"Bite me Edward."

I stared back at her, blankly, studying her face to see if she was for real. I also was afraid to move, afraid to allow time to pass. If time passed, then I would have to make a decision.

"Bella no, I can't," I struggled for the words, looking at her desperately, willing her to back down. "It's too soon, lets take a couple days first, say one last goodbye to-"

"No!" she shouted, grabbing my shoulders forcefully. "Edward, if I know anything, the time is now. It has to be now, I feel it. I already said goodbye, I married you, and after what we just did, I know you can handle it-"

"Of course I can handle it," I shouted back, "It's just so sudden…" I trailed off, dropping my face into my hands. "Bella, Bella, Bella," I chanted.

I felt her sit on my lap and wrap her arms around my neck tightly, surrounding me. "Please Edward, more than anything, I want this to be my last human moment, here with you, after declaring our love, Please, it's what I want. I can't imagine it any other way." Her eyes were boring into mine, searching, trying to reach my still heart.

And she did. As her last breath warmed my ear, I held her up and laid her back down onto the bed.

Tears sprang to her eyes, and I wiped them away softly with my thumb. I brought it back up my face, and touched it to my cheek. I couldn't help but run my hand over her beating heart one last time. I closed my eyes, to store it away.

She spread her arms out, her chest was heaving with nerves, and her face was full of anticipation. "Please," she asked again, but she knew she had me. I stopped down to rest my face onto her throat, feeling the lovely warmth of her skin for the last time.

She brought my face up, held it tightly between her small fragile hands, hands that would soon be stiff with cold. She crushed her lips against mine, and after a moment, pulled back, and rested her head back onto the pillow with closed eyes.

My mind was screaming at me, not to do this. How could I spoil her, how could I be the monster I wanted to avoid being? But I sighed in defeat, knowing the decision had been made, knowing that Bella was going to be a vampire. The human in me puffed with happiness, knowing that this is what I wanted too, and now was the time to do it.

I peppered kisses, onto the side of her mouth, down her jaw line, and came to her neck. How many times had I seen myself doing this? Biting her and drinking her delicious blood. I could see the vein pulsing in her throat; I heard her desperate breaths, in and out, in and out.

"Shh, Bella." I calmed her. "It's going to be okay."

How could I tell her that though? I was about to throw her into levels of pain she had never even comprehended. The only physical pain that had made me cry out in suffering agony. The pain of losing her was the only thing I knew to be worse.

"I love you," she whispered, and she tilted her head, slowly but surely, inviting me.

I stared down at her pale neck, watching the blood flowing through it. I leaned my head down to run my nose along her skin.

And I bit her.

Gently, I sunk my teeth into her skin, waited just a moment, for a good amount of venom to flow through. I quickly pulled out, only to see her face begin to contort in slight pain. She looked at me, terrified, as the venom began to spread, leaving a path of burning fire throughout her veins. The affect was instantaneous.

"Oh God," she cried. Her breathing began to even out, but her eyes betrayed her. I knew her breath was slipping away, because her eyes were bulging. She grabbed at me, face twisting in hurt.

"Bella," I sobbed openly, holding her close to me. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I rocked her, trying my best to help in any way.

But she couldn't sit still. She was desperately wriggling in my arms, and her screams were getting louder.

"Edward!" she cried, tossing and turning onto the sheets, fisting them in her hands. A loud gut wrenching sob erupted from her stomach. I cringed and sobbed harder, grasping at my face, trying to remember her warm tears.

Her screams began to echo off the walls, she was in constant motion, her head lifting and then dropping onto the bed in quick movements. I did the wrong thing; I had given her this pain. I hated myself, I would always hate myself.

The door burst open and Carlisle stormed in, rushing over to her bedside. "Edward," he fumed, "How could you do this without me?" He told Esme something low and fast and she hurried out of the room.

I shook my head in response, I couldn't answer him, all I could hear were her dreadful screams, and they were eating away at me. The rest of the family rushed in. Jasper automatically shouted and brought his hands to his head, rushing furiously out of the room. Alice came to stand beside the bed, resting her hand against Bella's forehead.

"Bella," she said in the loud soothing voice, "It's going to be okay, we're all here, it will be over soon."

But Bella was gone; she was so far deep in her agony, that I wasn't even sure she knew we were around. Another forceful scream pierced the room. Rosalie flinched and slammed her hands onto her ears, then turned to bury her head in Emmett's chest. Emmett stroked her hair and looked at me. Don't be upset Edward, only three days, and then everything will be perfect for you two.

I couldn't even acknowledge his thoughts; I was staring at Bella, watching her writhe in pain, drowning in self hatred. Esme rushed back in, with a washcloth, a basin, and a lot of towels. Alice stood up to grab the washcloth, dipped it in cool water, and ran it over her forehead, whispering words of endearment. Rosalie emerged from Emmett's chest and walked to sit on the edge of the bed, she began to gently rub her feet.

All the sudden, a high pitched sound exploded out of Bella's chest. It was a scream of pain no doubt, but it was laced with something new, something familiar. It was starting to resemble the faint call of a newborn vampire. I looked to Carlisle in panic.

He was staring at her, brows furrowed. "She is going to be making those noises, for the next day or so, as the blood drains out of her system and is replaced by venom." Esme stood beside him, looking down on Bella nervously. He turned and wrapped his arm around her. I could tell Esme's motherly instincts were kicking in, and it was painful for her to watch this.

As painful as it was for me, there was no way I would leave her side. I had to be here, every step of the way. I was absorbed in worry for her, and I felt helpless. I crawled into bed next to her, trying to keep her still.

For the next several hours, her screams flooded the house. Alice, Esme and I stayed by her side constantly. Her pain had not subsided in the least and it seemed as if it was getting worse. I couldn't take it anymore. "Carlisle!" I shouted, louder than normal so he would hear me over her screams.

He rushed back into the room; he had been outside keeping Jasper company. "What, what's wrong?" he asked, running over to Bella.

"It's getting worse," I cried anxiously, "Look at her." Bella was screaming worse than ever, eyes wide with terror.

Carlisle put his hand to her throat, right where I bit her. "She's shutting down," he said quickly, and he grabbed the towels off my desk.

"Shutting down!?!" I shouted, "What the hell does that mean!"

"Edward calm down," he told me sternly, "It's supposed to happen, it's part of the process. Her organs are going to become still, but she's going to be losing a lot of blood, here, take this," he said handing me a towel. He passed one to Alice and Esme as well.

"Okay," he began and we all looked at him attentively. Esme sat down on the bed, already knowing what was going to happen. "The blood in her body will start draining out, slowly, but it will get faster, for everyone's sake and out of respect for her, let's wipe it up quickly."

I agreed fervently. My blood lust for Bella was far from my mind. I lay my head onto her heaving chest, searching for her heartbeat. It was there, but it was faint. In fact, I heard it sputter erratically for a moment, and then the sound was gone. She was dead.

I stood up and slammed my fist into the wall, I wanted to run, I wanted to get away from her. I couldn't stand this.

"Edward," Alice called in a firm voice, "Please, control yourself right now. For Bella, she wants this Edward; don't forget that for one second."

When she mentioned Bella's name, it snapped me back into focus. She was the most important thing right now, and here I was, being selfish. I took my spot directly by her head and kept the towel on my lap. I picked up her head to place it on the towel, and rubbed her hair gently.

After about an hour of all three of us gently soothing her, a thin trail of blood trickled from the side of her mouth. I immediately went to wipe it up with the towel. We all were on alert now, and I vaguely noticed a difference in the atmosphere.

Bella's screams had subsided, her mouth was parted, but her eyes were blazing. She looked as if she was trying to communicate with us, but couldn't find her voice.

Carlisle walked back in and sat next to Esme. "This is the worst part," he sighed heavily, and rested a hand on Bella's forehead.

"But she stopped screaming," questioned Alice.

"Yes," said Carlisle, "But that is because she is technically dead. The pain is at its worst right now, partly because she has no way to release it, and partly because she is starting to develop her heightened senses."

I stared down into her eyes. I thought it would be impossible to feel worse than I already did, but looking down at her, knowing how much she was suffering, tore at me, and I crumbled. I sunk against the headboard, clutching onto my head to try and gain composure.

Another thin trail of blood, trickled out of her ear, and Esme caught it. Not moments later, another trail emerged from her mouth. Pretty soon Esme, Alice and I were frantically trying to keep up with her loss of blood. Her scent, affecting none of us.

We kept this up throughout the night and well into the next afternoon. Rosalie had come in around 6 to give us clothes for Bella to wear once the bleeding had subsided. Around 4, as I wiped up the last stream of blood, I could tell something was very different.

Her skin had an icy hue to it, pale and sleek in its beauty. I touched her cheek and dragged my fingers around her face. It was firm and smooth under my fingertips.

I turned my head to Carlisle, "Does this mean the pain has subsided?"

He sighed and shook his head. "No, it's just a different pain now. There's no feeling of burning though, because she is no longer human."

My Bella, my vampire.

Alice stood up to grab the clothes off the desk. "Here, let's change her out of those clothes," she said.

I sat behind Bella to pull her up; she was limp in my arms. With the help of Esme and Alice, she was changed very quickly into a sleek white night gown. I sat by her side and she whimpered and rolled around, much more forcefully than before. It was taking a lot more strength to hold her now.

As the next morning rolled around, I noticed even more changes, they were subtle to the eye, but for someone who knew her as well as I did, they were extremely obvious.

She began to develop her vampire features, slowly but surely, turning into a predator for humans. She was just as beautiful as ever, and it was as if everything I loved about her was accentuated, shining, and blinding me. She was the same Bella, but it was just…more. As the hours passed, more changes were bestowed upon her. As the night progressed, all I could think about was, one day left, only one. I was interrupted from my mantra as I heard Esme call out to the family.

"Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle!" Esme shouted, looking down at Bella with pride. The whole family quickly piled into the room. Alice cupped Bella's cheek, "Meet your new sister," she said happily. The room was quiet as they all clearly admired Bella, although in silence. I could tell Bella had finally finished her phasing process.

"One more day," comforted Emmett, voicing my thoughts. He sat on the bed for the first time and grabbed Bella's hand. "Can't wait to have you back sis," he said.

About an hour or so after, Bella began to scream again, eyes locked in horror.

"The next 20 hours are going to be rough," explained Carlisle. "She is going to be screaming a lot, her mind is coming back."

"Is she going to answer us?" I asked hopefully. Over the past two days, she had shown no sign of recognition to anyone.

"Sometimes that happens," Carlisle went on, "But the pain really is hard to overcome, it's hard to see past that."

I stared at Bella, willing time to move faster. I needed to hear her voice, know that she still loved me.

A loud sound emerged from her throat, and all of us glanced down at her in shock. It was clearly a scream, but the scream was musical, it was lovely in its pitch. Her voice held the same as always, but excruciatingly lovely in its tenor.

I felt like I was choking, I let the first small smile escape me I rubbed her hands across my face. She was going to be okay, she was going to wake up soon, and I would have her back with me. It was going to be okay.

The screams kept flowing out of her, and Rosalie returned, looking at her in awe. "Wow," she said. The sound reverberated in my head, calming me. I felt as if I had been waiting to hear this sound for my entire life, like I was searching for it. I had found it, I had found my soul mate, but I had already known that a long time ago, I knew it even when she was a human.

When there was only one hour until her awakening, Jasper slowly entered the room, his face revealing the slightest evidence of pain. Alice ran into his arms.

"How bad is it?" I asked him immediately.

"Pretty bad, but compared to before," he blew out a breath shaking his head. "I had to stay about 4 miles away from here, to even think straight."

A wave of horror washed over me again.

"But it's better now," he said quickly after seeing my face, "It's fading,-I can-"… he stopped short, and his eyes widened in Bella's direction.

"Whoa," he breathed.

"What, what it is," I said panicking, looking at Bella for any change.

"It's It's, Bella, she's… I feel a very powerful force emanating off her, it's staggering," he said breathless. "It's a bit like the force I feel coming from you and Alice, because of your special abilities, but it's much stronger…much stronger," he turned to me eyes blazing, trying to communicate the intensity.

Carlisle walked into the room, after hearing the conversation and stopped by the bedside, studying her. "Yes, I expected this," he said finally. "Bella is going to have some sort of powerful mind ability, but we won't know what it is until she wakes up."

He turned to me, "An hour." He smiled and left the room. Emmett came in holding a large bucket filled with blood.

"We went hunting for her," he explained pointing to himself and Rosalie "I remember I was starving when I woke up."

"Thanks you two," I said to them, but unable to unlock my eyes away from my wife.

The hour seemed to drag by, I started to pace around the room to work out the restless energy I felt. Her whimpers were dying down. Suddenly, the room became silent. The whole family turned to her bed in anticipation. We waited, seconds or minutes passed, I couldn't keep track.

As if struck by lightning, her body jolted and her eyes snapped open. She lay still, still as stone, and stared at the ceiling. The red in her eyes was on fire. No one knew what to do, so none of us moved, waiting to see her reaction.