Chapter 10

My brain went into shock. "A… a… vampire?" I stumbled over the thought.

Edward looked at me grimly. He was a completely different Edward from the one I had known since I had been born.

"Edward, you can't really…"

"Bella, it's true," he insisted. He opened his window facing the Forks forest and jumped out. He landed on the closest tree, and looked back at me. I was amazed. I tried to sit up, but my hip wouldn't allow me. He ran from tree to tree with amazing durability and speed. I swore I was dreaming. He jumped back into the room, taking the glass window with him. It shattered onto the floor, and I covered my face.

"If you're a vampire, you'd drink blood."

"I do," he breathed. "You see how my eyes are amber?" I looked into the eyes of not Edward, but a creature I never knew actually existed. "It means I only drink animal blood. Do you know how much of my willpower it takes not to kill you?" He pasted himself against the far wall, as far away from me as possible. "Even looking at that bruise… the battered blood vessels just under your skin…

"How did you see the bruise?" I demanded, sitting up and dealing with the squeezing pain. "You weren't downstairs." I thought about the bruise, the picture clear in my head.

"I can see it in your head right now," he told me, still in the scary attitude he'd been in since he took me home. I felt my forehead, trying to feel him inside there somewhere. "How…"

"I can read minds." I remembered all those times that I had a feeling he could tell what I was thinking. I thought of other strange things.

"What about when you and Esme were arguing the other day? Is she a vampire, too?"

"And Carlisle," Edward confirmed.

I took a deep breath. "Then I want to be a vampire."

Edward's head snapped up. "No, Bella!" he yelled. "I will never put you in that kind of danger!" He stepped closer to me.

"What if I want to be one?!" I screamed back. "Edward Cullen, you make me a vampire!" I growled. I wanted Edward more than anything. A vampire can't be with a human. I don't think vampires are reversible, so he was going to have to make me one.

"No!"

"Fine!" I rolled off the bed straight to the floor. I picked up a shard of glass and, without thinking, slid it down my arm. It stung, but the blood welled up quickly. "What are you gonna do?!" I taunted. "I'll cut myself to death if that means you'll change me!" Panting, I sliced the glass down my other arm. Warm blood started dripping to the carpet.

Edward walked in front of me, his eyes bright and dangerous.

Screw this, I finally thought. I stood up and, through the pain, walked up to Edward and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his, and tasted something sharp, almost minty, but well below freezing. I pulled back in shock.

"Bella, get off of me." Edward warned.

I did as instructed, my arms feeling tingly now. "Make me a vampire," I said again.

I could see Edward's breathing accelerate, and he turned away, looking out into the Halloween night. He shed the parts of his tuxedo that my blood stained. I don't know what I did, but I was sure that it isn't good.