A/N: Ok so I put my heart and soul into this chapter and its over 6 thousand words long. I'm trying to make my writing better so let me know if you like the more detail I have put into it. Sit back and enjoy!! xx

Closer – Part 4

EPOV

I rushed into the house past the rest of them. On the way back from school Alice had been full of questions though she must have already seen what happened. Jasper tried to calm me down as I could read it from his mind and Emmett; well he just tried to get his wife out of her foul mood that I had put her in about eighteen months ago with my arrival and request though it was a lot worse in light of my actions today.

Speeding into the house I threw down my school bag and threw myself down on the couch with force you could hear it creak behind me making Esme cringe at the thought of her beloved couch under my wrath. She was keen to know how everything had went, I could here her ask but she never said the words out loud so I chose to ignore them. You would have to be blind to tell that it never went well.

Alice sat down beside me once again looking for answers that had changed her visions. She expected me to embrace seeing Bella, hold her. That's not quite the way it had worked out. I had a moment of panic that we could never be; it was too dangerous for her and decided to keep her at arms length. Make her think I didn't want her. My tough skin can feel no pain but my cold dead heart felt her words dig deep.

Alice.

She was driving me insane with her questioning constantly berating my mind. I used the same trick on her as I did Esme.

Truth is I loved my family but being separated from them for long periods of time I had struggled with the watchful eye of them all for the last eighteen months, all waiting for me to make one wrong move. I was use to being the loner and here I was with all of them and all of there time. I was loved, I knew that and I missed them and they missed me but it was something I still had to get use to.

Having enough of there silent questions I raced up the stairs to feel my anger rise the further I got away from Jasper. I like to feel my own emotions and Jasper calming me on this occasion was annoying. My rage built back up by the time I had made it to my room, walking in I kicked at the table with all my journals sitting on it causing it to skid across the room and into the glass wall, breaking the glass into shards falling to the grass below along with the table and journals.

Shit.

Esme was sure to burn me now.

"Edward." She shouted out seconds later as she stood looking at what I had done.

Esme does not shout. Ever.

Looking down out of the broken window I could see all my books fluttering in the wind, the pages caught up in glass.

"I'm sorry." Is all I could manage, it stood for nothing in the grand scheme of things. I rubbed at my face trying to calm myself, this day just managed to get worse.

"Edward." Esme called my name again, though this time it was almost a whisper as I could hear her worried mind as she came up to me and wrapped her hands around me into a hug, her right hand rubbing at my back trying to soothe me. And it worked.

I felt my tense muscles relax, my jaw loosen off and my arms pull Esme into me relishing the contact. There may be less than ten years between us but she will always be my mother. Her soothing motherly comfort is what I needed from the wall I metaphorically and literally hit today.

"What happened?" she asked in a whisper into my hair.

"She won't talk to me." The tone was lost in my throat and the words were barely audible as I spoke them, without our enhanced hearing I doubt she would have actually heard my words. I pulled away from her knowing she wanted to hear about it all, not because she was nosey like Alice but because she knew it would help if I spoke about it.

"I thought Alice said it looked promising." Knowing that I must have done something to upset the future. She looked at me expectant, waiting for me to tell her the reason for the change of vision. She already knew that it would have been my doing. She knew all too well that I carried extreme confusion on this subject, weather it was right or wrong. Her view was that it was wrong to fight my feelings for Bella. What was right was to embrace the strong hold that she had over me from when we had met.

"I didn't quite greet her the way Alice had seen." My eyes fell to the floor feeling ashamed that they all had changed there lives, Esme encouraging them to change there lives for me and this is what I had done.

Bella.

The sweetest name my mind will ever hear.

She refused to speak to me; the only words to come out of her mouth were reference to the slides we were looking at. I tried several attempts to which I only got a raised hand from her, not even eye contact with those beautiful brown eyes. I wanted to kiss her and with the rage inside me I wanted to let go and my demon come out and take her sweet blood from her, feeding me. To taste her in anyway I could.

My body ached at the thought. Venom rising.

I felt disgusted at myself for those thoughts, I had stopped feasting on humans but I would always be that monster. Bell would always be too good for me even if that was not that case. She was perfection, her big brown eyes that I made me feel like I had found home, her hair and her scent that provoked wants in me I could barley contain.

"Edward, you must stop seeing yourself as the animal you think you are." She scolded to my surprise looking straight into my eyes, her mind telling me the same over and over. You're not that animal.

"I am a killer." I told her flatly as I pushed her loud thought out of my mind trying to block her voice internally. She was all too aware of the lives I had taken to satisfy my urge. She knew what we were and she knew what I was, that I let my killer instinct run free at the expense of many human lives. My life was spent creating a massacre single handed.

Placing her hands on my arms she looked into my eyes "You are not bad, that's how you were designed, how we all were but you have stopped. Bella came into your life and made you see there was more. It took you a little longer but you still made the right decision in the end. If she is the cause for this Edward you can not just walk away so easily, if you really do care for her, enough for you to change like you already have you need to speak to her."

"She's not one of us." I let out a little scratchy. Her words had heart behind them and I only hoped they could be true. But one thing would always be the same. She was human.

"Come with me Edward." She took my hand and pulled me in the direction of the broken window jumping down onto the grass below the shattered out window.

I looked at her as she looked around at her feet, the pages still blowing in the wind as did her hair now. Bending down she picked up my sacred books, opening pages looking at my thoughts. I felt my mind was being intruded, my past laid out for her to see and she freely took the opportunity to do so in front of me. But I never stopped her. I didn't know what she was looking for.

Decades of my thoughts.

I wrote my thoughts down constantly, even when travelling alone. It was the only comfort I had; they were the only thing or being that had all the knowledge of what my mind could think. They were the depth of me and opening one of these books was like shinning a candle in a dark crevice. I would leave them with the others before I travelled back out myself knowing that none of the others would invade my privacy.

But here was Esme, reading my words, my private thoughts and some how I never stopped her as I knew she was looking for something. Something she knew would be here, not from a previous intrusion on my journals but from reading me. She was good. She wasn't my maternal mother but she had that trick that all mothers manage. They know everything without ever being told. It's defiantly a sixth sense that truly exists.

Holding a page open she placed it in front of my eyes willing me to take it out of her hand and to read it. "Look at all these words." She looked down at the rest of the books; there were more than a hundred, all of them with my words written out from front to back.

I looked back up at her after reading my dark words from my diary confused.

She smiled sweetly at me before placing a hand on my cheek. "You still don't see it do you?"

I gently shook my head answering no but enjoying the comfort from her hand, still relishing contact so much after being without for so long. I could never forget the warmth it gave me. Esme I believed to be the only one possible to have a soul out of all of us.

"She's not one of us Edward but you're one of them. She's not strong and she's not fast and she doesn't need to be. She need contact, love and support someone to touch her and touch her heart. You feel loss and you feel alone. The proof is here a hundred times over." She said as she lifted another one of my journals to my view. "You can't live without what she can give to you. You have done for so long and it saddens me to see you like that. But the really sad part is that its not just you that's alone if you walk away, so is Bella, that's what she needs from you, care, compassion and love and you can give that to her better than anyone. Look what you have done already for her."

Emotion, it was right there in front of me the full time. My journals, my mind and my being. It was one of the true human qualities that existed in us. That connection of needing someone undisputedly, unconditionally that was what kept a link to our past lives. The loss of losing someone would always affect us perhaps even more so knowing that we have to live eternity without them. Was what I felt for Bella that strong? Was our different lives able to fit together some how if we were meant? Was it even fair to ask her for that?

I had changed not only my life but the lives of my family for this one girl, was it time to give up already? What would it be, head back out on my own feeding off of humans again and trying to forget everything she gave to me in one single moment of looking into my eyes?

The thoughts rattled around my mind as I looked down at my journals on the grass. The words etched into the pages were dark and grey, not much colour shone through them. I had been alone for too long. The warmth of having my family back again was undeniable but it didn't complete me. I had never been complete, ever. I had loved no one; brief romantic encounters were for humans. Vampires needed more.

"Edward." Esme's motherly voice brought me back to the back yard, looking up she smiled as she guessed the realization on my face.

"I need to talk to her."

*****

BPOV

I sat there feeling my head sway and my body fold on it's self. My legs dangled not quite being able to reach the floor. I tried to hold myself up, wriggling slowly trying to keep my eyes forward and not look or breathe in the blood. The paper sheet below me tore as I jerked myself back trying not to pass out. It wasn't enough to hold me. The only thing I was aware of was falling forward from my position.

Slaps to the face stung with the heat radiating out of his palms. Jacob held me on his knees as he crouched to the floor. "Bella." He called as I struggled to open my eyes open. "Isabella." He called again. Now he was just trying to annoy me.

"Are you just trying to annoy me?" I asked as I opened my eyes looking up into his.

"I just knew I would get an answerer quicker that way." He smirked.

God that boy knew every possible way to annoy me and he was only happy to use it to his advantage frequently. My back lay out across his thighs as my legs sprawled out onto the floor. Still feeling dizzy I took a chance to look around at the surroundings from floor level feeling quite confused that I was actually down by the floor but without any added injury. It wouldn't be the first time it had happened.

"How did I get here?" I asked as his strong arms lifted me into his chest as he stood up before placing me back onto the examination table I had been sitting on moment before. He made me lie down, probably in hope that I would cause less injury to myself.

"You passed out and were heading for the floor head first but I managed to save any further brain damage."

"Funny." I rolled my eyes to him. Feeling another wave of dizziness come over me with the rust smell burning my nose. I wanted to be sick.

"Bells, you ok? All the colour has drained out of you." He asked as he placed his inferno hand onto my forehead. As if he could tell any change in my body temperature with hands like that. He always radiated heat; it was as if he had a constant fever.

"I just feel a bit funny." I tried to pass off as I could feel the acid flaring up stopping before anything could come of it.

"Are you going to throw up again?" he asked a bit worried, but worry of his own concern. Like worrying for his trainers again. I had only hit his trainers once when throwing up. It was of course an accident but he still didn't let me forget it.

"I'm fine." I rubbed at my forehead feeling a shiver but still feeling hot at the same time. I had hurt my wrist and managed a cut at the same time. I was fine; this was just my body's reaction to the thought of blood. I hated it. Any tiny drop would have this effect on me. I felt a steady rise of acid from my stomach again as I sat bolt upright.

Jake knew this move, before I could ask he had placed one of the bowls from the cabinet next to me and I heaved my tiny amount of lunch that I managed to eat after spotting him.

Edward.

It was his fault I was sitting here right now.

After eighteen months I never thought I would see him again but for some reason he came tumbling into my life again. Well I say life, I mean more my peripheral vision. He left the lunch hall not long after our eyes met and I followed him. Our meeting was brief and cold. I looked at him waiting for him to look at me the way he did all those months ago when we met.

He was so intense in the alley I thought I may explode but it was addictive and within the short space of time I didn't want to leave his side. His red eyes scared me but there was something deeper in them showing me he was lost, lonely and scared.

We parted with bad words between us only to be forced to sit next to each other an hour later. I cut him off, wouldn't let him have his way to speak. I wanted nothing from him. It was clear to me that that night had meant nothing to him. The energy I felt was obviously one sided. I felt so stupid for holding him in such high regard after all this time. I meant nothing to him. He just happened to end up back in Forks.

So that was biology. Him trying to speak, me constantly ignoring him, only seeing him look at me out the corner of my eye as I refused to acknowledge his presence except for the discussion of the slides.

The rage of the encounter and having to put up with him next to me for a whole hour not being able to touch, look or even kiss him the way I had imagined if we were ever to find each other again. The disappointment filled my head and I knew of only one thing that would free me of it. The motorbikes.

"Feeling better?" Jakes voice drew me back to the stark hospital cubical I was currently occupying. Looking up to him I gave him a soft nod to his question before he passed me a paper towel to wipe my mouth and placing the sick to the side away from both of us. Coming back to me he placed his warm arms around me gently placing me back on my back on the bed. I felt a shiver through my body as goospimples appeared on my skin. Taking off his zippy he placed it across my now chilly body as his warmth radiated against my skin making me feel drowsier. He was good to me; I knew that, even if he didn't try to hide his face full of horror as he moved the bowl of vomit across the room. He was there for me all the times I managed to land myself in here, often lying to Charlie in the process to save me from getting into bother.

He sat down in the cold hard plastic chair that sat next to the bed as I felt my lids get heavier and heavier.

"So are you going to tell me what happened today to make you go off on the bike like you did?" he whispered the words almost trying not to let our conversation be over herd but his tone was still accusing. Like I said, the boy knew me well.

Letting my eyes fall from whatever the smell of blood was doing to me and also to block out any look that Jake maybe giving me I answered trying to end the conversation "Nothing, I had just had a really stressful day at school. All these assignments are piling up."

"Liar." He stretched out in an almost upbeat tone, evident that he was trying to get it out of me without to much upset. It never seemed to bother him to much before, placing pressure on me to get the answerers out. He must be concerned about his trainers still. A small smile formed at the thought though I did my best to hide it.

"Was it that kid Newton all over you again?" he asked like some jealous boyfriend.

"That kid?" I looked at him sceptically "He's a year older than you." I reminded him.

"Yeh but I'm about twice the size of him so if he's bothering you, let me know and I'm sure I could have a talk with him." He winked.

"Yeh cos you just love to talk with your fists. It's nothing to do with him and you're not beating anyone up." I sighed at having this conversation once again.

"Ok so what is the reason then Bella?" He didn't seem to want to let this one drop. He was like a dog with a bone between his teeth.

"I told you, nothing. Now let it drop." I sighed with anger and he knew it. He let the bone drop and crossed his arms across his chest and being told off. God this doctor was taking his sweet time to come check over me.

"So what's the excuse this time?" I knew it wasn't a riddle to our last topic of conversation but actually asking about how we were going to cover out tracks in more ways that one.

"I fell while we were racing through the forest." I replied almost immediately knowing that the question was going to come.

"We used that last time. We need something better." He told me off.

"Say I climbed a tree then." I shrugged not caring just wanting a doctor to hopefully give me something to kill the pain I was feeling through my arm.

"Climbing a tree, he wont believe that Bella. This is you were talking about. Christ he's going to kill me this time. He will come after me with his gun and hunt me down." He placed his face in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees steadying his posture. His thick mass of dark hair covered his face and his boyish features in comparison to his very manly body.

"Stop being so dramatic, it will be fine, just say you goaded me into it or something." I shrugged closing my eyes again.

"Great, so now I'm a bully." He threw his head back, his strong body dunting the chair back slightly with his strength.

"Jake!" My eyes snapped open to look at him just before the curtain pulled open revelling a tall athletically built man with blonde hair and snow white skin. He looked almost like an angel with his white coat on.

Giving a soft smile he looked at me and then to Jake.

"You must be the patient, Bella?" he looked down at the chart that I had filled out when I arrived.

"Yes that's me." I smiled back at him, almost hypnotised with his beauty. He was not someone I would go for, to old and all the rest but I couldn't help but notice his presence.

"I'll just leave you to it." Jake interrupted as he slid between the curtains.

"Well Bella, I'm Dr. Cullen." Gliding over to me he looked at my wrist and the cut on my arm. Cullen? That was Edwards's name. I had picked it up from Eric earlier. Was it possible that this was his father? He looked like he was only about ten years older. Weren't they all adopted, the thought came back to me at Eric talking about them this morning.

"So how did you manage this?" he broke me from my thoughts.

"Emm, I fell." I stuttered out suddenly unsure of the story we were going to use to cover ourselves.

He smiled softly at my hesitance "Are you sure you just fell?" he asked his gold eyes looking into mine. They shone just like Edwards but held a bit more confidence in them but they were definitely the same unusual colour.

I nodded my head in response.

"I won't tell anyone, Bella." He paused for a moment before looking at me again. "Bella?"

"Yes." I answered as I thought it was a question.

"No sorry, you're Bella?"

I looked at him confused at what he was actually getting at. "Yes, I'm Bella Swan." I repeated my name to him once again.

"No, but I feel like I know you already." Excellent, another member of the hospital staff no doubt laughing at my expense of my long history of mishaps.

"Yes I know, I visit here a lot. You will probably see me again very soon." I smiled and joked with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

He let out a light laugh at me though it was nether patronising or directed at my many injuries.

"How come I haven't seen you here before, I'm almost of first name terms with all the staff." I joked again.

"I'm new here. Only started this morning." He gently lifted my hand and inspecting it mobility. His hands were ice cold. It seems to be an occupation requirement. "Make a fist." He ordered as I clenched my fist with great discomfort as my face contorted.

"Oww." I let out as I opened it back up. Enjoying the feel of the muscle relax in my hand as I placed it on my knee. "So you are Edward's dad?" looking at him I could see a resemblance, the golden eyes, the pale skin the unmistakable beauty. The all looked similar.

"You spoke to Edward today?" he asked with large genuine smile.

"Yes." I nodded. "Though I don't think we will be talking anytime soon." I told him honestly. It wasn't my fault, I just felt strangely comfortable around him.

"I'm sorry to hear that Bella. I knew he head been looking forward to seeing you." He told me before turning his back and reaching for the suture tray.

"Now I don't think you will need any stitches but I'll clean it up and put a small dressing over it." His face turning to meet mine again.

He stopped to look at my obvious surprised face from his words he spoke. I tried to change it but his words were running through my head. "He's spoke about me?" I asked incredulously with a mumble.

There was a look of confusion written across his face. You could see he didn't know what to say. I was dying to ask him what he had said about me. Dying. He stood there still not talking and began to dress my small wound, he seemed like he pretended that he never heard my question but the look he had gave, I knew better.

The tense air getting to me I asked him again "He spoke about me?" I purposely looked into his amber eyes looking for an answer.

He frowned as he finished the dressing. "Yes, he did. Now I think your wrist will need a support for a couple of weeks but just keep trying to use it but be careful." He ordered still giving no other explanation about Edward.

Not even paying attention to he rest of the words that came out of his mouth I nervously asked him what he had said about me. I needed to know. Dr Cullen clearly said he had been looking forward to seeing me. Edwards's reaction earlier told me the exact opposite.

"Bella." His booming voice came from behind the curtain as he hurried through it no doubt worrying what condition I had gotten myself into this time. Of course it was Charlie just being a dad.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." I told him with a smile as Dr Cullen placed the support around my wrist causing little pain as he did.

"Hey, you must be the new doc?" Charlie asked as he stepped forward to shake his hand. "I'm Chief Swan, just call me Charlie though." He smiled at him. Obviously his charm just didn't affect the women.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Carlisle Cullen." He answered him but held up his gloved hands in response to his shake. As if I was that contagious. Clumsiness is birth defect, not something you can catch. Charlie only gave a knowing and understanding smile to his gesture.

"So where is Jake?" Charlie asked. I shrugged not knowing where he had gotten to but was sure not to be far away. "How did you manage it this time Bella?" a small sigh escaped from his mouth at the thought of another injury to me not the fact that I had Jake call him at work for me again.

"I climbed a tree and fell." I smiled sheepishly in the hope it would cover my lie. If he ever found out about the motorbikes I would be dead.

"Well I'm finished here." Carlisle informed before he slipped past through the curtains and away. Damn, he was avoiding my question, I knew it. So annoying. I need to know what Edward had said about me but I can't ask him because I'm not talking to him.

*****

"Night." I called to Charlie as I closed my bedroom door. It was ten at night and after my day I was ready for bed with the hope that come morning I could get out of school using my arm as the excuse, though I doubt Charlie would fall for it. It wasn't that bad.

Pulling out a black t-shirt and underwear I changed in my room before walking back to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Looking in the mirror I looked to myself looking to see if anything was different. My hair was slightly longer than the last time I had seen him but I still looked the same. Beautiful is what he called me that night in the alleyway. Was I suddenly not attractive to him anymore, or was it the dark shadows that hid my real face.

Spitting into the sink I placed my toothbrush in its holder making my way back to my bed climbing into the purple and lavender sheets feeling the cool air between them hit my skin reminding me of Carlisle's hands as he touched me.

Oh yeh, him again. How was it that boy was still consuming my mind. If he left it I'm sure it would be vacant, it seemed to be the only thing I could think about. Edward. I thought with a sigh. His gorgeous beauty, my Adonis had been such…such an ass. I of thought he would have been happy to at least acknowledge my presence at school, you know, knowing at least one person there but no...

I huffed into my sheets hearing Charlie's snores come from the other room. I refused to spend one more second thinking about him. I only prayed sleep would come to me before I lost the will and began to pine over him again.

Before I could even close my eyes I heard a small noise coming form my window as a tall framed figure stood at the side of it almost in darkness with the exception of the moonlight that shone through the windows as one of the curtains had been pushed aside.

I rubbed at my eyes, positive I must have already fallen asleep or that someone was breaking into my house.

"Bella?" A soft caramel voice called to me in a whisper.

I squinted trying to see who was in front of me before they moved into the small amount of moonlight, showing there face to me.

"Edward?" I called out a little too loudly. Him pressing a finger up to his mouth in the hope I would be quiet at his command.

Whispering "What the hell are you doing in my room." I hissed at him, thinking he must be mad, for one Charlie could catch him and two being that after today he would get the hint that I didn't want to talk to him.

"I…I just need to speak to you." Carefully he shifted closer towards my bed trying to keep any sounds down low as possible.

"I don't want to talk to you and I certainly don't want you in my room."

"Let me explain." He pleaded with his honey coloured eyes. Damn it, I was too weak. I sat there saying nothing looking up at him.

I broke away contact before he could start again. "No Edward, I don't want to hear it. Leave now or I will call for Charlie."

"Please Bella." His tone matched his eyes, honey, sweet and hard to resist. I fought every screaming urge in my body. Inhaling a deep breath to calm myself.

"Get. Out. Now." I pulled the covers back over my body and let my head fall into my pillow. He stood there watching me, not moving. I couldn't see his eyes but I knew they were boring into me, into my hair looking for my face. If he was regretting what he said earlier I didn't care. He could go to hell.

"Wait." I called out to him as I sensed him turning around. I had to know, what he had said about me to Carlisle, how would he speak to him about looking forward to seeing me then almost ignore me. Moving from my position I sit up waiting for him to turn around. "Carlisle, what did you tell him about me?"

He never turned around to look at me as he spoke "When did you talk to Carlisle?" he was quite but you could here the surprise in his voice.

"Today at the hospital."

"Why were you at the hospital?" he asked looking confused as he turned to meet my eyes.

I waved my bandaged arm up as evidence and my answer. He was instantly by my side inspecting my arm but I was just as quick to snap it from his cold hands and the fact he though he could touch me.

"What happened?" he asked, I ignored.

"What did you say to Carlisle about me?" I asked again looking up directly at him as he towered above me.

His face turned toward the window before he spoke "That's what I was wanting to talk to you about." The words crawled out of his mouth slowly.

I looked at him waiting, expecting an explanation but his eyes only shifted towards my bed covers.

"What did you say?" I asked slowly, one word at a time waiting for a response.

"Why we're here, it's because of you." Now it was my turn to look confused. He absorbed my look before continuing. "You were right, when I left you that night I had to come back to find you."

"So you did come back for me?" I asked a little disbelieving. How could he manage to talk his parents into moving for a girl he met up an alley? How would you even begin to pitch that idea? Suddenly him standing in my room, having him come through my window, moving here and flashes of what he said to me that night came to my mind. It worried me, but I still didn't feel scared of him. Any fear I had of him diapered that night when he looked into my eyes, it was like he could calm me with one look. Maybe that made him even more dangerous.

"Yes." He paused for a moment looking for the right words. I gave him his change to talk and gather his words correctly. I was aching for them. "I was right, any soul I might have, you have it. After I let you go I wanted to get you back, to take you away with me. All reason and sense left me, all I wanted was you."

I sat there dumbfounded; I didn't know what to say. I looked at him, my neck getting sore from the sharp angle I looked up at him from but I couldn't move, my eyes were glued to his. All this time and now he's here. All this time. Anger filled through me, it had been eighteen months, all this time I had been alone and now he was back.

"It's been eighteen months." I said through gritted teeth. To that he took a step back looking down at the floor, his head bowed down.

"I know." I could barely here his whisper; though it ripped through my ear drums with the emotion alone, the sadness and disappointment. "I had to make sure…That I could be around you."

"Be around me?" I didn't understand why he couldn't be around me?

He took a seat at the end of the bed making eye contact once again before dropping his view back to my bed covers. "Remember what I said that night, Bella? I wanted to harm you."

I nodded my head remembering the conversation, he said he wasn't human. But looking at him he was just another seventeen year old boy. His beauty almost godly, but a boy none the less.

"You said you weren't Human. What did you mean by that?" I asked in fear of what my come out of his mouth. I had studied the internet with what he told me that night, it had been an obsession, I was looking for some medical condition, schizophrenia, anything. The only thing that seemed to come up was Vampires. Legends instead of story book cut outs. That was insane. Wasn't it?

He nodded "I'm not human; you should fear me by my presence alone. I'm something else, something more…sinister."

Rolling my eyes at his alleyway fear factor again. "Edward I'm not scared of you. You are not sinister. Maybe a candidate for juvie with your breaking and entering skills but that's as bad as you get." I smirked, trying not to laugh at his intensity.

"Bella, you must take me seriously." He scolded me. Telling me off and making me meet his dead serious eyes. It gave me a shiver. I began to pay attention knowing he wasn't joking anymore. "I had to…change before I could see you again; your smell makes me want you, to drink your blood. I could never harm you; it would kill me to do so I needed to make sure I was strong enough to hold back. When I let you go my world went black. Nothing else, no one else could take your place. I can't stay back from you but I can't be around you without you knowing what I am."

"What are you?" I asked suddenly feeling myself dazzled by what he was saying, he was intense and something radiated through him but I couldn't tell what.

EPOV

Fear swirled through my body, hurting my bones and joints. I couldn't tell her what I was; it was against the 'rules'. I needed her to guess, I needed to be able to show her something that would make her realize.

Whispering into her, taking in her desirable scent I pleaded with her. "Come with me?" I extended my hand waiting for her to take it. Her small warm human hand touched mine as she looked into my eyes giving me her trust.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the more detail, I found I was falling in love with stories with that bit more detail so decided to work at it a bit harder. Lol my mind is exhausted.

The bad news is I won't be up dating for a couple of weeks. I'm hopping to finish off other FF that have lost my attention because I'm in love with this one so much right now and want to keep this effort up, I hope you are all liking it as much as I do writing it.

Please let me know what you think of the changes and if you like where the story is going. Any suggestion in direction will be greatly received and thought of – this was a one shot but looking for ideas where to take the story further.

Pretty pretty please review – they will give me the encouragement to get back to it as soon as possible if I know people are reading it!! Oh yeh and who's POV do you prefer? I will be continuing to write for both but just wondering.

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