Just As Important

AN: WOW, let me just say I was so excited to read all of your reviews, and even more excited to get to respond to so many of them. I do want to give a shout out to my anonymous reviewer: Giselle, I appreciate you taking the time too, even though I couldn't review reply! :]]

After this, there is only one more chapter. I decided to keep it short, but I did have a brilliant idea for a kind of spin-off/tie-in with my story Rosalie's Tale, if any of you have read that, let me know if you're interested. I am hoping to wrap up that story in a few more chapters, and I've already fallen in love with the plot and idea for this new story. :]]

Anyway, I'm done babbling, please enjoy this latest installment. :]]

New Beginning

Fred and I had stayed in our first abandoned house for three months before moving on. There hadn't been any need to leave; we had spent every second we could in each other's arms until the need to feed became intolerable. Then we would hunt together, and return to more enjoyable activities.

It had been when we were returning from hunting one night that he told me how much he hated feeding. I had looked at him like he was crazy; to me it was a simple fact of life. "What do you mean?"

"I hate killing people, knowing that they could be someone's love, someone's everything. That to the world or that someone, they just disappear without a word, a last hug, kiss, anything..." as he said that he pulled me into his arms. "Ever since I thought I lost you, since I had to live for hours believing someone would kill you I haven't enjoyed it."

After that, the appeal of hunting had dropped for me too. I tried to imagine someone hunting and killing Fred and the pain was too impossible to bear. Then I'd considered him just disappearing from my life, leaving me completely alone, and I completely understood where he was coming from. We had worked then to hunt even less than we already had been, and even when we did, we killed less than before forcing our bodies to accept less blood and last longer without it.

It was spring now, and we'd been in our latest house since January. This time we fixed up the place, it hadn't been that bad but it was fun putting it back together, turning it into a home. I started a massive book collection, and he told me he used to secretly paint in his old life.

"Why secretly?" I asked looking up from the book in my hand.

"My dad had told me it was a waste of time and that I needed to focus on my studies if I was going to be successful. So I'd taken a class at school once a week, and made sure to shower and remove any evidence before I went home." He said his eyes lost in the memories.

"So start painting now," I said getting excited at the idea. "We can get you some supplies tonight."

It was that suggestion that lead to me sitting in the field of wild flowers outside our new home, the afternoon sun bright and illuminating my skin. I smiled at the thought of it being our home, and not just some random place we took shelter. I was wearing a coral dress because he'd told me he liked the color on me.

I looked at him from where he sat next to the canvas and easel not ten feet away from me, his hands moving quickly his eyes darting between me and what he was painting. I was glad to be the subject of his first painting in this life. I smiled when he told me it was done, and was peering over his shoulder moments later.

I gasped, it was amazing, and I looked so completely... stunning. I loved that this was how he saw me. I kissed his neck, knowing exactly what it would lead to. So I wasn't surprised when he turned to grab me, but I was still faster than him. I ran back to where I'd been in the midst of the flowers.

His eyes had followed me, knowing he wouldn't be able to catch me until I wanted him to. I reached behind me to unzip the dress and let it fall to my ankles. I was wearing lace underwear in the same color as the dress. I saw his eyes smolder as they took in my new appearance.

"Maybe you should paint this too, before it gets ruined" I said, teasing him, doing a small twirl.

He was standing before me in the next second, his hands on my waist, the second I was facing him again, his lips leaning down to whisper in my ear, "or I can paint you after it's ruined, in all your post orgasmic bliss." I grinned up at him, I liked that idea more, no waiting to get to the good stuff.

I jumped up into his arms my legs wrapping around his waist, my lips attacking his. When we finally fell into the flowers, we stayed there for the rest of the day, and through the night. It was sunrise when we were finally able to stop, to pull away from each other.

He moved back to his stand, placing a new canvas on the easel. His fingers already painting away as he did exactly what he said he would do-capture me in my post orgasmic bliss. I sat there looking at how beautiful he was, reminding myself how lucky I was to have him. How fortunate it was that I hadn't been killed.

Suddenly I saw Carlisle and Esme in my head again, and wondered about them, and if they were still in that area where I had met them. Fred and I had moved six times since we'd been on our own, but something told me they would still be there.

"What are you thinking?" Fred asked, and I looked up to see he had stopped painting and was just watching me, a curious expression on his face.

I smiled, "I was thinking about Carlisle and Esme, and the other yellow eyed vampires. I was wondering if we should go back now."

He nodded, thinking over my suggestion. He had said we shouldn't go until we had entered the new year. I wondered if he would sense any danger in going now.

"I think your right; I think it's time for us to visit them." I jumped up, excited and nervous by the idea. The only interaction I'd had with a large group of vampires had been with our old... coven. Something told me that this group of vampires we would be meeting would be nothing like that.

"When should we go?" I asked, and I moved so I was standing next to him. I glanced at the canvas and what I saw made me glad I couldn't blush. He hadn't drawn me sitting before him, but rather his memory of how I looked during a climax. I looked back at him, feeling the heat start to bubble again, but I really wanted to stay focused on what we were talking about.

"Let's go now," I suggested, excitement growing. I had a feeling this would lead to something good.

He shrugged as he picked up the two painting he had done today, "Whatever you want to do. I'll do."

I ran ahead of him into the house, our house. I quickly pulled on some jeans an olive t-shirt, then I took that one off and traded it for a coral tee instead. When I looked up he was dressing too, and I smiled at him before turning to grab a small backpack. I tossed in an extra change of clothes and the next book in my list.

I looked up at him ready to go, and saw that he was ready too. I vaguely remember packing to go places as a human taking so much longer.

I ran to him, and wrapped my arms around him in a hug, "I'm nervous" I mumbled into his chest.

His arms moved to wrap around me as well, "me too, but I don't feel like anything bad will happen. You know I'll protect you no matter what."

I nodded, letting the words sink in and absorb.

He would protect me.

No matter what.

"Well then, let's go." I said stepping back, and grabbing his hand in mine.

With that, we set out to go meet this mysterious family.

Part4/End

AN: There it is, chapter four. :]] I love the idea of them still staying in a house. I mean it was such a normal part of their life before that it didn't seem that odd for them to continue with it.

I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope you'll let me know what you though in a review. :]]] Also let me know if anything is wrong and needs fixing. :]]