A/N: This chapter is dedicated to xxbitemexx who (by word of mouth through her sister) had requested a sort of sequel to the chapter A Whiter Shade Of Pale. Thanks to all of you reviewers, I'm almost at 200! So please, kep reading and reviewing, but most of all, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
Too Close For Comfort
"Edward?"
"Yes, Bella?"
"I'm scared."
"You're kidding."
There was no reply.
"Bella, are you serious? You face vampires, werewolves and life threatening situations everyday and you're scared of this?" Edward stressed as he moved his hand the little amount that he could, attempting to gesture at the surrounding darkness.
"Well, I've never told you this but I'm kind of claustrophobic." Bella admitted.
"Oh." Edward said, a look of realization planting itself upon his perfect features.
"Yeah, and these stuffy costumes aren't really helping that problem much." Bella stated, referring to their old Romanian-esque clothing from centuries ago that Alice had bought for them at an antique costume shop.
"Well, perhaps I can alleviate your thoughts a little." Edward purred as he attempted to shift slightly so he could reach Bella's lips.
Unfortunately, their close confines prevented practically anything other than holding hands.
"Grrr." Edward growled slightly, being immensely agitated at the lack of room.
"Um, Edward?"
"Yes?"
"I have a question."
"What, not twenty?"
"Edward…"
"Alright," Edward surrendered. "What do you wish to know?"
"Why are we in a coffin?"
Edward chuckled slightly at the sudden question, also wondering why Bella had taken so long to ask it.
"Well, I thought that the right place for Dracula and one of his brides would be in a coffin, where they could be close… And alone."
"Close, yes. Alone, yes. Comfortable? No." Bella replied shortly.
"Well, that, and so Alice couldn't attack us with any more make-up."