I know it's only 11 pages, I'm sorry. I feel like a desperate and needy child, but please review if you liked the story. Or if you didn't like it. I write to read your words.

Cecilia and the Satellite by Andrew McMahon and the Wilderness

Drain You by Nirvana

"Will you go out with me, Edward?" I asked, falling into the ocean of his verdant eyes. It seemed like such a simple, mundane question, but it felt like my entire existence depended on its answer.

"Okay," he was smiling shyly up at me through his lashes like the sweet boy I knew him to be. I leaned back towards him, I couldn't not kiss him in a moment like this.

I could feel his pulse pick up from beneath his lips, a rushing river of life. My eyes were closed; I was intent on just absorbing finally being connected to my mate.

I opened my eyes, my lips mouth still moving on his still one. His eyes were clenched shut and he wasn't breathing. His posture had made a complete 180 from relaxed and content to stiff and still. Could he not feel the intense connection we shared? I pulled back and squeezed his hands softly, trying to get him to open his eyes and talk to me.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, his eyes still closed and breaths now shallow and shaky. The sun was shining dimly in the house, but the couch was thankfully in the shadows. I didn't know how I would be able to leave the house unless clouds obscured the sky.

"I'll g-get better," his voice was breaking, and he looked like he was about to cry. I wanted to kiss his cheeks and wrap him in a hug, I wanted to take away all of his pain.

"I don't think that's possible," I replied, smiling weakly as he opened his eyes and looked at me, skin flushed.

"N-no one has ever k-k-k-kissed me like that." I wondered who he had been kissing that that made him feel like anything less than the god he was. I wondered who had dared kiss my mate.

"I've never kissed anyone like that," I said honestly. I hadn't kissed anyone since I had joined Carlisle, and even that was a desperate attempt at filling the void that had been present in my heart since I had been created. A void that was filled the moment I saw my bronze haired boy from across the cafeteria.

He looked at me incredulously, brow quirking up and the corner of his full lips turning down. I had just been kissing those lips, it was almost unbelievable. He exhaled heavily from his nose and turned his eyes away from me, staring at the black television. He looked like he was deep in thought, like he was contemplating something. I knew that humans needed time to process just about everything, so I sat perfectly still on the couch next to him, keeping my breaths silent and my eyes trained on his beautiful face.

"W-we had f-f-foster par-parents who would c-come into our r-rooms at n-night and k-k-kiss us and t-t-t-touch us. When w-we were y-y-younger," he didn't look angry, or uncomfortable, but his eyes were sad and back was bunched and he slouched down into the couch. Our hands were still intertwined, a constant and necessary connection to my mate, but he wasn't looking right at me.

My heart was breaking. That primal need to avenge my mate bubbled up, I could hear my own chest rumbling in anger. But he didn't need someone to avenge him, he needed someone to be there for him now. Be what he needs, I chanted to myself, forcing my hands to stay loose around his and my expression to remain calm.

I was at a loss for words, so I just nodded at him. I was entertaining thoughts of snapping the necks of these foster parents after long torture sessions, I could see in my mind's eyes a young Edward being held down and abused by these monsters. I had seen carnage and war in my long existence, but this thought was a true horror. It made me want to gag and at even the thought of it.

"We all have a past," I tried to say something Carlisle would, to sound understanding and wise. I didn't exactly have a pleasant time in the few years leading up to my change, but it had never been anything even close to what Edward had experienced in his short life.

It seemed to be the right thing to say, because Edward squeezed my hand comfortingly and gave me a sad little smile once our eyes met. I wished I could tell him what I meant, tell him about when I was human, but nothing would line up to our human stories of being adopted by the Cullen's. I couldn't lie to him any more than absolutely necessary, and I would apologise for my lies the minute he knew of my true nature.

We sat comfortably together on the couch, the clouds finally covering the sun, leaving a dim light in the sky as the afternoon approached. I began to smell the sugar in his blood dropping and his stomach gurgling hungrily.

"Can I make us lunch?" I asked, pulling him up off the couch with me as I rose. The iron in his blood was still low and he had looked malnourished to my sensitive eyes since the moment I saw him. He shrugged but led me into their little kitchen by the hand. I never wanted to let him go, but perhaps it would be strange to him if I cooked with only one hand free.

Our hands pulled away and I rifled through the refrigerator, holding my breath so I wouldn't have to smell the mix of all of the foods in such a concentrated position. There weren't many greens or fruits, mainly just filets of fish and sodas. Nothing healthy enough to go into the body of my mate, nothing that would really aid in his development except perhaps the fish, which looked a bit old for me.

I closed the refrigerator and turned towards Edward, who was standing behind me with his hands shoved in the pockets of his blue jeans. His face was flushed red and he was shifting his weight uncomfortably.

"Would you rather get lunch? There's not much in there," I offered. Even going to Pacific Pizza and eating the empty carbs would be better than eating questionable fish and a rotten stem of broccoli. Alice seemed to like shopping immensely, I wondered if she would be interested in going grocery shopping with me so their refrigerator would be stocked.

Edward nodded, his face still pink, and crossed the hallway to get a jacket and shoes from his room. I wondered what had made him so uncomfortable and embarrassed; it wasn't like it was his fault that the refrigerator was empty, not like that was anything to be embarrassed about in the first place.

He helped me with my superfluous jacket in the foyer, opened both the front and car door for me, and held my hand as I drove us to Pacific Pizza, seemingly over his blushing episode in the kitchen. But his heart rate picked up as i pulled into the semi-crowded parking lot, and he started bouncing his left leg and tapping his pointer finger on my hand. I wasn't even sure he noticed his own jitteriness. I saw Tyler standing outside, but I thankfully didn't see or smell Jessica or Lauren anywhere near us. I didn't need to deal with their cattiness now that I finally had Edward, and he and Alice could fill the human-friend role in my life instead of Jessica and Lauren.

I didn't turn the engine off, but turned to face Edward. He didn't return the body language, he wasn't even looking at me, but at Tyler standing outside.

"We can go somewhere else," I offered. The only reason I picked this place was because it seemed they had good food from the frequency Forks students went there, but by the pace of Edward's heart, that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

His heart was still pounding, but he pulled his brows together and clenched his jaw angrily. I knew I shouldn't feel this way, but his anger was... SEXY. His jawline was so much more defined when he did that, and I felt the urge to slide towards him in the cab of the car and lick his threat. And maybe it would progress, he would like it, and I would whisk him out of the car to sink my teeth into his throats and complete our mating bond.

He pulled his hand away and moved to open the door, pulling me out of my unrealistic fantasy. The air hit me when I opened my own car down, easing the bloodlust and halting the rush of venom that came with my little slip up. Edward was waiting for me at the front of the car, willingly holding his hand out for me to take. His hand felt clammy in a cold sweat, and his heart rate was still too high for my liking, but his expression held no evidence whatsoever that he was nervous or uncomfortable; he wasn't even trying to scratch at his arm from under his grey sweater.

Tyler looked up from his phone as we approached slowly; I was matching Edward's reluctant gait. An astonished grin passed over his stupid face, and he opened his big mouth to say something stupid. I kept my growl in my chest, but I glared at him in warning. The smile left his face but his mouth stayed open as his heart pounded and the adrenaline entered his disgustingly undesirable blood stream. He looked like he wanted to run away screaming, but his feet stayed anchored to his place outside the door. He averted his muddy brown eyes as we walked through the door, Edward holding it open for me to walk through, our hands staying laced together. Now that I had experienced the contact, I wasn't sure if I could survive without holding onto Edward.

My nose crinkled in disgust at the smell of the melting cheese and cooking meat, but I led Edward towards the line to order. He was tapping his finger against my hand again as we stood in line. His throat was completely exposed as he looked up to the menu above the counter, and I forced myself to focus on the scent of the pizza to curb the flow of venom that came from looking at his pounding jugular sitting next to his pronounced Adam's apple.

"What can I get for you?" Ashley Dowling was staring at the computer screen, her sandy blonde hair falling in front of her eyes and obscuring her face. She sounded completely bored, but her eyes widened as she looked up at us.

"A p-pizza s-s-sandwich and a d-drink, p-pl-please," Edward said softly through clenched teeth, keeping his gorgeous green eyes cast down at his feet. I squeezed his hand carefully, moving to pull my wallet out of my pocket with my empty left hand.

"I'll have a cup of chilli and the spinach salad," I said kindly, drawing Ashley to look at me. I could put her at ease by looking at her, a much more successful approach than the terror I inflicted on Tyler. She put our order in slowly, her eyes never really leaving mine as I tried my best to keep her calm. I handed her my credit card before Edward could even say anything, and I broke my connection with Ashley once she gave me my receipt.

I pulled Edward to a small, sticky table in the back of the restaurant, listening for our order number to be called. I would get Edward to eat some of my salad and would take the rest home as leftovers for whomever would eat it. His jaw was tense but his eyes were smiling as he looked at me through his thick lashes.

"I didn't r-realise you c-could d-d-dazzle girls, too," he mumbled, seemingly fighting a grin through grinding teeth. I had no idea what he was talking about, much less what made it so funny, and his lips upturned when I made my confusion apparent.

"You d-d-dazzled th-that girl," his shy grin was infectious, and I smiled back at him.

"Do I dazzle you?" I asked. If I had that affect on my Edward, that would be all that mattered. He certainly had that affect on me, especially when he was flushed and smiling at me, his eyes molten pools of emerald that I could easily fall into. He looked down and nodded shyly, sweetly, and I smiled wider at him.

We were in our own little bubble in the dimly lit corner of this bustling pizza joint. My mind was so consumed with Edward that I barely even heard a pimply teen yell our order number from the counter.

I pulled my hand away to grab our trays, leaving Edward at the table looking, well, dazzled. I was still smiling when I claimed our order, and teen's heart started pounding unevenly when he saw my teeth. I closed my mouth but couldn't stop grinning, returning with our steaming food and probably looking like a fool.

Edward gobbled up his pizza sandwich, and ate half of the salad when I pushed it towards him. I didn't even bother to put any of the food in my mouth, and Edward was so engrossed with his eating that he didn't even seem to notice.

I heard familiar heart beats pull through the parking lot- Jess, Lauren, and Mike in Mike's Suburban. I sighed, relieved that Edward was done eating, and grabbed his hand and the covered cup of soup. He understood the cue and stacked the trays to carry them to the garbage, setting it in the dirty tray tray on top of the can. The smell was beginning to get so overwhelmingly disgusting, especially near the garbage, that I was actually knowingly focusing on Edward's blood to distract from the food.

I squeezed his hand comfortingly before we made it out the door, whispering, "Don't worry," as I passed by him. Jess, Mike, Lauren, and Tyler were all still standing outside, but Tyler had yet to say he had seen us walk in, together. I had scared him. I felt a swell of pride in protecting my mate, even if it wasn't a physical or particularly dangerous threat.

I led him to the car quickly; there was no way around them seeing us. They began whispering fiercely, I could hear them clearly and the growl began to build, even as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"They're holding hands!"

"Are they dating?"

"That's just disgusting."

"They're basically different species," that one was Mike, and little did he know how right he was. We were genetically different species, Carlisle and I had determined once the technology was available that vampires had two extra chromosomes.

"Are y-you okay?" Edward broke the silence with a quiet question, and I didn't even realise I was clenching the steering wheel with one hand and gripping his hand with the other. My sweet boy, more concerned about me than the bullies who I once called friends. I sighed, letting the tension leave my body, and turned to smile at him, squeezing his hand again.

"You're wonderful," I replied honestly. His heart was pumping loudly, bringing excess blood to colour his lovely face. He didn't say anything, but our silence was content as I sped down the wet streets of Forks to bring Edward home.

Charlie and Alice were still out in this early, cloudy afternoon, and I followed Edward inside, unwilling to let him go if I didn't have to. He sat on the couch and watched me as I walked through the room, inspecting the few pictures Charlie had, and the massive entertainment system he had.

"Emmett would love this. It's almost as big as his!" I told Edward, turning to look at his beautiful, smiling face. He nodded and reached his hand out to me. Even when we were close, he could feel the emptiness that our connection left if we weren't touching. I knew his feelings would never come close to rivalling my own unless he was a vampire, but it was still comforting to know that he could feel even a fraction of it.

I sat on the couch and cuddled into his side. He was so tall and long limbed that he made me feel dainty and feminine, even here, lounging on the couch and folded under his warm arms.

"Tell me a-about your ch-childhood?" Edward asked, looking down at me. I admired the view of his jaw from below; and the strength of his angular face and crooked yet straight nose.

"Well, I was the oldest of six children," I said truthfully, relaxing into him. His right arm was wrapped around my shoulder, and his left hand was toying with my fingers. "I was my parents' favourite. My sister Beatrice and I were very close. She was only a year younger than me." I hurt to think of Beatrice, as if she wasn't always on my mind anyways. She was the reason why I felt so close to Rose so quickly; they were so wonderfully alike. I couldn't say anymore without outright lying to him, and he seemed to understand.

"Alice is y-younger than m-me," his fingers were stroking my upper arm, leaving a trail of fire, "Only by f-fifteen minutes, th-though." He added. Logically, I knew they must have been twins, but I didn't really know.

"You two look so different," I commented. They really did. Alice had that black hair and pale skin in juxtaposition to Edward's coppery hair and darker complexion.

"She t-takes after our f-f-f-father. We have our m-m-m-mother's eyes," he looked sad, and I leaned up towards him, ecstatic that we were comfortable enough together that I could kiss away his melancholy.

The electricity in the air was palpable as our lips met, his heat warming me immediately. I heard the police cruiser pull into the driveway with Alice and the chief inside, but I didn't want to pull away from our languid but chaste kiss. It seemed that Edward didn't even hear them walk in the door, because he jumped when Alice skipped into the room, smiling at us maniacally.

"Well, don't you two look cozy," Alice laughed. Edward's heart was pounding, so I pulled away to give him space. Alice danced her way around the couch and plopped right down, in between Edward and I. She was dressed in a fabulously fashionable camouflage outfit and smelled of fish, and she was immediately comfortable in the small space between us, leaning her head on my shoulder and smiling knowingly in Edward's direction. His face was beet red and his brows furrowed as he looked everywhere but in our direction.

"Hey, nice to see you again, Bella," Charlie said, poking his head into the living room. I turned on the couch, jostling Alice away from me in the process, to greet him.

"Hi Chief Swan! Good day fishing?"

"Please, Charlie," he reminded me, "and it would have been better if we didn't get rained out!" He exclaimed. Both he and Alice had damp hair, and I could smell the water on the coats they had deposited in the foyer. Funny, I was so consumed in Edward I literally didn't notice that it had been drizzling steadily.

"So what did you two get up to today?" Alice asked, now leaning against a stiff Edward. He reached up with his right hand and patted her spiky wet hair before reaching around her and taking my hand in his.

"Well, we went out to lunch, and talked for a while," I said finally.

"Awesome, I'm glad you made up," Alice nodded, her green eyes getting glassy and far away. She stood up quickly, shaking her head and blinking the dullness away.

"I better go help Charlie with the fish," she said. Not a moment later, Charlie called from the kitchen, "Alice, could you help me filet up the fish?" I was stunned. I had heard Charlie wrestling with the fish from the kitchen, heard the knife slicing around the cutting board, but there was no possible way Alice had heard that. I looked to Edward for explanation, but he just shrugged and got a far away look in his eyes.

We sat in that silence uncomfortably, leaving me wondering about Alice's sudden foresight. She had made predictions before, and they had always come true. I had never seen a power manifest so strongly in a human; she would make a terrific vampire if she would ever have been changed.

"I'm heading up to shower," Alice announced as she danced to the stairs, "Are you staying for dinner, Bella?"

"No, thank you, Alice," I called to her as she pranced up the stairs, not even registering she heard my response. I couldn't fake eat around three observant humans, and I really didn't want to eat if it wasn't necessary.

"I'll see you in the morning?" I asked Edward, still sitting with him on the couch and holding his hand, unwilling to leave him. He nodded tightly and made no move to let go of my hand or get up and walk me to the door, not meeting my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, leaning into him tenderly. We had had such a wonderful but exhausting and stressful day; I wasn't sure if he had been pushed too hard.

"Are we d-d-dating?" Edward blurted out, face pink, brows furrowed, and gorgeous green eyes concerned as he faced me. He was such a sweet and adorable boy, I wanted to kiss him and never stop. So I did push into him and kiss him again. I drew away after a few moments, leaving him looking dazzled and well-kissed.

"Does that answer your question?" I smiled, our afternoon full of questions. He looked all shy, but nodded and pulled me to my feet to walk me out.

I was in a daze the rest of the night, thinking of Edward's lips and his dark past and waiting to jump through the window and lay next to my mate. His sleep was unusually restful, and in the early morning, as I was heading out the window to race the rising sun, Edward spoke.

He was in R.E.M. sleep, his eyelids fluttering and all. And he said my name. It was just once, but his voice was so clear and tender and loving.

"Oh, Edward," I whispered, moving across the room to softly caress his cheek. My dead heart swelled, and I gazed down at him adoringly. In that moment, I knew that no matter his past, or mine, we could get through anything.

I ran home to get dressed to join the Masens for breakfast. I could barely wait to leave, but Rose appeared in my doorway as I was changing, and I realised I had been neglecting my beloved sister.

"We kissed!" I squealed, not able to contain my joy and excitement. Rose grinned back at me and ran into a hug, causing a loud cracking noise to sound as our bodies clashed in an embrace. Emmett appeared in doorway, his cheeks dimpled in happiness.

"Bella's finally getting some," he announced loudly to the rest of the house.

"Emmett," Rose cautioned, still holding me tightly in her arms. Just then, Esme walked up behind him and smacked him across the back of his head lightly. Emmett mocked outrage, but we all quickly erupted in laughter.

"I need to go or I'm going to be late," I said after several minutes of hugging Rose and giggling with my family. Rose let me go happily, and I raced through town, anxious to see my beautiful mate.

Alice was wearing those butterfly wings I had heard so much about when she opened the door and let me in. I sat next to Edward at the table in the kitchen, watching as he finished his bowl of cereal. He looked delectable in holey green sweater and baggy jeans, all sleepy and freshly showered.

He put his bowl in the sink and followed a skipping Alice out the door, grabbing the saran wrapped peanut butter sandwiches off the counter. Alice climbed in the backseat of my truck, seemingly knowing that Edward and I would want to sit next to each other and hold hands.

And we did. He clutched my hands and tapped his pointer finger against my knuckle nervously, his leg started bouncing when we pulled into the parking lot. We got there just as everyone else was arriving, and all eyes were on us.

Edward was still sitting in the cab of the truck when I got out; Alice had already danced away and fell in step next to Emmett and Rose. They had never spoken to each other, but she looked completely comfortable dwarfed beside Emmett's hulking figure.

I opened Edward's door for him and held out my hand for him to take. We could do this; we could face this school on together. His jaw was clenched and his face was drawn, just as it was when we walked into Pacific Pizza the day before. But his cheeks were a pale pink, his eyes were darting around the parking lot anxiously, and his finger was still doing that nervous tapping on my hand.

There was angry chatter all around us, too quiet for Edward to hear, though he did appear to know the general gist of their conversations. I had never been so angry with human children before in my entire existence, a steady growl erupting from my chest.

And that was the first time I confronted bullies.

I did say this was OOC and AU, right? I can't wait for everyone to hear Bella's background! It's completely out of canon, but I think it's really interesting, and gives her a certain complexity. Besides, she can't exactly come from early 20th century Chicago, can she. That's Twilight's Edward's story.