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Chapter Twenty- Other Plans For Us

EPOV

"Ed, Esme knows."

I froze as I saw Jasper open the door and walk in.

No, this could not be happening. I knew my Mum. She would be heartbroken.

"What? How?"

I had to hold securely to my beautiful Bella, sleeping in my arms, to stop myself from shaking with anger. Her scent hitting the back of my through like a slicing dagger. It was a good kind of pain; it reminded me she was here. With me.

"She overheard Rosalie on the phone to Em. She's at your place now, she's extremely upset that none of us told her, and that you went and did that in the first place."

I groaned internally, but I suppose it was right she would know. I think she'd be more upset that everyone else didn't even think about telling her and keeping her in the dark.

"Ok. She does deserve to know. Is she ok with Carlisle?"

I hoped this hadn't caused any argument between them, they loved each other like no one else I had seen, and they weren't even soul mates, Marcus had already tested, but the love they felt for each other almost crippled me sometimes, when I could see it or read it in their minds.

Yeah, it's nothing one of their make up sessions won't cure. Jasper thought, inwardly chuckling.

I couldn't help a small laugh escaping my lips either.

Jasper's eyes darted to Bella, straddling me, her head against my chest, breathing evenly, her mahogany hair fanned across her face, pink lips pouting. Words couldn't describe my love for her, sometimes it was too overpowering for even me handle.

Jasper obviously felt my outburst of love and protection.

"Is she ok? She felt a little crushed earlier?"

Something pierced my heart as I realized I had hurt her. Fuck me, I'm a jerk. I stroked her hair, silently promising never to hurt her again.

"She's fine, we just had some issues to clear up."

Ironically, I didn't need to be a mind reader to know what my brother was thinking. I always had issues.

"Naturally," he said, grinning.

While you're at it, control those crazed vampire hormones of yours, just feeling what your feeling is making me want to take Alice right here and now, he thought.

I snorted, when did he never want to take Alice? Sometimes he was as bad as Emmett and Rosalie.

"Naturally," I said, repeating his words. Besides, I couldn't help my feelings for Bella. It's not her fault she's the most desirable woman out there.

"I'm happy for you Ed. We all are. She's…she's something special. Did you see the way she spoke to the Volturi? I didn't know she had it in her."

The thought of my shy Bella ever standing up to those bastards made me cringe. I held her impossibly tighter to me. My brave, beautiful, Bella.

"Me neither."

"We're landing soon, wanna wake her up, Bro?"

"Nah, let her sleep. She's hardly closed her eyes in the past almost forty-eight hours."

Unconsciously, as I held her, she pulled me closer to her, causing the upper part of my lap to come in contact with her again. I held in a moan, and Jasper smirked and rolled his eyes.

"As long as you're sure you can steer this thing safely with her on your lap."

I wanted to hit him, but resisted the urge and clenched my teeth.

"I'm sure I can. Go get belted up. We'll be landing in a few minutes."

That was me politely saying, FUCK OFF.

He took the hint and walked out, closing the door.

I breathed in the tortuous, mouthwatering smell of Bella, and kissed her hair, tracing my fingers up and down her body, which wasn't s good idea considering the turned on state which I was in.

I froze again, trying to control myself. No Edward, breath and stay calm.

I pressed my lips to her ears gently.

"I won't hurt you again, baby, your life always has and will be mine."

BPOV

I felt like we were moving. At a high speed, the buzzing of the plane was gone, leaving my ears with a blocked sensation.

I groggily opened one eye to find myself sitting on the front passenger seat of Edward's Volvo.

"You ok sweetheart?"

My head flicked around from the hilly scenery to the driver's seat.

Looking at me was my beautiful Edward, his eyes dark black, staring intently at me, a soft smile playing at his lips.

I didn't answer, couldn't answer. My whole body froze at the glorious sight of him, the morning sun flooding through the windows, causing his skin to shimmer and glow, like diamonds.

I think my heart stopped beating for a second. Then it happened. Tears started pouring down my face, strangled sobs escaping from me.

Immediately I felt us swerve to the side of the practically deserted road. My seatbelt was off, so was his, and he had lifted me up and put me in the back seat, lying across his lap, holding my face in his hand. His beautiful eyes were narrowed with concern and adoration.

"Bella. Calm down. Breathe," he whispered, his hands locking my face so there was so way I could advert my gaze.

"Edward…" I gasped, my hands scrambling to touch his face, his smooth cold skin calming me to the touch.

His hands released me and he closed his eyes as I let my hands explore his face, my finger running over his delicate pale eyelids towards his nose, over his perfect lips and strong jaw line.

The tears were still silently dripping down my face, my sobs subsided.

My hands found his shirt, clenching it in my fists; I bought them to my face and buried myself in his heavenly scent.

"Oh…Edward…" I breathed, clinging on to him tighter.

I felt his strong arms gently pull me away from his, and once again he trapped my face in his hands.

"Bella. Would you care to explain?" He asked, his eyes sweeping over me erratically, as if there was something wrong with me. Fuck, maybe there was something wrong with me.

"You're…you're here," I whispered.

He nodded again, urging me to go on.

I shook my head, he wasn't getting this.

"You're here. I'm crying because I'm so happy."

Edward breathed out a sigh of relief, his whole posture relaxed and he chuckled.

"I know. It's so hard to believe. Both of us, we're together. Bella, please believe this, you and me, we're going to stay together forever. I'll kill anyone who dares to separate you from me," he growled on the last sentence, his eyes growing impossibly darker, his grip on me tightening.

"Good," I said, avoiding his intense gaze, "I won't be able to survive…if we're apart. Not again."

I saw the agony appear in his eyes.

He took my had and bought it to his lips, pressing them softly to my flesh.

"Please forgive me for thinking I knew what was best for you, my angel, what I did, almost killed us both. Well…me I couldn't care less about. It's you. I hurt you. I hurt an angel," he said, burying his face in his hands.

I sat up on his lap and tried to pry his hands away unsuccessfully.

"Hey," I whispered in his ear, "Of course I forgive you. I don't care about that anymore, its you who is everything to me. I would die without a second thought for you."

At this his head shot up, glaring at me.

"You will do, not such thing, I'm not worth it, my love."

"Neither am I," I snapped back.

He low rumble emitted from his chest, which stated otherwise.

"Edward, where are we?"

"On our way back now, love, to my house. Esme's there," he said, sighing.

I bit my lip.

"Are you in trouble?" I whispered.

He looked at me sadly, nodding.

"I hurt her so much Bella, by doing what I tried to do. I hurt her so much by putting my family in a position in which they had to keep her in the dark for her own protection. I hurt everyone," he said, closing his eyes and exhaling sharply from his nose.

I kissed his lips gently, hoping this would make him look at me again. Nope.

This time I pressed my lips to his more eagerly, more harshly. I knew this is what he needed. My thoughts were confirmed when his lips started to move with mine, moaning against my lips. My hands clutched and tangled into his hair, pulling him closer. My mouth coaxed open his, our tongues meeting, fireworks exploding in my head, my breaths becoming struggled.

His lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, down my neck, his cold lips brushing my collarbone, going slowly lower and lower, until they were at the top hem of my top.

His hands inched under my top, tracing over my stomach, goose bumps erupting wherever is magical touch came into contact with my skin. But he stopped before he reached my chest. I groaned when his hands didn't go any higher, or his lips any lower.

"Please, Edward, please," I begged, not daring to open my eyes to gauge his reaction.

"Bella," he murmured against the skin of my neck.

"Let's not push both of us now, love."

"But...you're in so much control," I said, this time opening my eyes to meet with his lust filled gaze.

"Am I?" He asked, raising and eyebrow.

I could see that he hadn't fed in a while. Maybe this was a bit too far.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry, Edward," I said, biting my lip and looking down.

He shot me his gorgeous crooked smile.

"We'll talk about this later Bella. Don't be sorry, love," he said winking.

I climbed back into the front passenger seat, Edward leaping over gracefully.

I rolled my eyes.

"You're annoying."

He smirked.

"Jealous?"

I scoffed.

Then something caught my eye by my foot. My duffel bag that I packed, the one I forgot in the car.

I leant down to pick it up.

"My stuff?" I asked myself, opening the bag Yep.

"Shame, now you won't get to wear my clothes," he said mischievously.

I tried to hold back my disappointment. Unsuccessfully.

"I like wearing your clothes," I said shrugging. No point lying now, the truth was as clear as day on my face.

"In that case, I love seeing you in my clothes," Edward said, taking my hand, kissing it softly, and put it on the gear stick, his hand over mine. He started up the car, and sped up again, his eyes never leaving me.

I smiled at him reassuringly, my heart kept missing beats, making breathing a little difficult.

"Edward watch the god damn road," I hissed suddenly, realizing that he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention.

"Hmmm?" He said absent mindedly, still staring at me with a look of wonder in his eyes.

"Edward! THE ROAD, WATCH IT!" I said, panicking in earnest now.

He shrugged.

"Nah, I like my view thanks."

I blushed.

"Well…at least slow down."

His hand over mine changed gears, his foot pressed harder on the accelerator.

"Edward." I warned.

"Babe, I'm not the one changing the gears," he said, his eyes wide with mock innocence.

I groaned and leant back in the chair.

"You're impossible," I grumbled.

He shot me a winning smile again, his dark eyes twinkling.

"You're just beautiful."

I blushed and looked away, the sparks still flying and making my insides pound from where our skin was still in contact.

Ten minutes of pure forest scenery, I saw Edward's mansion. My relaxed feeling disappeared and was replaced with apprehension. Edward didn't seem in control either, I knew he was trying to hide it, but I knew him too well to know what he was feeling. His hand on mine tightened on the gears.

"It's going to be ok, you know. Everything," I said, smiling at him reassuringly.

He nodded, not looking totally convinced.

We stopped outside in the huge driveway and Edward took an unnecessary breath, and got out the car. In a flash was on my side of the car, opening the door for me and helping me out silently. Once I was out, he reached inside to grab my bag, which he slung over his shoulder. He opened his hand to mine and I entwined our finger, his posture relaxing at my touch.

"Thanks, love," he said softly.

"For what?"

He placed his lips gently on my forehead.

"Just, for being you, for coming into my world. For saving me."

"Anytime," I breathed shakily, his very presence fogging up my brain.

We walked up to the house together, Edwards grip tightening on me.

Before he could open the door, it flew open to reveal a beautiful woman with caramel brown hair and eyes, golden eyes and snow pale skin. Yet everything about her was motherly and gentle. You could tell she was in agonizing distress. Her eyes were wide and erratic, her posture unsteady, even for a vampire.

"Edward…" she breathed, her eyes wide, relief flooding over her stunning features.

Edward let go of my hand and pushed me slightly out the way gently, as if he knew what was coming. Esme ran up to her son, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Don't ever do that to me again, Edward Cullen," she whispered, dry sobbing on her son's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Sorry, Mum," he whispered.

She pulled away from him, her eyes red, yet no tears.

"I thought….Oh God…" her voice broke again.

"I'm so sorry, I promise you, that will never happen again," Edward reassured his mum, taking her hand.

Her face turned stern.

"It better not young man, without you…your father and i…what would we do?"

Edward broke out into a small chuckle.

"Love you Mum," he said, taking the beautiful women in his arms again.

I didn't realize that I was crying, until I tasted the salty liquid on my lips.

It was my fault he went to Italy. It was me who was the selfish cruel bitch. And because of me, it wasn't just him who had to suffer. I broke his mother's heart as well.

Esme pulled away from her son and turned to look at me as if she was noticing me for the first time. I prepared for the scolding I should get for sending her son to his doom. It never came. Instead she flew at me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

"Thank you…words can not describe… you saved his life."

I was shocked. She was thanking me?

"No, really, I was the reason he went there in the first place," I mumbled, not looking into her warm orbs.

I heard Edward's distant rumble from my left. Obviously he would contradict me.

She shook her head.

"No, you saved him. It was out of his own will he approached the Volturi, and no human would have the strength to overcome them. Except you. You have no idea how much I am in your debt for that," she said, smiling softly.

I shook my head.

"No I –"

She cut me off.

"Not another word Bella, you can't blame yourself, if anything you should be praising yourself. You saved his life."

I blushed and looked down, preparing to come shoot back another "no this is my fault" line. Instead Esme leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"I've heard a lot about you Bella. It's a shame we couldn't have met before. I already consider you one of my own. The fact that Edward has you, makes me so proud…your perfect," she said in my ear. I blushed again, feeling the tears in my eyes again, and smiled at her.

"Thank you Esme."

I think she understood I couldn't say anymore.

As she pulled away, my eyes caught Edwards. He was staring at me hard, with an emotion in his eyes, which I couldn't recognize. His dark eyes consumed me with their burning passion and for the billionth time that day, I had to remind myself to breathe.

I had to advert my eyes from this gorgeous creature before I fainted.

Only to discover that at the front door, every single member of the Cullen family were standing at the door, completely silently and smiling.

Carlisle stepped forward, smiling, and wrapped his arm around Esme.

"So... you both going to come in?"

I nodded, but Alice came leaping to the front.

"WAIT GROUP HUG FIRST!"

Everyone looked at Alice. Edward groaned.

"NOPE NO ONE IS GOING ANYWHERE! LETS GO PEOPLE, AND TRY NOT TO SQIUSH BELLA WHILE YOU'RE AT IT."

No one moved. Then I saw Emmett grin.

"JASPER GRAB THE PIXIE AND GET HER INSIDE!"

Suddenly Alice had disappeared and so had Jasper.

"Ha, she didn't see that coming," Emmett snickered, "What does she see coming nowadays?"

Rosalie slapped the back of his head.

"OW BABE, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

"For disrespecting your sister. Now get inside," Rosalie said sternly, shooting me a smile and a wink, before escorting her husband inside.

"Like I said, come in," Carlisle said, taking his wife's hand and walking inside.

Instantly Edward was holding my waist bringing me closer to him.

"And that, my love, was the last bit of freedom you got. Don't expect me to ever let go again," he said, his velvet voice sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

"And surprisingly, I'm ok with that," I said, moving further back into him so he let out a low moan. Oh crap not again, I need to learn to keep my body away from that part of his body.

"Sorry," I said apologetically, pulling myself away. But his vice like grip spun me around to face him.

"Hmm Miss Swan, what did I just say about never letting you go?" He murmured into my ear.

He stunned me again. Bloody hell, my life was so over. Say the word and I would do anything for this beautiful man. I was completely captivated.

"You said….I…erm…" I stuttered.

Edward grinned and placed his finger over my lips.

"I'm so glad I still have this effect on you," he said.

Caught, I blushed and looked away.

He hissed.

"Fuck Bella, that colour on you is driving me wild," he whispered. Then without another word he picked me up effortlessly bridal style, so I was cradled in his chest and walked at human speed inside. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on that fact that my love was holding me.

"Do you want to sleep some more love?"

I shook my head.

"Do you want to eat?"

The truth was that I didn't really want to eat, I still felt slightly sick, but by not doing so it was making me weaker, I had almost forgot I was still ill, so I nodded.

In a flash we were in the kitchen, Edward had placed me on one of the stools and was on the other side.

"Now what do you want to eat?"

"Anything."

"Anything it is."

Ten minutes later I had a steaming bowl of delicious smelling noodle soup in front of me. I didn't realize how hungry I was, until I swallowed it and it hit my stomach.

Within four minutes flat I had finished the huge bowl, sighing contentedly. I looked up to find Edward staring at me with the most amused expression on his face.

"What?"

He shook his head, his golden hair catching the light.

"Nothing."

I cocked my eyebrow.

"It must have been something."

Edward pressed his lips tightly together and once again shook his head vigorously.

"Edward Cullen, you will tell me," I said, leaning over the counter, so our noses were practically touching.

He seemed momentarily at a loss for words, then he snapped out of it.

"Fine, you asked for it. You eat in the funniest way," he said, not being able to contain his laughter.

Oh. I felt my cheeks grow warm as he continued to laugh at me. Fine! Two could play at that game. I slapped his arm, pretending to hit it really hard. Then I let out a cry of pain and cradled my hand to my chest, biting my lip.

In that millisecond Edward was by my side, gently pulling my hand away from my chest, his face filled with anxiety.

"Bella, are you ok?" he asked, gently rubbing my hand, scrutinizing my expression.

"It hurts," I whimpered, smiling inside.

"Fuck Bella, my angel, this is my fault, I shouldn't have-"

Then I let out a snort of laughter.

"You. Are. Too. EASY!" I said, giggling. Immediately his posture froze as he towered over me.

"You should not have done that, Bella," he hissed. Before I knew what was happening , he had picked me up and sat down, flipping my around so I was sitting on his lap, his hands gripping me tightly.

"You're so dangerous," he breathed into my ear. My heart was thudding and my breathing escalated. God what was he doing to me. I decided not to let him take control. I sat up in his lap and wound my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead to his.

"Look who's talking," I whispered, breathing in his calming scent.

He bought something out of his pocket and opened his palm to show me. My promise ring.

"Put it on me?"

"With pleasure," he said, taking one arm that was around his neck and placing it in front of him, then slowly he slid the ring on my finger. Where it rightfully belonged.

I looked up at him, tears in my eyes, only to see the emotion I had detected before burning brightly in his black orbs.

"I love you," I whispered.

He smiled, his eyes burning as intensely as ever.

"As I love you."

He pressed his cold soft lips against mine. It was brief, but it was enough for my hormones to go wacko.

When Edward pulled away he smiled at my pained reaction.

"Bella, sweetheart, you're too young."

I'm sorry. Did he just call me young?

"And?"

"Your not ready for any sort of sexual stuff yet."

"I'm sixteen-"

"In two days," he cut off.

"Exactly, I'm legal."

"Maybe not mentally."

"How would you know if I was ready mentally or not," I said indignantly, standing up and taking a step back from him.

"I don't, but I need to be sure. Also you know I have no control over myself, I could kill you so easily, and I'm worse this time because I have to start training myself to drink the blood of animals all over again. I would die if I hurt you Bella," he whispered pleadingly, his hand reaching out and taking mine.

"But look at you now? You're fine and you haven't fed for ages." I pointed out.

He sighed.

"Bella, do you know how hard I'm trying not to rip your throat out at the moment? It won't help."

I looked down ashamed, I was making this difficult for him, but I just couldn't help myself.

"Where's your family?"

"They left, to give us some…privacy. They'll be back on your birthday." I groaned internally. What point is my birthday if I can't do anything about becoming sixteen.

"Can't we try?" I whispered, looking down blushing.

"Not for a long while, my love."

I knew I was being selfish towards Edward. But I couldn't help it, I needed him so much. God I'm a bitch.

"But you want to it too?" STOP BELLA STOP, the voice inside my head was screaming.

He nodded.

"God, you know I do. Bella, drop the subject now…just the thought of me making love to you is wavering my control. I need to hunt. Now," he whispered sharply. Before I could protest, he lifted me up and sped me out of the room at a speed I could not comprehend.

When we got to his room, the first thing I noticed was the giant hole in the wall had been patched up. God vampires were fucking efficient.

Then I took a look around the room, which to me was a shrine. Nothing had changed, the carpet was still thick and golden, the room light and airy with full length windows.

"If you want you can take a shower, get changed, whatever you want sweetheart, I'm going to hunt," Edward said, wrapping his hands around my waist from behind.

"You're leaving?" I whispered, biting my lip, my heart stuttering erratically.

He trailed his cold tongue over the back of my neck. I moaned, and put my hands over his on my waist.

"I have to. I don't want to. I'll only be a few hours."

I was scared. About him leaving me. And about what he was about to do.

"Animals Edward."

"I'll be different, Bella. It's like withdrawal symptoms. I won't have any control."

"You have to start somewhere," I said, turning around, cupping his face in my hands.

"For you, Isabella, I will. Promise me one thing?"

"Anything."

"After today and now, I'll change. I want you to remind me who and what I am. I want you to make sure I don't try to make love to you. I won't be able to control myself and if I do, I'll hurt you. Promise me, baby."

"I prom-"

I was cut off when Edward tore himself from me, and sprung to the other side of the room, his teeth bared at me, a hunger present in his eyes that I had never seen before.

"You're bleeding," he hissed, his jaw clenched and his fists balled.

I was too shocked to speak, not to mention confused. I wasn't…? Oh shit. My period.

I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking the door.

"Edward, go," I whispered. When there was no answer, I knew, he had already gone.

I never factored my "lady problems" into any of this. Did this mean for five days a month I couldn't be allowed near Edward? The thoughts made my heart freeze. Surely…no I knew he could barely be to be around me when I had no blood spilling from me.

I looked around the huge bathroom. How the fuck was I supposed to get myself cleaned up, Alice had gone so I couldn't ask her. My life sometimes…

One word popped into my head. Relax. I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. I took off all my clothes, wrapped them tightly into a ball and dumped them into a bucket of disinfectant I found in the cupboard.

Then I ran to the shower, switched it on and climbed inside. It was the most amazing feeling, to have the dirt being washed away, after what felt like days. But I couldn't enjoy it. I was resisting the urge to switch off the shower and go and find my Edward.

Don't be stupid Bella; he won't be back for hours.

That was true, maybe longer, to give myself time to sort myself out. Half an hour later, I switched off the shower, wrapped a huge towel around me and tried to walk across the tiled floor towards the door without slipping. I had my own clothes now, so I didn't need Edwards. That disappointed me somehow. When I walked outside into his bedroom, I saw a carrier bag on his sofa. Trotting over to the sofa, I peeked at what was inside and sighed with relief. I loved Edward. There was three packets of pads for my…problem and a huge bar of chocolate. God, I really, really, really, loved him.

I quickly got dressed, pulling out a pair of jeans and a hoodie, my usual, out of my bag. I realized that I really didn't want to wear them. Skipping over to Edward's closet, i gasped. He never told me he had a fricking WALK IN WARDROBE!

Alice's doing no doubt. I gasped at the piles and piles of sweatshirts, t-shirts, jeans, brands of designer that I didn't even recognize. I noticed something, none of these things had even been touched, the tags still on them. Walking towards the back was another cupboard, I opened that to reveal all his clothes, plain sweatshirts, stonewashed jeans, that I knew very well he did wear. I took one of his hoodies out, inhaling the sweet, beautiful scent and smiled.

I pulled it over my head, it came mid-thigh to me. I went back out into his bedroom. I went over to my bag and grabbed some shorts and slipped them on. Then I got the chocolate from the bag and walked around his room idly, savoring the sweetness of it. I walked aimlessly to the open window, where his grand piano was. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface, and then did a double take. There was a thick layer of dust covered the whole of it, the lid wasn't even open. Then I turned to the huge book shelf. Every single book was untouched, the shelf has the same musty layer present on the piano. Then I ran over to his CD collection, and opened the stereo, there was nothing inside it. What happened to Edward Cullen?

The same thing that happened to you stupid, he died inside.

I knew the voice in my head was right. I definitely wasn't the only one that suffered.

I wondered what he'd be like when he came back. More dangerous, for sure. Would he forget his love for me? No Bella, don't ever doubt him again, I scolded myself. I didn't realize, in the midst of this internal battle, I had managed to make my way over to his sofa and lay down, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.

I had thought that once I had found Edward, everything would be perfect. Looks like someone else had some other ideas for both of us.

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