This was probably a first for humanity… and the not so human kind as well. Edward and I had just walked off of the aisle I had so nervously waited to stroll down, and I was already thinking of our consummation, but unlike most women thinking of a night of romantic sex, I was thinking of the change. How romantic, when I should be screwing I'll be laying in agony for three days while the love of my life watches me thrash about on the bed in our hotel we had rented in Anchorage. Then afterwards would I even want to satisfy my human urges, or would I be so consumed by my lust for blood that I couldn't even feel human lust, the lust for my lover, for my one true… my one true being, my soul mate… wait, wrong word, my destiny… as clichéd as it may be, he is my destiny, my guiding light, when I saw darkness he sparkled like diamonds to show me the way.
A Week Preceding
"Alice! Hurry up!" Jasper yells, waiting for his love to make her way down the stairs, "We need to get hunting now, or we will not be back in time for the wedding!".
As Alice danced her way down the stairs in her almost ballerina fashion Jasper couldn't help but notice that she had a very distraught look on her face.
"What's wrong my love?" He asked, noticing the almost anguished face go from pain, to a very mask like smile.
"Nothing at all, just stay away from the edge of the woods, the dogs are camping near the cliffs, we don't need any fights this week". She lithely stated, and proceeded to gather what must have been 500lbs of camping equipment, and loaded it into the back of the Wrangler, appearances must be kept up. She then turned to him and said "I know they haven't found Jacob yet but for some reason every time I see the wedding , the afterwards disappears, I'm not sure if it's the fact that Bella will changing or if there is, a how you say, interceding force that I am not privy to watch. It worries me that he may do something drastic after the wedding." She continued to look distraught, chewing on the bottom of her lip in that cute almost movie starlet fashion.
"I don't think we have anything to worry about, Edward can handle himself, and I know that Bella will be even stronger than I am after she has changed, I think they will be just fine."
"Maybe you're right… Im just being paranoid" but she didn't sound or look convinced, even when she spooled up her 911 to move it out of the way of the Wrangler she didn't even seem to notice the newer turbochargers her Rosalie had spent all last weekend installing. But without much ado she climbed out of the shiny yellow Porsche, hopped in the large truck with grace only she could manage, kissed her lover with passion, as they both sped off, chasing the wind and scents of the kill to come.
Authors Note: This is a first portion of my newest fic, please R and R if you would like more. Thanks, and as always all criticism is welcome.