Author's Note: Hey everyone! Heres yet another chapter for you I think this is a record for me lol but I'm on a roll with this story at the moment. I would like to dedicate this chapter to 'ElizabellaLove' for her continued support of this story it means the world to me (as does everyones). If you have read all this note then thank you so much for staying with me and I have a special request of you, my readers. I know some authors have pictures of the characters clothes and banners on their profiles and it amazes me how talented people are at creating them, but I don't know how to do that - my talents only extend to writing lol. SO I'd like to extend the challenge to you all to create the design of Bella's 'Edward' tattoo. If you interested please PM me and the best design wins! The winner will also get to design Bella's other tattoos. I know I'm asking alot but if someone is interested in this task - then it will make my day :D thanks again!

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Chapter Eleven

Whatever I was expecting Edward to do when he saw my tattoo, this was the last thing from my mind. I couldn't believe that after showing him the tattoo of his name he had pushed me back against the wall and was now kissing me like his life depended on it. Even more confusing was that I was kissing him back like my life depended on it. My head was screaming at me to pull away and make sense out of this situation but my heart which was apparently know in charge of my lips was in control, reminding how much I had loved and missed this. All I could smell, taste and hear was him I forgot how overwhelming that was...

As if that thought was a sledgehammer of sense my brain suddenly gained control back and I was able to pull away from him completely. We stood in silence for a few seconds as I reflected on the last minute. "What was that Edward?" I asked regaining my ability to speak.

"I'm sorry Bella. I just saw my name on you and kind of lost control – I just had to kiss you."

"It's ok, Edward," I said, "we have to get to class". I couldn't look at him as I walked from the cupboard I heard him call my name but I kept walking, suddenly desperate to be away from him so I could think straight.

I felt better as I sat down in my class, I was away from Edward and I could now think about things rationally. The first that I realised was that I wasn't mad at him for what happened I was mad at myself for kissing him back even if it was only for a moment. I thought I was strong enough to resist my feelings for him – that I could but up a fight even if it was sort lived but I couldn't even last two days!

That kiss was on my mind too. It was so different from the kisses we shared when I was human. I knew it would be because he wouldn't have to worry about hurting me that wasn't what surprised me. It was the intensity of the kiss that had surprised me, for the first time I knew that he wanted me. All the doubts I had had in the past, all those times I thought he didn't want me the same way I wanted him, where gone.

I would be glad when Simon got here and I would have a distraction from my feelings with Edward but I didn't think for one moment that I wouldn't think about him. All I do is think about Edward. I couldn't deny how I felt and more and more I was starting to believe that he had left me in an attempt to protect me. We had both wasted so much time not being with each other that we owed ourselves the chance to be together.

After many minutes of the pointless lesson that I had wasted reliving what had happened between Edward and I and deciding on the right course of action to take, I came to the conclusion that I would just see what happened. This conclusion annoyed me as I could have reached it in five seconds had I not been analysing every second of what had happened in that cupboard.

With every second that I spent with Edward or even spent thinking about him, I felt myself changing back into the teenage girl I had once been, and after reflection I didn't like the girl I had once been – not at all. She had been so dependent on Edward that it was almost embarrassing, she also let everyone tell her what to do – never saying what she really felt, forever doing the 'right thing'. I had been glad to become what I was now: an independent kick ass vampire.

I can't control the future so why bother worrying about it? What will happen, will happen. I liked this conclusion, with it came a firm resolution that allowed me to turn my attention back to the class.