Edward picked me up and held me in a his arms.

For the first time, his skin felt as soft as velvet under my own. I planted a soft kiss on his jawline.

"Shall we go home? I think we need to have a little talk," he looked at me meaningfully.

I smiled sweetly against his jaw. He took it as a yes and stood up, carrying me out of the ballet studio and onto the street outside to call a taxi. The floorboards, mashed up as they were, made no sound beneath Edwards large, yet delicate feet.

When we got onto the pavement outside to wait I looked up at his face.

It was expressionless.

I lay my head against his chest. "Are you not happy about me becoming a vampire Edward?" I couldn't bare to look back up.

"I am, but for selfish reasons," he muttered, while setting me on my feet and leaning against what was left of the ballet studio wall.

"And they are?" I edged.

"Well, of course I want to be with you for the rest of eternity," he moved towards me and placed his hand on the small of my back, "I love you. But I wouldn't ask for this."

I couldn't be bothered arguing with him, I was too tired.

Then something hit me like a plank of wood in the face.

"Edward," he looked concerened, "I need some blood."

"Thought as much. Right, wait here, I'm going to go and get a car."

By that, I knew straight away what he meant, but before I had chance to say "No, stealing is not good, Edward," or something along those lines, he had gone.

"Boys," I muttered to myself.

It was extremely odd. I was so relaxed untill I thought about tiredness and hunger.

I hadn't even worried about getting home and dealing with Charlie.

Oh shit. Charlie! What on earth was I going to do about Charlie?! I mean, he obviously wasn't going to be the happiest of people if I tell him that instead of my boyfriend and I going to play baseball with his family, I ended up being hunted down and changed into a vampire by this random blood-sucker dude, who is so far up his own sparkley arse that he has no repsect for human nature whatsoever.

"Arse," I whispered under my breath. It was followed by a small growl..bit scary actually.

I'm going to have to get used to this.

I heard Edward race down the street in his brand new fiat 500 before I saw him.

He pulled up in front for me to get in.

I was around the other side of the car before I even realised I was walking. I was delibaratly cautious as I got in.

The seat seemed so warm and confortable beneath my aching bottom as I sunk into the soft leather. It smelled so strong, it almost hurt.

I could pick out where the red dye they had used to colour the seats had not reached some of he material.

I laughed inwardly, then looked up at Edward who was clearly craving my attention at this point.

"Why am I an arse then?" he asked, sounding slightly amused.

"Not you, James ofcourse," I laughed.

"Oh. Good." He paused and then rammed his foot down onto the pedal.

We shot down the street and onto the motorway quicker than you could say peanut.

"You're too relaxed about this," he commented, examining every detail of my facial expression.

"Eyes on the road," was all I could think to say.

He raised his eyebrow.

I looked away.