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BPOV

"Edward?"

The room was pitch black, all light sources had been turned off and the curtains where shut. I felt along the side of the wall nearest the door for the light switch, I found it and pressed it down. I turned around and looked for Edward, the room was empty. All that was there were an empty bed and furniture. I guess he wasn't here I turned to leave. Just as I clicked the light off I heard a groan coming from the bathroom, of course I forgot the bathroom.

I crossed the empty room and made my way over to the bathroom door, I quietly pushed it open trying to delay the person in room catching on to my presence.

When I pushed on the door, it stopped opening halfway. I pushed harder on the door. Someone groaned on the other side of the door. I pushed as far as it would go trying not the hurt the person on the other side. I pushed my body through the gap and made it through the gap. It was dark in here too; I looked downwards to the door and saw the outline of a body leaned up against the door. I flicked the light switch on quickly and looked back down. It was Edward on the floor. I crouched down quickly, his skin was so pale too pale, I lifted his face up to mine and saw how dark his pupils are. They where coal black, there were deep bags under his eyes. His lips looked dried almost crusty too, I touched his face again. I noticed how he had yet to speak to me or stop me from touching him. If I didn't know any better I would probably say he was dead.

"Edward?"

"What are you doing here?" he croaked. He started to push himself up but fell back down.

"I came to talk to you. What's wrong what have you done to yourself?"

"I'm fine just tired."

"We don't need to sleep, we can if we want but we don't have to. So don't lie."

"Follow your own advice."

"Stop trying to send me away."

"Why don't you just leave me alone?"

"Cause you need my help."

"I don't need your help. I don't need anything from you."

"I'm not offering anything," I tried to move my arms to help him stand up but he pushed me away.

"I'm trying to help you stand up," I moved my hands again.

This time he let me help him up he leaned over onto me. I was suddenly over come by the smell of him, he smelt wrong. I had only smelt something like this once. It was the smell of a corpse. Vampires only smelt like this when they were starved of blood. My spine crawled at the memory of the smell; Dad had captured a spy and had been questioning him. I wasn't supposed to see but I did. The moment I had entered the room I knew I should not have been there. It was only when I got older my Dad actually told me what the smell was. He only told me because as he put it, "Necessary for your training."

I had never liked the idea of vampire starvation, especially on myself. The pain must be excruciating.

I pulled Edward out of the bathroom and slowly into the main room. I held my breath the entire time. What amazed me was I had never picked up the smell when he had been around me. Something must have triggered off his reaction.

I looked up at Edward who was looking down on me, "What have you done to yourself?"

"I'm perfectly fine," he attempted to move his arm from over my shoulder. As he did so his body collapsed.

"Easy I would hardly call this nothing," I had quickly moved my arm back to support him.

I pulled his body over to the bed and carefully placed him down on it. I took a few steps back and stood there waiting.

EPOV

I looked up at her she stood a few paces away from me, her eyes bore into me.

"When was the last time you ate?" she asked.

I had to word this correctly she must not know what I was doing although I did wonder why and how she could now I was starving.

"I ate couple hours ago same time as you why?"

I put on a face of pure innocence.

"Don't lie to my face dam it," she smashed her hand down on the table next to her.

"Hypocrite!"

"What!"

"You heard me Isabella you're a hypocrite."

"How?"

"You're a liar. You're lying to me, to your own parents. You lie to everyone around you and yet you have the cheek to tell me not to lie to you."

"I'm not lying."

Her face looked frustrated but I could see the fear in her eyes. The fear of me unveiling the truth.

"You just lied again. When you want to tell the truth come see me but until then butt out of my business."

I looked away from her. I expected to hear the door slam but after a minute no such luck. I turned back and she was still there waiting. Her head was bowed down.

"I can't."

"Can't what," I sighed. I was already exhausted and this just seemed to be dragging on.

"I can't butt out."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know?"

"I just don't ok."

"You have to know something?"

"I know one thing that's true. You're starving yourself and so far I have yet to figure out the reason behind it."

"I'm perfectly fine."

"You smell wrong," she simply replied. "You smell dead."

Dame it I forgot about the smell we gave off when hungry, heck I had forgot about all the symptoms off starvation. One main problem was I was practically defenceless without blood I was useless. I needed blood to keep my body in top condition. If she wanted she could easily kill me. I had left myself unguarded.

Stupid.

"I smell perfectly normal."

"You smell like a corpse in Vampire terms I don't think that's normal."

"Nothing is normal," I took a deep breath in trying to ignore the sweet smell of blood that now seemed to radiate from her body.

"There is one other thing," she gave a wicked smile.

"What?"

"This," she raised her left arm up first. I continued staring until she lifted her right arm up and used her small finger to cut a line up her arm. Blood dripped from the wound.

I turned away sharply, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Waiting."

She moved forward a bit more the blood had stopped flowing from the cut and her flesh began to heal. Blood still remained on her arm.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked with clenched teeth.

"Waiting for you to drink my blood."

"Are you insane?"

"No but I want to know the truth and if the truth means making sacrifices I will do just that."

She held her arm out to me again, "Stop it please."

My blood lust was telling me to drain her for all she is worth but I refused. The point of my starvation was to deny my feelings for her, drinking her blood would completely destroy all of my plans. I had confinced myself this was the only reason but the truth I kept hidden deep inside was I didn't want to hurt her. The feelings of my own wanted to tell her the truth whilst my father's own feelings and opinions he had pushed on me told me to keep myself shut off. To tell her lies, she was my enemy.

"Please stop," I whined.

She walked right up to me and held her arm out.

"You have been starving yourself. Tell me why?"

"No."

"Tell me," she yelled.

"NO," I screamed back.

She repeated the wound again drawing out fresh blood.

"I will do this all night if I have to," I saw her eyes start to sink.

If she kept this up all night she would be worse than me and I'm not sure if I could help her. I could barely help myself.

"Stop it not just for my sake but for yours."

I could never forgive myself if I hurt her. I would gladly burn myself to millions of pieces if I hurt her.

She looked me directly in the eye, "Don't worry about me. I'm perfect I'm fine."

"Not if you keep this up."

A sharp pain dragged through my chest, I fell back onto the bed trying to hold in the urge to bite her. Another sharp pain overcame me. A pain of anger that she was doing this to herself. Her father had taught her to use any method she needed to get information. This was sick. It was wrong.

"Just tell me why?"

Her eyes lost the anger and showed true concern.

"I can't tell you."

She raised her arm up again and was about the cut her skin again. I grabbed her arms and held them in place.

"I can't do this anymore."

I bowed my head down in defeat. I'm giving up she wins.

BPOV

"Can't do what?" I asked.

"This! All of it I can't do it."

I stared at him as he waved his hands about, he pointed around the room and then he pointed at me.

"What have I got to do with this?"

"Everything. I'm tired of trying to hurt you. I'm tired of staying away from you. I'm tired of listening to what my father wants. He doesn't own me and your father doesn't own you."

I stepped back away from him in shock.

"What?"

"I love you Bella."

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