SOOOOO...Chapter 2. =)

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But about this chapter...Sorry about the shortness. =( They WILL get longer! Promise!

***VERY DARK THEMES ARE AHEAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. IF YOU WILL BE OFFENDED...or somethin...TURN BACK! REVENEZ! GIRI INDIETRO! DE VUELTA DETRAS!***...Catch my drift? If you are gonna bitch at me for it, just turn back now. BUT if you have a demented mind like me and think things like this just enhance the story and add to character development...ENJOY!(=

"Edward..." I groaned. Once his name left my lips in a moan, I thought he'd pull away.

He didn't.

Edward actually hugged me tighter, his cold, light scent sending shivers down my spine. His lips captured mine once more, his tongue delving into my mouth. I groaned, shocked.

That wasn't like Edward.

My shirt was off instantly, and Edward's cool breath was at my ear.

"In the last hundred years or so...I never imagined anything like this. I didn't believe I would ever find someone I wanted to be with in another way than my brothers and sisters. And then to find, even though it's all new to me, that I'm good at it, at being with you."

His lips didn't match his words, and I knew then that I was dreaming.

But I remembered him telling me those words. Words that meant nothing and everything, now that he was gone.

I screamed then, or tried to, trying to fight against the dream, fight against the next scene in the dream.

It was a swirling and demented version of the forest, our forest. "I don't want you to come...no..." I heard his cold voice and cried. It was all I could do.

Someone shook me awake.

I was sure of it.

I felt a chill when I woke up, but that was it. I wiped away the tears on my cheeks and sat up.

Charlie had went back out on an emergency call after dinner and I knew he would be at the station for most of the night. He hadn't saved me from this nightmare. It was someone else. It had to have been. But who? I was alone in the house. My heart pounded the more I though about it.

I reached over, turning on my iPod that rested on the nightstand and trying to calm myself down with music.

How could he have left me? His voice kept haunting me long after he'd left and I knew there had to be a reason. Would he come back? I could only hope. I felt worthless. He didn't want me. That's why he left. I bit my lip, contemplating and plotting. I knew how to make the pain stop. But did I want to do it like that?

I took you home,

set you on the glass...

I had went back to our house, and, with Carlisle's help, refurnished. I was determined to have everyone back here. And if not everyone, at least me.

Bella was fully capable of taking care of herself. I knew that.

But with Laurent and Victoria still in the world somewhere, it was too dangerous to leave her here with no vampiric protection.

Sure there was Jacob, but I didn't like the way he looked at Bella. He liked her. Wanted her. And I didn't like that.

Bella needed someone who wouldn't become distracted. And I could keep an eye on her and her whereabouts both day and night.

Although, I did miss the family. Especially Alice. I loved her, I did, but sometimes I was thankful to get away.

She had said we needed time apart. But she hadn't seemed sad, she'd seemed happy. Smug. Like she knew something I didn't. Damn her power.

All through the night, I patrolled the woods near the Swan house. No strange scents or signs of anything having been there other than animals.

All was good there.

That morning, as Bella readied herself for school, I watched through her window from the woods.

She brushed her perfect chocolate hair, and dressed warmly.

She left to brush her teeth and I though I felt less pain in her heart.

Could she really be starting to accept this? Edward's absence?

I didn't know, but as she brought her backpack to her truck, I smelt something sweet; tempting even.

Bella must have been menstruating, I thought, and backed up further into the woods. I didn't know if I could resist that again. And if I couldn't, this time when I lost control...it would be much much worse.

I could hear her talking to Charlie, who had recently come home.

She ate breakfast, but something seemed off about her.

Bella emerged out the door, dodged the ice on the sidewalk effortlessly, and opened the door of the truck.

She dropped her keys.

Bending down to pick them up, and reaching her hand out, her wrist became exposed;

I saw that the blood I'd smelled earlier had not come naturally from her.

No. This was nothing natural at all.

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