Disclaimer: The wonderful and talented Stephenie Meyer created these characters, made them into vampires, shape shifters and quirky teenagers. I changed them up, aged them, made them all human and I like it when they get citrusy. The names of the characters are hers, but the story line, and location it takes place is all me.

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Chapter 14: Love, Sex, and Pictures

EPOV

I have never turned a car around so fast. I get to the gate in ten minutes flat. I do stop long enough at the gate to share a joke or two with George and Felix, who are changing guard duty. They let me through; I and pull into Bella's drive and park. I am out of the car and up the steps in a flash. I ring the doorbell, and wait patiently for her to answer the door. The door opens, and there she stands. She is so beautiful; I am stunned by her natural beauty.

"Edward, you got here fast," Bella says in a breathy voice.

"I am excited. I couldn't help myself," I tell her.

"Come in, I still need to grab a couple of things. Your mom left me a message earlier, on the machine. She was just reminding me of dinner tomorrow night at your parent's house. Do you want me to join you?"

"Of course, I want you to be there. I think you should spend the whole night with me and then all day tomorrow. Tomorrow night, we will go together to dinner, with my parents."

Bella smiles at me, almost shyly. This is a whole new side of her that I have never seen before. Bella is such a provocative woman; she has the body of a twenty year old. Bella is smart, witty, and completely gorgeous; she is a triple threat. I smile back at her and as I take her hand, I pull her into a hug.

"Bella, I am so ecstatic, not to mention honored that you want to spend time with me." I hug her close, running my hand down her back. "Thank you, my love," I whisper in her ear.

With a sigh into my neck, she threads her fingers into my hair and places an open mouthed kiss on my neck below my ear.

"Oh…baby, I cannot wait until you are screaming my name," I tell her.

Threading my fingers of my right hand into her hair, I move her head so that our mouths connect. After several minutes of kisses that are so hot, we are close to combustion, we break apart with ragged breaths.

"Edward, please tell me that you want me, as much as I want you."

"Bella, I want you so much, baby. Do not doubt that, ever," I tell her.

"I want to take this to your place, is that okay?"

"Yes, Bella, that is perfectly okay. Let's finish getting you ready to go."

"I have a few more things to get from upstairs. Make yourself comfortable, I will only be a few minutes."

"Please hurry, baby, now that I know you want me as much as I want you…I need to get you to my place soon," I say with a wink.

"You, Mr. Cullen, are incorrigible," she chuckles.

"And you, Ms. Swan, are intelligent and sexy, but mostly you just turn me the fuck on," I tell her with a growl.

Her mouth meets mine, and in a rush, we are back to setting the room on fire.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Bella says against my neck.

"This is what you do to me," I tell her, pulling her left hand across my hard cock.

She puts her hands back into my hair, kissing me hard. My hands find purchase on her ass, as I tug her hips to mine. When our lips break contact, we are again breathing hard. Bella crosses the room, but looks back at me with a smile.

"No more than five minutes," she tells me, as she quickly goes up the stairs.

I chuckle smugly, not much could erase the grin on my face. It feels amazing knowing that she wants me just as much as I want her. I cannot wait to get her to my house. The first thing I am going to show her is my king sized bed. The minutes tick by slowly, but before I know it we are in my car backing out of the driveway.

I am so glad that I spent the morning cleaning my house, it never really gets dirty, but well, who wants the love of their life to see a messy house? I hold her hand as we drive across town. Rubbing circles with my thumb across the back of her hand; she sighs and smiles at me.

"Bella, thank you," I say with a smile.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Well, I guess I am thanking you for coming with me, to my home, spending the night, for giving us a chance, oh hell, for lots of reasons, but mainly for being you."

I just pull into the garage as I finish talking, and turn off the car.

"Edward…" Bella says, as she unbuckles her seatbelt and flies across the seat, straddling my lap.

As soon as our mouths meet, our hands are all over each other. There is not an ounce of domination in either of our actions. This is all about lust, need, love, want, and desire.

"I want you, I need you," she pants against my skin.

"Oh, baby, I want and need you, too. Come with me, so I can show you how much."

Bella says nothing, but nods her head in agreement. I am quick to get her in the house, up the stairs, and through the double doors to my bedroom.

"I will take the time to give you the tour later," I say as our lips crash together again.

I pull her down on top of me, on the bed. The emotions flowing through me are almost overwhelming; I pull back to look in her eyes.

"I have never wanted another woman the way that I want you. I want to make love to you, you are it for me," I tell her.

"Oh, Edward, I want us to make love, I want to feel all of you. I am yours," she says.

"Mine, I say," as our lips crash together again.

Tangled in each other's arms, both hands and mouths are busy showing each other their desires. Things stop being so frantic and needy, as we take the time to undress each other. Wearing only our undergarments now, our voyage of each other's bodies continues. The light touches, the exploration and discovery of each other's skin. The small kisses, the warm wet licks, and the feather light strokes we give to each other, has us both panting with need. I have touched and tasted all of her body before, but now this is different. We manage to roll over while continuing to remove the remaining clothing. I raise my head, and take in the sight that my lips just left.

"You have no idea, how incredibly sexy you are right now," I say.

Bella is clad in only a small pair of yellow lacy boy shorts, and I am completely naked. As I run my hand along the soft lace of the boy shorts, I can feel the damp heat between her legs.

"God, Bella, you are so hot and wet," I pant out. I run my nose down her stomach, stopping at her belly button. I dip my tongue under the edge of her boy shorts, as a loud moan roars out of her mouth.

"Edward, please," she begs.

"What, baby, tell me what you want."

"You," she says.

"You have me, baby," I tell her.

"I want more of you," she says.

"Oh, baby, you own me, all of me. Now, tell me what exactly you want from me," I tell her seductively.

I start pushing her boy shorts down her legs, stopping to lick each inch of skin. Leaving no place untouched by my tongue, her panties are gone. I spread her knees and expose her dripping sex. The scent of her juices makes my mouth water. I want to taste her, but I need her to tell me she wants my mouth. I don't need her to order me to lick her, but a part of me wants her to beg me.

"Edward…please…I…I…your mouth. Please taste me, Edward; I am all wet for you."

"Oh, baby, I would love to lick your sweet pussy. I cannot wait to hear you scream my name over and over again," I tell her.

I lower my mouth to her, and trace her mound with the tip of my tongue. Hooking my hands under her thighs, I dip the tip of my tongue to the top of her slit. I press my tongue right above her swollen clit and flick it back and forth, as fast as I can. I keep my arms hooked under her thighs, while my hands keep a hold on her hips. I am holding her right where I want her, as I lower my mouth and suck her clit into my mouth.

"Oh…Edward, fuck," Bella screams out.

"Yes, baby, is everything okay?" I stop to ask her with a smirk on my face.

"Don't stop, please, Edward, please don't stop. Please, don't…stop," she stammers out.

"So, you want more?" I ask her.

"Yes, please yes," she says.

I move back down and thrust my tongue as deep into her entrance as I can. I slide my left hand down to place my thumb on her clit, rubbing and circling it. I continue to lick; suck, and tongue fuck her, through back to back orgasms. I unhook her left leg and replace my tongue with two fingers. Licking up her slit, to her clit, I rock my fingers deeply into her. With three fingers now thrusting in and out of her, I suck her clit in my mouth, and bite down as she rushes into her next climax. With moans of pleasure, her entire body vibrates through her orgasm. I continue my ministrations as she rides out the aftershocks.

I move up her body slowly, kissing and licking the whole way. I stop and pay special attention to both her breasts, lightly sucking in her nipples. Using my teeth to lightly drag over her neck below her ear, I make my way back to her mouth. I start kissing her deeply, and sucking her lower lip into my mouth.

"I want you, baby," I pant out.

"Edward, I want you too."

"I want you as mine, Bella, not just now, but forever."

"Oh, Edward, please make love to me, I am truly yours. I do love you," she says looking deep into my eyes.

"Isabella Marie Swan, I promise to love you every day of forever," I say as I push into her.

Slow and sensual is the only way to describe the movements we make. Her hands move between threading into my hair, and moving over my back, shoulders, and arms. With her mouth on my neck, I can feel the coil inside wind tighter.

"Bella, I need you to cum, I can't hold out much longer. Please, baby, tell me you're close," I beg.

"Yes, Edward…so close," she pants out.

I lose control of the ability to be slow, and start thrusting deep into her heat.

"Bella, you're so fucking tight," I say.

Moving my hand down her side, I find her clit and begin rubbing it in time to my thrusts.

"Oh, Edward, fuck yes! Harder…more…ahhh," she screams out.

As her orgasm takes over, her walls milk me, sending me to the edge. Thrusting in as deep as I can go, my cock twitches, and I see white as my orgasm rips out of me.

"Beeellllllllaaa," I moan out.

Still buried deeply into her, with my weight barely held off of her, I kiss her neck.

"Am I hurting you, my love?" I ask her, still trying to slow my breathing.

"Not at all, baby, I love feeling your body on mine."

Rolling to my side, pulling her with me and staying connected, I kiss her.

"I love you, Bella," I say as I break our connection to cuddle her head to my chest.

"I love you too, Edward."

Just resting here, holding each other in our arms, is really more than I could have asked for. I am so happy right now; there is not much that could change that. Neither of us are talking, just enjoying being in each other's arms, cuddling, touching, and kissing. I can see it is starting to become dark outside, I glance at the clock and it is almost seven.

"Baby, we should get up and get some food. I want to show you around the house, too."

"Okay, let's not go out to dinner though, please?" She says questioningly.

"I can make us some dinner, or we can order in. What sounds good to you, my love?"

"You shouldn't ask me what sounds good, when we are naked in bed."

"Are you telling me that you want to forego my awesome cooking skills, to stay in bed?" I say to her, in the sexiest voice I can manage.

"If you keep talking like that, neither of us will get out of this bed all night, even if I have to tie you up."

"Oh…no, no, no…that is against the rules," I say, as I wag my finger, then I kiss the tip of her nose.

"You are a tease, an evil tease," she says.

"No. I am not. I promise you that I will give you plenty more bed action, after my belly gets some dinner action."

"Your belly needs some dinner action, huh?" Bella asks, quirking her eyebrow at me.

"Yes, I am hungry. I need to tell the food to get in my belly," I say in my best Austin Powers voice.

"You are a goofball, do you know that?"

"You make me goofy. I am happy in love, and it makes me feel like being silly," I tell her.

"Well, let's go feed your silly, sexy ass, so we can hurry back for more hot sex."

"Okay, so something quick," I say.

"Yes, something quick, so we can come back to this big bed where we can make love again."

"Bella, I really love you. I never thought that we could be like this together."

"I never imagined it either, Edward. I never thought I would feel like this, I didn't think there was a love for me. Thank you, for loving me," she says and kisses my lips.

"Thank you, Bella, for letting me in. I really do love you," I say.

"I love you too," she replies.

After several more minutes of kissing, we manage to get out of bed. I show her the rest of my bedroom, and the master bath. I show her around the rest of the upstairs, I have four guest bedrooms. I take her back downstairs, and show her around the house. Making our way into the kitchen, I open the refrigerator to see what there is.

"How about some grilled chicken breasts, and I can grill some fresh vegetables, too?"

"That sounds really good," she says, licking her lips.

I groan out loud, "You have to stop teasing me, baby."

"It is only teasing, Edward, if I refuse to follow through. Let me give you a hint big guy, I'm a sure thing."

A growl releases out of me, as I make my way to her and pull her into my arms.

"Stop, or else you will find yourself on the counter with my cock deep in you."

"Promises, promises," she says with a smirk.

Threading my left hand into her hair, I pull her head back and kiss and nibble my way from her mouth to her collarbone. Stopping long enough to untie the belt on the robe of mine, she had put on. I wrap my right arm around her waist and lift her onto the counter. Her hips are even with my groin, and I pull her to the edge so her center is right against my hard cock.

"Do you feel that, baby?" I ask her, while pushing myself against her bare sex.

Wearing just my lightweight gym shorts, there is nothing to disguise how hard I am for her. I move both hands to cup her ass, and grind my covered cock back against her. The moan that rips out of her mouth, makes my cock twitch. I can feel the damp heat of her through the material.

"Take me here, now, please. I need you, all of you," she begs.

Using my left hand, I drop my shorts quickly. Holding my cock, I tap the tip against her clit. As she mewls, I lower the tip and sheath my hardness inside of her in one quick full thrust. We both moan out in pleasure, as I start moving at a fast pace.

"Baby, put your arms around my neck. Hold on tight, this is going to be hard and fast," I tell her.

With both my hands on her backside to keep her steady, I continue to pound into her as fast and hard as I can. She is so tight and wet; I know I will not last long.

"You're so wet, baby."

"Only…for…you…" she pants out.

"Cum for me, my love, I want to feel you squeeze me," I tell her.

Keeping my left hand on her backside, I move my right hand to her and pinch her clit as I feel my orgasm start to crash over me.

"Ahhh, fuck…" I shout out.

I feel my cock twitching as I cum. My orgasm must have been what she needs, because she screams out in her release. I continue to slowly push in and pull out as she rides out her climax.

"God, baby, that was amazing," I tell her, as I kiss her all over her neck and face.

"That…that was, um…so…hot," she pants out.

As our ability to breathe becomes easier, we both relax more. I grab a clean hand towel, and clean us both up while leaving a kiss on her nose. I help her down, pulling her robe closed, I tie the belt. She squats down in front of me, and pulls up my shorts as she stands.

"Thank you, Bella," I say as I kiss her lips. "Shall we cook that dinner now?" I ask her.

"Yes, I think that I have worked up a nice hunger now."

"I was already hungry, now I am famished."

"You better eat then, you need your energy," she purrs.

I go to the patio off the kitchen and turned on the gas grill. Coming back into the kitchen, I see that Bella is preparing the vegetables into the foil grill bags.

"Besides onions, mushrooms, green pepper, asparagus, and cherry tomatoes, are there any other vegetables you want, honey?"

"No, that mixture sounds really good, sweetie," I say.

I finish prepping the chicken breast, and take the grill bags Bella made and the chicken out to the grill. I hear the phone ring.

"You want me to grab this?" I hear Bella ask.

"Yes, please, my love, it is most likely my mom."

I hear Bella say hello, as I am placing the food on the grill. I don't hear her talking, but I assume that she is listening to my mom. I check the flame levels on the grill, and season the chicken. I head back into the house, to save Bella from my mother.

"Hey, sweetheart, is it my mom?" I ask, at the same time I hear a crash.

I stop moving, when I see her. Bella is standing there with a look of pure terror on her face. She has a tear running down her face, and the phone is on the floor. She opens her mouth to talk, but instead starts to fall as her eyes roll back into her head. I rush to her side, but I hear the sickening crack of her head on the counter.

WHAT. THE. FUCK!

BPOV

My head is pounding and I have no idea where I am at. I hear low voices, but can't seem to open my eyes. I feel the cool soft damp cloth trail across my forehead. I try to move, but it is like I am not really here.

What happened? Is this a dream?

I feel myself drift back off, as the buzzing of silence envelopes me.

I can see the brightness of the room behind my eyelids; it makes my head hurt more. I have a raging headache. I can feel the soft caress of fingertips along my back. I feel like my entire body is cocooned in warmth. I try to open my eyes, but the light is too bright.

"Bella, my love, are you waking up?"

Edward, I am with Edward; that much, I am certain of. I try to speak, but my mouth feels like it is full of sand. I nod my head, I think.

"Can you squeeze my hand if I ask you a question?"

I squeeze the large warm hand, now holding mine.

"Okay, squeeze once for yes and twice for no. Does your head hurt?"

Squeeze.

"Can you take some medicine if I bring it to you?"

Squeeze. Squeeze.

"I am going to turn off the overhead light to make the room darker, and go get my father. Will you be okay alone for a moment, my love?"

Squeeze.

Wait, his father? What is his father doing here? Why does my head feel like it has been used as the ball in a rousting game of kickball? What happened?

"Isabella, this is Carlisle. Can you hear me?" Carlisle asked, sounding sleepy, while taking my hand.

Squeeze.

"The room isn't bright now; just a small lamp across the room is giving any light. Can you try to open your eyes for me?"

Squeeze.

I blink, and see spots, as my vision clears, I notice even the muted light is hurting my eyes. Squinting and blinking, the low light starts to become more comfortable.

"Bella, my love, I have some water here for you to drink. I know that your mouth must be dry. Can you take a sip or two, if we help you sit up?" Edward asks me, with worry clear on his face.

I squeeze Carlisle's hand, and he an Edward help me sit up.

"Very slow small sips, and stop right away if you feel sick to your stomach," Carlisle says, as Edward holds the cup to my lips.

After several sips, my mouth is no longer like sand. With my mouth still dry, I try to talk. After a few minutes, I manage to croak out a few words.

"Wh…at…hap…" cough, cough "…pened?" I choke out.

"Bella, you answered the house phone, and when I came in the kitchen you passed out. Do you know who was on the phone?" Edward asks. It is clear he is worried.

I shake my head no, but that makes me feel ill. I try hard to remember. I feel really confused, and I am not at all sure what is going on.

"Bella, Edward called us right after you passed out. When you fell, you hit your head on the edge of the counter. Edward thought we should take you to the emergency room, but I thought you would be okay. Now, I think it is best if we take you over to Mercy, and do a CT scan. I am concerned that you were knocked out for more than four hours, and you do not remember. It may not be anything serious, but I think it is best to have a look. Since I have privileges there, I can do it myself. At this time of night, it should not be busy at all," Carlisle says.

I nod in agreement.

"I am going to help you get ready and then carry you out to the car, my love. Is there anything that you have to have before we go?" Edward asks me.

I am so confused right now. I have no idea what has happened, but I am glad Edward is with me.

I wake in a cocoon of arms and legs; my head is not throbbing today. I lay here and think over the last two days. I am very lucky to have Edward taking care of me. I have a mild concussion, and am taking a week off of work. I have been here in Edward's house since Saturday afternoon. I am glad I am here, I am enjoying being with him. Edward has not been to work this week, he says he wants to be here to care for me. I feel him starting to stir, and I roll over facing him.

"Good morning, handsome," I say.

"Hmm…good morning, my love, did you sleep well?" Edward asks, while stretching out his legs.

"I slept very well, thank you. How did you sleep?" I ask, with a yawn and stretch of my own.

"I always sleep well beside you. How is your head today?"

"I am not dizzy, and it is not throbbing. Of course, I am still lying down."

"I like it when you're lying down beside me," he says.

"I like it too," I say with a smile.

"What would you like for breakfast, my love?"

"Let's grab something easy and fast. I want to go over to my house today. I need to check my mail, and water my plants."

"Are you coming back here with me?" Edward asks, almost nervously.

"Yes, I told you that I would stay with you, until I could drive."

We head to my house at ten o'clock, and William is at the gate.

"Good morning, Ms. Swan, you just missed the decorator," William says.

"What decorator?" I ask in a panic.

"Ms. Swan, he showed me all the paperwork on Monday morning. He was here all day yesterday, and he was here early this morning too. Should I call the police?"

"Yes, do so now," Edward demands.

William turns quickly, and grabs his phone. I am in shock, and afraid to go into my home.

"Edward, can you call Laurent for me, please?"

"Yes, baby, give me your cell phone. The number is in there, right?" Edward asks.

I nod my head, as I hand him my cell.

I hear the different conversations going on around me, as I lean my head against the headrest. My head is back to pounding, and I am sure it is because of the stress.

"Bella, my love," I hear Edward say.

I open my eyes, and look at him. I swear he can see the throbbing in my head.

"I am calling my father, and I spoke to Laurent. Laurent and Detective Sam Uley will be here shortly."

"Why are you calling your dad?" I ask Edward.

"I am calling him, because you are in pain. I can see the stress radiating off of you. Until we know what is going on, you are not staying here. Where do you want to go?"

"I will stay with you, for now, if that is okay?"

"Of course that is okay, my love. I am going to step out, and give you some peace and quiet, and finish my phone calls."

I nod my head, closing my eyes. I lean my head back, and wait for the police to arrive. We have not moved from the gate. After a short time, Edward gets back in the car and starts it.

"It is okay, my love. I am moving the car, so the police can get in the gate. Detective Uley just arrived," he says.

What seems like hours later, we are at Edward's house. There is a squad car parked outside. I never went in my house, but Edward and Laurent went in with the police. Edward came out tight lipped and visibly angry. Edward packed a suitcase and a garment bag for me. I am sitting in his living room, thinking all of this over. Edward left my suitcase in his car and has been upstairs since we got here.

I bet he is making room for my stuff, he is so sweet.

I hear Edward coming down the steps, my head feels better. I know that Edward is not communicating with me about what he saw in my house, to prevent me from being upset. I wonder how bad it really is.

"Bella, honey," I hear Edward say.

Looking up, I see he is standing in the doorway.

"Hi," I say, trying to smile.

"Baby, we have to go. I have your things in the car, I am taking this suitcase out, and I will be right back to help you."

"Wha…wait. What?" I babble out in confusion.

"Bella, we cannot stay here, we are staying with Peter and Charlotte for a few days."

"Why, Edward, what is going on? What aren't you telling me?" I screech out.

"Bella, Laurent is meeting us at Peter and Charlotte's, we will go over all of the photos Laurent took and explain then. I am sorry my love, trust me. We have to go, now," he says.

I can see the worry in his eyes, and hear it in his voice.

"Please, baby, calm down. Do you need anything for your head, before we leave?"

"No, let's go," I say.

I get up and notice that Edward has a large suitcase at the bottom of the steps. He picks it up and we go out the door, and he sets the alarm.

The drive to Peter's goes by fast, but my mind is reeling. Peter buzzes us through the gate, but I notice that there is a police car already sitting outside the entrance. As we near the house, I see Carlisle's car. I look questioningly at Edward.

"My dad is meeting us here, he wants to be close, in case you need him," Edward says.

"Is it that bad, that I would need a doctor?" I ask, in complete fear.

"I just would prefer that he is near, in case. You got such a bad headache earlier from the stress. I just worry, it is because I love you."

"So, it isn't…bad, then?" I ask.

"It is not good, but I will protect you. Peter wants us here, he has the best security. We are safe here," he says.

"What do you mean, we?" I ask.

"Bella, my love, let's go in and look at everything together. Detective Uley and Laurent will be here shortly. We will go over everything when they arrive."

Edward gets out, comes to my door, opens it, and picks me up. He carries me to the door and it opens right away.

"Oh, Bella, I am so glad you are here," Charlotte says.

She hugs me close as Edward puts me on my feet.

"Come on, we have tea made," Charlotte says.

Holding my hand, my friend leads us into the large sitting room. Edward is by my side and we sit on the love seat.

"Bella, I have put you into the guest room you normally use, when you stay here. Edward, you are across the hall,"

Charlotte says, as I interrupt.

"Wait! I want…I want Edward with me," I say.

"Okay, I am sorry," Charlotte says. "I…I didn't know."

"I just, I need him," I say.

Charlotte gets up and hugs me, I wipe the tears from my cheek. We sit and exchange small words, and hugs. Laurent and Detective Uley show up, and sit across from us. I am sitting with Edward and Charlotte on the love seat. Peter walks in and sits in the chair closest to Charlotte.

"Ms. Swan, I am glad that you are going to stay here. I think it is in the best interest of you and Mr. Cullen to remain here for a few days. There will be a police car outside around the clock. The grounds here are fully protected by motion control alarms. I have several polaroids of the damage to your home. Mr. Cullen was allowed to pack some of your clothing and things, but we ask that you not go there for a few days. Your house is considered a crime scene. Do you want to see the photos?" Detective Uley asks me.

I look at Edward, I know he saw all the damage. As Edward looks back at me, I see in his eyes that he is scared for me.

"Bella, I think you should look. Just so you know what is going on. I have worked with you a good many years, you are strong. We are here for both you and Edward," Laurent says.

"What does Edward have to do with this, other than being the man I am seeing?" I ask.

"The clear threat, or warning left in your house, was against both of you. Detective Uley has photographs of the destruction, and of the threat as well," Laurent answers.

"I want to see them," I say, holding out my hand.

I sit ram rod straight and watch as the photos are laid out before me on the coffee table. I am in shock and completely scared.

"Oh, Edward, are those photos of us?" I ask.

"Yes, Bella," he answers.

"B…but, they are us…in your kitchen…"

"Yes," Edward says.

"When you were at Mr. Cullen's house, there was a phone call, and you answered. Can you tell me anything, anything at all about that call?" Detective Uley asks me.

"N…no, wh…who do yo…you think, did this?" I ask, knowing full well the answer will be Mike.

"The prints in the house, belong to Mike Newton. The guard at the gate positively identified Mike Newton from a book of mug shots. We have a warrant for his arrest already issued. We just have to find him," Detective Uley says.

"What is the threat?" I ask, having not seen any actual threat, just invasion of privacy and destruction of my house.

Laurent holds out a small stack of photos, and I take them.

Looking at them I see my bed, it is slashed. The wood headboard and posts are all craved and splintered. The bed side tables are broken, the lamps shattered. The leather sofa and chair in my room are slashed. The last photo is of the wall. On the wall are red painted words, surrounded by photos of Edward and I having sex on his kitchen counter. The words written in red say, 'NOW YOU BOTH DIE'." I gasp.

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A/N: Sending out a special thanks and lots of praise to my wonderful Beta, Cullen Confection. Thanks out also to two of my favorite authors, who also pre-read for me: Jess2002, and butterflybetty, you two ladies rock and roll.

Story Rec: on ff

One shot: There's Only Us

By: misskaterinab

Summary: A random partnership for a karaoke contest leads to so much more. Inspired by songs from Rent. Written for the Bella's Lullaby Of Broadway one shot contest. 2ND PLACE WINNER!

I really loved this, it is funny and lemony too. She posted on facebook about reading your older stories, and your reaction to them now. Well I liked this, so I am sharing. Show her some love, please.

Thanks to all the loyal readers and reviewers out there, as always if you review you will get a teaser from the next chapter... As always teasers are subject to change. Let me know what you think…Peace…TAT~