A/N: Ok, this is where the story starts getting pretty weird. I was freezing, or getting attacked by little kids while writing this, so I apologize in advance. My friend might actually help me write some of chapter 7, so she told me to post chapter 5. Hope you like it, and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of it's character.

Chapter 5

BPOV

I let him take my hand, and lead me away. We started running. I guess I would let the "Victoria leaving" think drop...for now. The thought of seeing James' reaction again made me giggle. His expression was so livid before. But then we came to an abrupt stop.

"What's so funny?" he asked, still holding my hand. Woops, I didn't mean to laugh out loud.

"Nothing. Just your expression when I first brought up the Victoria thing. Which I am going to do again, by the way. Just to see your reaction. It made you seem even sexier than-Oh my god! I didn't mean to say that!" I gasped, and pulled my hand out of his grip to cover my mouth with both hands.

"Did you just call me sexy?" He smirked. Clearly, my slip up amused him.

"I didn't mean to..."

"Do you really think of me that way? Sexy?"

"I...Uh..." I couldn't put together words enough to make sense. He had me pressed up against a tree, with it to my back, and his body holding me in place.

"Do you really want to know why Victoria left?" He whispered. I nodded and gulped.

"She left because she discovered something. Do you want to know what that is?" I nodded. "She, on her own, discovered that...I...am-"

"Oh my god, just say why! I promised not to kill you, what more do you want?"

"Bella, she realized that I have fallen for you," he spat out quickly. I gasped, and raised my hand up, slapping him across the face. He hissed.

"What the hell was that for?" He growled.

"You killed Edward, and changed me. You cannot be falling for me," I stated.

"Oh, yeah? Who says it's up to you?" He said, still outraged.

"You're probably lying about that, too...Prove it." Crap, do I really want to do this?

"What? How? That still doesn't give you an excuse to bitch-slap me."

"No one needs an excuse to bitch-slap you. Just prove it."

"How?! What?!"

"Prove it! Prove you love me, or at the very least, like me!" I guess I am going through with this.

"And, again, I repeat, how?" He asked.

"Kiss me. Kiss me to prove you've fallen for me. Now!" I added, because he looked hesitant.

"No. you don't want me to."

"Yes, I do. Please," I said softly. He sighed, and grabbed my shoulder, stepping close to me.

"No. you love Edward, you don't want me." I saw disappointment cross his face. Oh. Right. Edward. I had forgotten about him. But James' grief bugged me. I didn't want to see it there, on his face, knowing I caused it. I wondered it going back to the Cullen's would be better for him, so he could find Victoria, and be happy. He stepped back from me.

"No!" I screamed, "Edward's dead. He's gone, and not coming back. He doesn't matter anymore." The dry sobs almost took over my body again, but I held them back. I had a goal to accomplish, and losing control wasn't going to make it any easier for me.

"Bella, yes he does matter. Don't think like that."

"What are you, my mom?"

"No. if I was, I wouldn't do this." He put one hand lightly on my check, tilting my face up. He placed his other hand on my hip, pulling me closed. He slowly lowered his face to mine, pressing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck, using all of my new found vampire strength. The force of it knocked us over, but didn't break our kiss.