Edward's first breath as a newborn vampire was like being thrown into a world that had been dull and muted before. Now, everything was unbearably vivid. The scent of fresh pine and damp earth clung to the air. The low hum of voices from other rooms echoed in his skull, layered over the wind rustling outside. His own breathing felt unnecessary, foreign—yet his body moved with ease, his senses sharper than he ever thought possible. He could hear the distant rushing of a river, the flutter of a bird's wings miles away.

Then his eyes landed on Bella.

The burning in his throat—the one they warned him about, the one that should have dominated his every thought—was insignificant compared to the overwhelming need to touch her, to feel her against him. She was here. She was real. And she was his.

In an instant, he closed the space between them, his arms wrapping around her, crushing her against his chest. He pressed his lips to hers, reveling in the way she melted into him, the way her fingers tangled in his hair. She tasted familiar and new all at once—like something he had been deprived of for far too long. The voices, the foreign sensations, the flood of new awareness—all of it faded beneath the feeling of having Bella in his arms.

But then—

"He is much stronger than anyone now."

Carlisle's thought was clear, cutting through the haze of Edward's newfound euphoria like a sharp blade.

Stronger.

Stronger than anyone.

He froze. His grip on Bella loosened as the realization struck him—he could hurt her. With just a little more force, he could break her, could shatter the very thing he cherished most.

Bella pulled back slightly, sensing the shift. "Edward, are you okay?" she asked, her golden eyes searching his face.

Instead of answering, he buried his face into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent was intoxicating, more than it had ever been before, but it didn't send him into a frenzy. Instead, it grounded him.

The voices in his head, the flood of thoughts that had been overwhelming just moments ago, all vanished the second he focused on Bella. It was just her. Only her.

"I can hear everyone's thoughts, love," he murmured into her skin.

"What?"

The deep boom of Emmett's voice shattered the brief moment of quiet.

"A mind reader?" Eleazar's voice, sharp and full of intrigue, echoed from the other room.

Bella, still in Edward's arms, leaned back just enough to look at him properly. "Really?"

Edward tightened his hold on her, but this time he was careful—measured. His eyes searched hers, noting every fleck of gold in their depths. The way the light caught in them made them impossibly mesmerizing, otherworldly. He had always thought Bella was beautiful, but now… now he saw her in a way he never could have as a human. She wasn't just beautiful. She was breathtaking.

"Uh-huh," he confirmed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "But it goes silent when I focus on you. And I can't hear you at all."

She blinked in surprise. "You can't?"

He shook his head. "It's just… quiet."

He had expected some things to change, had braced himself for the possibility that his human memories might fade or distort, but instead, they were sharper than ever. Every detail of his life before—his mother's voice, the feel of rain in Chicago, the warmth of Bella's hand in his—was all still there, clearer than it had ever been.

"We must hunt," Bella finally said, her voice soft but certain.

Edward glanced at her lips, still slightly parted from their earlier kiss, and felt the thirst simmer beneath the surface. But it wasn't the only hunger he felt. There was another kind of need burning within him, one that had nothing to do with blood.

Still, he nodded.

He had forever with Bella now. But for now, he would follow her lead.

The moment Edward stepped into the forest, the world sharpened into a thousand details he had never noticed before. The scent of damp earth, the rustling of leaves, the heartbeat of creatures lurking in the undergrowth—every sound, every shift in the air registered in his mind like a perfectly tuned symphony.

Bella ran ahead, her form a blur of grace, barely making a sound. Edward followed, but his body reacted before he could even think. His legs pushed off the ground, propelling him forward so fast that the towering trees became streaks of green and brown in his periphery. The wind howled past his ears, but it did nothing to drown out the cacophony of thoughts—Jasper's measured calm, Emmett's amusement.

"Damn, he's fast."

"He's not even trying."

Bella's voice cut through the noise. "Edward!"

He stopped mid-stride, skidding to a halt with unnatural precision, turning to find Bella staring at him in mild astonishment.

"You're—" she shook her head with a small laugh. "You're ridiculously fast."

Edward arched an eyebrow, still adjusting to the effortless way his body responded. "Are we not all?"

"Not like that," Jasper called from behind, jogging into view with Emmett right behind him.

"Damn, bro," Emmett grinned. "I think you might actually outrun me."

Bella took a step closer, tilting her head. "You need to rely on your senses, not just speed. Listen. Hear it out."

Edward closed his eyes, blocking everything else out except the sounds around him. It was overwhelming at first—the distant drip of water, the flutter of a bird taking flight, the synchronized footsteps of his brothers behind him. But then, his instincts took over.

A heartbeat.

Steady, powerful, just east of them. A cougar.

Further north, a softer rhythm. A herd of deer, their hooves lightly grazing the forest floor as they grazed.

His hunger flared violently, his throat igniting with an insatiable burn.

Instinct decided for him.

The cougar.

With a sharp inhale, Edward launched forward, his muscles coiling and releasing with seamless power. The wind screamed past his ears as he raced toward his prey, the world narrowing to one single, intoxicating scent.

The cougar didn't stand a chance.

Edward spotted it perched on a rocky outcrop, its golden eyes narrowing as it sensed something was wrong. It had no time to react before Edward struck.

With an effortless leap, he tackled the beast mid-air, both of them crashing down onto the forest floor. The cougar snarled, clawing wildly, but it was nothing compared to Edward's strength. His fingers dug into its fur, pinning it down, and before the animal could release another sound, his teeth sank into its throat.

Warmth flooded his mouth. The taste was indescribable—rich, thick, pulsing with the very essence of life. His throat, which had burned unbearably just moments ago, was instantly soothed as he drank deeply. Every muscle in his body thrummed with new energy, the fiery thirst fading into something almost euphoric.

The cougar's body went limp beneath him.

Edward lifted his head, licking the last drops of blood from his lips. The hunger had eased, though not entirely gone. He exhaled sharply, realizing just how effortless it had been, how natural it felt.

A rustle in the trees signaled Bella's approach. She watched him, her golden eyes filled with something unreadable before she finally spoke.

"You did well," she murmured. "Better than I expected."

Edward straightened, still adjusting to the heightened awareness coursing through his veins. He looked down at his hands—steady, powerful. He had expected the hunt to feel foreign, even monstrous, but instead, it felt like he had merely fallen into something that had always been there, waiting for him.

Jasper and Emmett emerged moments later, Emmett whistling low.

"Well, damn," he said, grinning. "That was hot."

Bella rolled her eyes. "It's hunting, Emmett, not a sport."

"Speak for yourself," Emmett shot back, cracking his knuckles. "I make it a sport."

Edward barely registered their banter. His focus remained on Bella—the way the light caught in her golden eyes, the way her lips curved slightly as she took him in. Every detail stood out with startling clarity. He had always thought her beautiful, but now, she was beyond comprehension.

The world had sharpened, his senses heightened beyond what he could have imagined. He could hear the steady rhythm of her breathing, the almost imperceptible shift of her stance. The scent of her filled his lungs, familiar yet intoxicating in a way that had nothing to do with blood.

His hunger was sated, but something else burned just as fiercely. The need to be near her, to touch her, to ground himself in the one thing that had always been constant—her.

Bella's lips twitched as if she could read his thoughts. "You're staring."

Edward took a slow step forward, his fingers brushing against her wrist. "Can you blame me?" His voice was lower now, almost reverent. "I see you now, and I can't look away."

Her breath hitched, and he felt it like a pulse through his entire being. When she placed her hands against his chest, warmth spread through him, fierce and undeniable.

"I remember everything," he murmured, his thumb tracing the delicate line of her jaw. "But nothing compares to this. To you."

Bella's eyes softened, and she leaned into his touch, as if she had been waiting for those words.

Before she could respond, a loud groan cut through the moment.

"Alright, that's enough," Emmett complained. "The guy's been a vampire for, what, an hour? And he's already making me look bad."

Jasper chuckled. "Let them have their moment."

Bella laughed softly but didn't move away, and Edward wasn't ready to let go either.

For the first time since waking, everything settled into place. The new instincts, the power, the sharpened senses—all of it faded into the background.

Because this was what mattered.

Her. Always her.

Here's a chapter with vampire Edward. Hope you enjoyed it and please leave a review. I hope I get to update resurgence as well.