PLEASE READ: A/N: Okay guys, I don't have a lot of ideas for this story so I really want to know what you guys would like to see Edward make Bella do. So yeah, if you guys let me know, I can write it in. If not, I guess I can't and the story might not go any farther. Just nothing too too mean, okay. Anyhow, I'd like to thank those of you who've reviewed so far. Your comments keep me going. : )

BPOV:

Edward had finally let me go and returned me home. I wasn't happy about what he'd instructed me to do, but I shuddered to think what would happen if I defied him. I sighed and ran upstairs to "get ready" for what I was about to do.

Whenever Billy came here to visit Charlie, his son Jacob would drive. This was because Billy was confined to a wheelchair and couldn't drive himself. But Jacob was happy to do it for him. They would all be here soon. As if I'd spoken of the devil (again), I heard Charlie's police crusier pull into our driveway.

A few moments later, I watched from an upstairs window as Jacob pulled his car in behind him. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the task at hand.

I didn't have a lot of makeup, but I took my small supply into the bathroom and began applying more than was necessary. I was going to be so embarassed when tonight was over, I doubted if I was ever going to be able to look at the people downstairs again. I sighed and put my makeup away. I would likely hear about this one for the rest of my days. I left the safety of my room and slowly walked down the stairs.

Everyone had gathered in the living room to watch the game. Charlie was sitting in the armchair. Billy sat to his right. That left Jacob. He was seated on our small couch. I slapped my forehead. I hesitated...

"Tonight Bella!" An irritated voice whispered from behind me. I didn't have to look. I knew who the voice belonged to. I walked into the living room, knowing I was going to regret this, and sat down next to Jake.

He eyed me suspiciously. "I didn't know you liked football Bell." He said. "I um..." I fidgeted. "I..." Suddenly I just grabbed him and kissed him. He was stunned, but made no move to stop me. And I could've sworn he was kissing back. When I finished, I lay down on the couch and pulled Jake over me, and kissed him again. Around this time, Charlie looked over at us.

"Hey. Hey! What's going on over there?"

Edward had ordered me- well, it was his brother's idea I guess- to make out with Jacob in front of Charlie and Billy. I wasn't allowed to tell anyone why and I couldn't stop until Jacob left the house.

Charlie was standing next to us now, trying to pull Jake off me. In this event, I was to hold on to him for as long as I could. But they were a lot stronger than I was and Charlie had us separated and standing soon.

"I don't know... She just started kissing me..." Jake was telling Charlie.

Then I heard, "Isabella, go to your room!" I'd be grounded now. For a few weeks probably. I buried my head in my hands for a moment before grabbing for Jake once more. This time he backed away. "Jake, maybe you should step outside." Turning back to me, he yelled, "Isabella Marie Swan, I told you to get upstairs now!"

Since Jake had technically left the house, I could leave him alone now. I turned and ran upstairs as fast as my legs would carry me.

EPOV:

I stood in the Swan's kitchen to get a good view of what was happening. When the boy had started kissing Bella back, I'd surprised myself as a low growl escaped my throat. She did not belong to this boy. I must remember to caution Emett: no more of this while the girl is in my custody. We are overseers of evil, not embarassment.

I'd also felt a pang of what I believe was guilt. As this had never happened before, I could not be sure. The urge to comfort her also arose within me. I left the kitchen and calmly walked up the stairs. Bella had left her door slightly ajar. She was laying facedown on her bed crying. I walked in and sat beside her.

She looked up at me with tear stained eyes. "What do you want?"

I hesitated. What did I want? I was not going to comfort her or tell her she would eventually live down her embarassment. I wasn't certain as to why I hadn't simply left her. I could leave my victims to deal on their own. Whether they were in pain or not. I wasn't supposed to care.

I looked into her eyes for a moment and breathed in her scent. I moved my head downward, closer to her neck. Without thinking, I bit into her tender flesh. She gasped loudly, frightened. When I felt the sweet, warm blood touch my tongue, I pulled back quickly.

"Edward? What-" I barely heard her. I jumped to my feet and raced to her window. She immediately followed me. "Edward, what's going on?" She asked me. I knew she was confused, but I wasn't sure about things either. I needed to clear my head. A good nighttime flight was just what I needed. I changed into my bat form and fluttered out of her window and into the night.

And that was chapter 3! And I'm kinda out of torture ideas. (And this one -I don't think- was too good) So you guys would help me a lot by letting me know what you want. Just remember: nothing too mean. Ok, R n R please! I'll be waiting. : )