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EDWARD AND BELLA TOGETHER…FOREVER?
Cold late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me, Never seen eyes so blue
I could not run away
It seemed we'd seen each other in a dream
It seemed like he knew me, He looked right through me
Come on home, girl he said with a smile
You dont have to love me yet, Lets get high awhile
But try to understand, Try to understand
Try try try to understand
Im a magic man.
-Heart
Biology had become Bella's own personal hell.
Sitting by Ryan was a degree of torture that not even Hitler should endure.
She had already tried to change her schedule, but the front office told her it was too late in the year.
So, now everyday she had to go in and sit by the kid who made her want to break hundreds of years of self-control. Like I said: Hell.
She couldn't even switch partners because Edward had taken up with the clumsy girl. He made up for what she lacked.
Bella did come up with a plan though. Everyday she tried to talk as much as possible to Ryan, and learn as much as she could about him. Maybe if she saw him as a real person and not just a snack, she would be less likely to eat him. That's what she figured.
That's how it had started out, but soon she actually started to enjoy talking to him.
She hadn't exactly pegged him as a human with real thought, but he had surprised her. Her feeling toward Ryan had suddenly stopped being hostile, and turned, almost, friendly.
It was weird how attached she had become to this boy. Even her family had taken notice, and they were worried, to say the least.
Humans and Bella didn't mesh well together.
But Bella wasn't worried; she knew there was nothing lethal about their relationship.
They were friends, she enjoyed his company, and they only saw each other in that one class anyway.
"So, we were all thinking of having a party this weekend," Ryan said one day in Biology. "Do want to come?"
"Oh," she was surprised, and a little unsure of what to say. "I don't know, I mean my family and I usually hang out together on weekends."
"They can come too, all of them if you want," he said, not even trying to hide his desperate attempt to get her to go.
"I guess I could ask, but don't get your hopes up, we're all still trying to adjust to the move," Bella lied. "Who's 'we' anyway?"
"Oh you know, me and my friends. But we're inviting almost everyone in school, or, well the people we like," Ryan answered.
"So does that mean you like me?" Bella asked slyly. She already knew the answer, but she liked to embarrass him and watch him blush; which he did profusely, his face resembling a tomato.
"O-oh…well, you know…I-I mean we're friends, and all so, you know, I thought, I'd invite you, and be nice…you know," he stumbled.
Bella laughed which made him relax a little. "Ok, well I appreciate it. Where is it?"
"My house, Saturday night, it starts at eight," Ryan said, easing back into the conversation.
Once the bell rang Bella waved goodbye and head off to meet her family in the parking lot.
That night everyone gathered in the living room to watch the baseball game.
They had already placed their bets and were sitting back with drinks and watching the game with rapt interest.
It was the bottom of the ninth tied, and family rivalry was getting the better of them. Emmet, Bella, Carlisle, and Rosalie's team got a run, and they all jumped up in celebration.
"Whooooo!" Emmett's cheer was so loud everyone in Washington could hear it. He high- fived Bella as he sat back down. The losing members of the family sulked.
"Aw c'mon, it's not that bad, is it?" Emmet asked his wife, who had betted against him.
"Hey Jasper what's it like?" Bella asked her blonde brother.
"What's what like?" he questioned back.
"Being a loser," Bella said with a giggle.
The winners hooted in laughter, while the losers grumbled not thinking Bella's joke funny at all.
Bella smiled as she sat back and leaned her head against Emmett's shoulder. She could tell from Alice's disgruntled look that they were going to win. Not that it mattered, she didn't care if she won or lost, she just liked being with her family. Just hanging out, no problems, no tension, just being family.
Once the game ended, final score 12/10, the pot was divided amongst the winners, and everyone went about their own business.
When Bella made it upstairs, she saw Edward standing in the doorway of his room, staring at her
They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, but for once there was no tension between them. Edward's eys were intense, though, as if he was trying to communicate with Bella in some way.
Bella didn't know how long they stood there; time always melted away when she looked into his butterscotch eyes. Eventually she spoke," What?"
When she spoke Edward shook his head like he was coming out of a daze," Nothing," but he continued to stare at her. "I just wanted to talk to you about something."
"What?" Bella repeated.
He didn't respond, instead he turned his back walking into his room, leaving the door open as if saying he wanted her to follow. Bella hesitated for a minute in the hallway, but then finally walked into his room.
She hadn't been his room, nor he in hers, since they had moved in. Like hers it was spacious and carpeted, though his carpet was gold in comparison to her white carpet.
All of his possessions that she had seen before (black leather couch, stacks and stacks of CDs and records, stereo, large, black, metal-framed bed) were accounted for.
Because his room was at the back of the house, one of his walls was completely glass, and she envied him for the view; all she had in her room were two small windows.
It was a nice room though, somewhere she felt she could be comfortable, not that she would be in here a lot.
The worst part of it was that it smelled just like him. His scent was everywhere in there, almost like it replaced all the air. It smelled so sweet and all she wanted to do was lie down and breathe it in forever.
"So…" Edward suddenly turned around to face her where she stood by the door.
"So?" Bella answered back.
"Yeah, it's just everyone's kind of been thinking about you lately, and I wanted to talk to you about it," he said.
"Oh yeah, well people think about me all the time, but I didn't think it was a conversation topic," she said, honestly not understanding what the hell he was talking about.
Edward rolled his eyes at that. "Don't be such a smartass. They're all worried about the way you seemed to be taking to that Biology partner of yours," he said.
"They?" Bella didn't want to talk about Ryan with Edward, so she easily changed the subject. "They're worried? What about you? If you're not concerned, then way say anything about it?"
"Look, I'm just tired of hearing everyone's thoughts about it. It's bad enough the mental beatings I get from Rosalie, now she's convinced that it's my fault you've suddenly decided to have human friends," Edward said, obviously not wanting to talk about this anymore than she did.
"And nice try, but don't change the subject. Why are you with him anyway?" Edward asked. Bella cursed him for being able to read her so easily, even though her mind was the only one he couldn't read, he was still so used to her to know her actions easily.
"I like him," Bella smiled at the idea. Usually when she liked humans it was because they were tasty.
She saw the flash of shock on Edward's face, but he covered it quickly, composing it back into an expressionless mask. Being detached was the only way he could talk to Bella these days, or he would break down completely.
"You'd better pace yourself, we just got here, and if bodies start turning up Carlisle won't be happy," Edward said smirking at her as he took a step forward, aimed for battle.
Bella was furious that he was questioning her self-control. Like she would really just give in to temptation that easily. She hadn't had a human in years, and back when she did it was out of want, not need.
She took a step forward too, to show she wasn't intimidated, actually she took three so they were face to face, their noses almost touching.
She laughed right in his face, easing back into her comfort zone. "You're one to talk. It's because of your inability to "pace yourself" we're here in the first place," she spat at him.
The pain in his eyes was visible; he was probably remembering his own friendship with a human, not too long ago.
Bella wanted to say she was sorry, she wanted to hold him, she wanted to close that inch of space between them and make everything Ok.
She wanted to do a lot of things.
But what she did do was turn on her heels and stalk out of the room.
Talking to him was a mistake, obviously, and she just wanted to get away from him. Forever.
He was so beautiful, like an angel. She had thought so ever since she'd seen him the night they'd met at the bar.
And so young too!
Even in his young age he had courted her all over town like that of a grown man.
She was surprised to find him not only unnaturally beautiful for a human, but witty also.
Ever since he'd kissed her in the field that night, and not shied away from her cold lips, but hungrily accepted more, she knew he would be the perfect mate.
Not that she would dream of turning him, of taking away his light and innocence.
No, she would fade into the shadows and let him live out his life, as he should.
She would watch him marry and have children and not interfere, no matter how much she wanted to.
That was the plan.
Of course she didn't imagine the universe to step in and take away his light instead.
When he'd first fallen ill, she had run to Carlisle and begged him to help. But upon examination the great Dr. Cullen could do nothing.
His human life would be gone in a matter of weeks.
At first when he continued to get worse, she had stayed away, not being able to bear the pain.
Then she had to return to his side, the pain of being away worse than that of being near.
When she went there that one night he had looked at her face and called her an angel. That's when her will power broke, and she leaned down to so the very thing she had sworn she wouldn't.
He was so sweet and she didn't want to stop, but eventually she did. His blood tasted heavenly in her mouth and even though she didn't fully drink him, what she did have filled her.
Now she could hear him screaming and thrashing in pain as the venom spread through his system.
There was only one more night, and then he would be hers forever.
At first she had sat with holding his hand and talking to him, just like Carlisle had done with her. She had even continuously told him she was sorry, so sorry, also like Carlisle.
She had wiped his tears and sweat away, and kissed him, and sang to him.
But occasionally, like now, she had to get out of the room and take a breath. The sight of him was so heartbreaking, and if she didn't spend at least one minute each day away from him she would go insane.
She leaned her head back and took a deep breath, as his screams filled her ears.
Then, it stopped.
She was surprised, or frightened rather. Maybe he hadn't made it through the transformation; maybe he was gone for good. She had never changed anyone before, she didn't know.
The thought that he died anyway and the last thing he felt was horrible pain because of her, made her sob.
She hurried back into the room expecting to his lifeless body lying on the bed.
She did see his lifeless body, but it was standing in the middle of the room. He looked wild and hungry, like the monster he now was. The monster she had made him.
She walked toward him and reached out a hand to touch him. He didn't flinch like she had when first been touched after the change.
He let her hug him and when she pulled back he simply looked at her face and said, "Bella."
She hadn't expected him to remember her, not at first anyway.
He laughed at the look of shock on her face, and then pulled her towards him and touched his lips to hers.
When he was human she had to be careful when kissing him, and he didn't push too much either because it wasn't proper and he was a gentleman.
But now he could handle her kiss full on, and he knew the rules of society didn't apply here. And damnit if she wasn't the most amazingly gorgeous creature he had ever seen. He'd always thought so.
Plus, they were both, now, going on their animalistic instincts and couldn't help themselves.
The bed was a mess from where he had been tearing up the past days, but they didn't care. They fell back together and started ripping clothes and pawing at each other's hard marble-like skin.
She knew he should be hungry, and only focused on killing and feeding.
And he was hungry, but the only thing he was focused on was the way her lips and skin felt against him, and the way she was moaning and purring as he ravaged her body.
She smiled at the feelings of pleasure that racked through her body.
She had made him, they were bonded together, she loved him and he her. He was her mate.
Her sweet Edward.
Forever.
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