The title could have come from anywhere, really. Superman's weakness or the song by 3 Doors Down; either works. Though, I do recommend listening to it at the end of this chapter ;D

Kryptonite

BPoV

Alice pulled me up the stairs and back into Edward's room. Neither of us said anything as she came to a stop in front of the same bookshelf from before and pulled out the exact same book from which I had been reading from. Without a word she handed the book to me, and led me over to the couch.

"Just read," she commanded, "and everything will be explained. I promise." I nodded, and continued from where I had been before…

"There was a rumble from below us, causing the boat to lurch forward and everything on it backwards, including the tank, which we still had our clasped hands inside. The tank crashed to the floor, glass shattering everywhere. Bella's natural clumsiness took over and she followed the tank. I, of course, wouldn't have fallen with them had my impulsive need to protect her hadn't seeped in, causing me to grab her by the waist, only to discover that we were already too close to the ground to have gotten back up without hitting the floor first. A jagged piece of glass shot out and sliced along her neck and scalp.

"It was too much for me, and the monster from that first day came back and hit me full force.

"Faster than I ever had, despite my incredible speed, I had her in my arms, and we were gone. It didn't take me long to get us back to First Beach, and even then I never stopped running. I only stopped when I heard someone call my name.

"Edward! Alice yelled at me in her head. Don't you dare hurt her! Set her down and I'll be there shortly.

"Bella lifted her head slightly. 'Edward,' she whispered before letting her head loll back to where it had been before. I stopped running, and looked down at her with shocked eyes. Why had she said my name, of all people?

"I kneeled to the ground and placed her carefully on the forest floor. It was then that I remembered how the dirt could seep into her open wounds, infecting them, so I picked her up again and let her lie against my chest.

"But having her so close to I with her cuts wasn't smart. I stopped breathing, and ran a hand through my messy hair. I felt something wet on my forehead, and pulled my hand away to see what it had been. It was coated with a fine layer of her blood, the contrast between it and my paleness gruesome.

"I couldn't help myself as I brought my hand in closer to my face and breathed in deeply. I closed my eyes and let her wonderful scent consume me. It was probably the stupidest thing I could have done, but I didn't care. It was just so tempting...

"I brought my hand too close, though, and it touched my lips. I instantly recoiled, but nothing was there to stop me as I licked my lips, putting myself into a feeding frenzy. I needed her blood and I was going to have it.

"I made no decision on where I was going –on purpose—when I picked her up again and began to run again, wanting to get as far away from Alice and her stupid visions as possible.

"We weren't in Forks anymore when I finally stopped, dropping to my knees once again and bringing her face to mine.

"I breathed in her scent deeply again and allowed myself to drift to her neck. She was breathing shallowly now, her heartbeat going wild. I smiled deviously to myself before pressing my lips to her neck, allowing myself to lap at the already-spilled blood.

"'E-Edward,' she whimpered, but it wasn't enough to stop me now. There was no more free blood, so I had to bring more myself. I bared my teeth, ready to bite. I was able to tear into her neck just enough to break the skin when I heard her whisper to me, 'Please, don't… I-I love you.'

"I yanked myself away from her as if I had been slapped. With anxious eyes I searched for anything that could mean she wasn't serious. There was nothing to find.

"I no longer saw the broken, bloody mess of a girl whom I had just almost killed. I no longer saw her as the bane of my existence. I saw an angel. A beautiful, wonderful angel who had just told me that she loved me.

"And I was almost positive that I loved her as well."

"Edward's coming up now," Alice said, breaking me from my trance. His story was so hypnotic… to me, at least. "He thinks he is willing to finish the story himself, so you don't have to read anymore."

I nodded and the moment I closed the book, the door opened and Edward stepped through. It was then that I noticed his eyes. Though they were usually different colors from day to day, they were a totally different color than I had ever seen. Anywhere, not just him. They were orange.

Alice got up off of the couch and headed for the doorway. She gave him a look before brushing past him and closing the door behind herself. He cast his gaze downward and bit at the inside of his cheek. Looking for something to say, probably.

"How about you begin at after your little epiphany," I prompted.

He brought his gaze back up, eyes connecting with mine in a sideways glance. "Epiphany?" he inquired.

I nodded, never tearing my gaze from his. "'And I was almost positive that I loved her as well'," I quoted.

"Oh." He looked down again. "That epiphany." He ran a hand through his hair and strode over to where I was, keeling beside me and letting his hands lie limply on the black leather beside me.

Without thinking I held out one of my own hands and placed it on his, gently tugging on it. He understood what I wanted, and pulled himself up to sit next to me on the couch. "You should sit with me," I told him. I pulled both of his hands into my lap, letting my fingers trace across every inch. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, never once pulling away from me.

"So," I voiced after a while of this.

"So?" he replied, not opening his eyes.

"Will you tell me what happened now?" His eyes snapped open instantly and he snuck a quick glimpse in my direction.

"Can I hold you…" he dragged the last word out longer than needed.

"Can you hold my what?" I asked.

"Hand," he quickly amended. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Nice save," I giggled, and placed my hand in his. He sighed and brought my hand up to his face. My breathing hitched in my throat as he touched his lips to my wrist. I couldn't breathe when he actually kissed it. I never wanted the feeling that coursed through my body at that moment to end.

He instantly pulled it away, letting our hands rest in his lap. "I'm sorry; was that inappropriate?"

I shook my head vigorously. Not at all, Edward… "We are married after all, right?" For the first time that day my left ring finger suddenly felt ten pounds heavier. I glanced down at it, only to be greeted with a huge diamond ring. So we really were married… "Speaking of that…" I prompted again. "How did it happen?"

He sighed, and proceeded to tell me all that I asked for. "After my… revelation… I realized that I wouldn't be able to kill you, no matter how much your blood sang to me. I was sickened with myself that I hadn't stopped myself before, but there was nothing I could do. Besides get you to Carlisle, anyway." He threw me a sideways glance, his orange eyes shining with an unspoken 'sorry'.

"Once I was able to regain control, I brought you back to my house. Carlisle was at the door already, with Alice. She had already told him what had happened."

"Why hadn't she stopped you before… you know?" I couldn't help but ask.

He shrugged. "She tells me that it's because she knew I'd be able to stop before it ended too badly." He flashed me a crooked grin. "But something tells me that she just wanted another sister." I should have blushed, but I didn't. I didn't think I could anymore.

"But anyways, Carlisle was able to help me stop the bleeding, but you had already lost too much blood, and you were going to die… if we didn't change you. For some odd reason, I wanted it to be my venom that changed you, so I gathered enough control as I could, and did it myself." He didn't look at me all throughout his confession.

"So I really am a…" I didn't know why I was having such a hard time saying the word. "A vampire?"

He nodded solemnly. "And I'm afraid it's my entire fault. You'd think that, with my superhuman strength, I'd have been able to control myself."

"So, are you saying that you're, like, some kind of Superman or something?" I asked.

He laughed. "No. Far from it actually." His tone instantly lowered. "Bella?"

I just loved hearing my name fall from his perfect lips. "Yes?"

"I'm so sorry that I did this to you; damned you to this life. And, even though I sure as hell don't deserve it after all that I've done, please tell me that you won't just leave?" His face was so close to mine now, his eyes smoldering at me, burning deep into my soul.

I allowed myself to reach up and trace his perfect features with the pads of my fingers. He sighed as before, closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly. Those tempting lips…

"Never," I managed to whisper. "As long as you'll keep me."

He chuckled underneath my fingertips. "What a silly response. I'll always want to keep you. I'm just glad that I won't have to force you to stay. I don't quite know what I'd do, now that I've realized how much I love you."

He loves me… I began smiling like an idiot. And then I lost it, launching myself into his arms and attacking his lips with my own. His response was surprise at first, but once what was happening registered in his mind, he kissed me back just as feverishly. He cupped my neck with his hand and I bent my head to the side, deepening the kiss.

Eventually we were able to pull away from one another. We were both breathing heavily and he lent his forehead against mine.

"What was that for?" he panted.

"I was proving a point," I gasped out.

"And what point is that?" he asked, straightening himself, therefore forcing me into a sitting position as well. Only then had I realized how I had knocked him over and had been lying on top of him that entire time.

I pretended to pout. "Well, Superman." I smirked at him when he rolled his eyes at me. I leaned against his chest and sighed as he wrapped his arms around me. It felt… nice, for lack of a better word. "I was hoping that I'd get to be your Lois Lane."

He chuckled at that. "Unfortunately, Bella, Lois Lane wasn't Superman's form of Kryptonite." His tone got serious. "And there's no doubt in my mind that you'd be my form of Kryptonite."

He stood abruptly, holding out one arm for me. I took it, and he pulled me up and into his arms. He crushed me to him for one brief moment before letting me go. But I wasn't having that. I hugged myself even closer than before, letting my arms wind around his sides. He placed both of his arms around my arms and wove his fingers in my hair. I pressed my cheek against his chest and sighed, content.

"Maybe now I should show you how to get rid of that burning," he whispered. The burning suddenly returned; so much had been going on that I hadn't even remembered it. I pushed myself away from him and let mu hand go straight for my neck. He chuckled, and took my hand in his. "Come with me, Bella."

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Uhg. Sorry if any of the Superman references are wrong. Granted, I didn't even know who Lois Lane was until five minutes ago. Ah, the benefits of living such a sheltered life. Don't you just love Wikipedia?

But, besides that, now Bella knows everything. What will happen next? Review, and you just may find out sooner than later!