak in I noticed that there were quite a few people staring. It suddenly made me self-conscious and worried that a bunch of jealous girls were going to try and murder me to get Edward from me.

Edward pressed his lips softly to mine before taking my hand and dragging me with him to Princess Alice. She looked outraged and I was honestly a little intimidated.

"Edward." She growled. Her lips barely moved as sound came from her clenched teeth. "Do you realize how much trouble you're going to be in? What if father sees this? I'm more than willing to bet that mother will be in here for her royal appearance soon and I don't think she'll come with out father."

"Alice. I don't care. Let them know. What are they going to do? Take me to the guillotine?" He growled back at her just as fiercely.

It was then that I realized what they were talking about.

Me.

Edward had his wife to be; yet he also had me. He could get in a rather large amount of trouble. It was maddening to think that I was causing potential harm to the man I loved.

"Edward, your woman is sick with the black illness. Do you realize how horrid that makes you?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Edward had spent all this time with me simply because he hadn't had a trophy woman on his arm. He couldn't very well show up to the ball with out a woman – lest he wanted to get mobbed by every other woman at the event.

Of course he'd take me to keep himself safe from the other woman who wanted him for his looks or for his title or money. He knew I wasn't that kind of person. I hadn't thought him the man to use trickery for his own selfish benefit.

Then again, I never particularly cared for him. Had I been right all along? He was an evil man.

Tears sprang to my eyes and I shoved myself away from Edward running for the ballroom doors. Gracefulness was never something that I had. Of course I should run straight out of one of my blue shoes.

I kept running though, one heel on, one heel off. Tears flowed freely down my face and I couldn't form the proper emotion to be embarrassed. I was too upset. I had been used. It hurt. I couldn't believe I'd actually begun to fall for him.

I looked back just in time to see a maid dash out of the room and up a large spiral staircase. In the same fleeting glance backwards I noticed Edward running for me. He was quick and he swiftly ducked down and picked up my shoe.

I opened the doors that had led me to a dead end. That was just about my luck. The doors opened up to a wide balcony. I'd run to the wrong side of the ballroom. It was no luck to keep running at this point but I did and I slammed the doors shut.

I sat up against the ledge straight on the ground, drowning in the layers of my dress. I didn't even struggle. I just lay there on the ground in tears. Edward hadn't wanted me but I wanted him. I loved him. I knew it was true.

The doors opened, but I didn't move. I knew Edward was there though I couldn't see him.

I suddenly felt his warm strong arms around me picking me up from the millions of frills of my dress. He knelt down beside me and pulled me up to his lap holding me tight against his body. I couldn't muster the strength to struggle but I did turn my face away from his so I didn't have to look him in the eye. I wasn't sure what I'd see there but I obviously couldn't see through the lie.

"Whatever is the matter Isabella?" Edward whispered sounding seriously concerned.

"Edward. You and I both know you're using me so you're not alone tonight. That's the only reason you have me here. Is so that you don't have the shame of attending the ball alone." I growled at him looking at him now.

"Is that really what you think Isabella?" He spat back.

I could tell he was getting angry but I didn't care. He deserved it. He more than deserved it.

"No, Prince Edward," I sneered. "That's not what I think, that's what I know."

"You know absolutely nothing, Isabella." He growled again through his teeth his face closer to mine.

"If that's not it, then why the hell am I here?"

He stared at me unspeaking. I heard the door creek open but I could have imagined it. I certainly wasn't going to be bothered from my intense stare at Edward to see who had come through the door if anyone. Who ever it was would have to wait.

I needed and answer as soon as he could give it.

He slipped my momentarily lost shoe back on my foot and he leaned down even closer to my face his forehead pressed against mine. He still stared intently into my eye and looked angry.

He took a deep breath before speaking as if he were trying to weigh his thoughts. "You're here Isabella, because I love you." He finally said.

I gasped and stared at him tearing up again. It was impossible not to believe him. The sincerity rang through each perfectly articulate syllable. I couldn't help myself as I pressed my lips to his.

He returned the kiss with fire. It was hot and I couldn't think straight. His hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer as my grip tightened around his neck. His lips parted and I found my tongue tracing along the contour of his bottom lip.

We continued to kiss until we ran out of breath.

"Edward." I whispered.

He smiled. "Hm?"

"I love you too."

He leaned down once more to simply touch his lips to mine. I looked into his eyes and saw a fire blazing there. I felt like he really did love me too and maybe we could beat the odds.

"Edward." A chilling unfamiliar woman's voice spoke in a reprimanding tone. I realized we weren't alone. Someone had witnessed everything that had gone on between us. My heart sped up in a panic. "Your father is not going to be pleased when he hears about this." The woman finished.

We'd really been caught. I wasn't sure what it had meant for either of us, but I knew it couldn't be good.