I gazed at my lover through the darkness; her form rising and falling ever so slowly with each beat of her heart. A heart so pure that I should be banished to hell for eternity through tainting it so. My love, my angel, my Bella. Far be it from me to call her my own, yet her name always lingers on the end of my tongue, and the urge to claim her as my own is sometimes so unbearable, that it is hard to suppress a side of me that longs to be shown. It only took one day, one look, one hint of her mind blowing aroma to set her life on a track that not even I could protect her from.

I am the ferocious and overpowering lion that demands domain over blood; her blood, and she is the sweet innocent and fragile lamb that so often prances into danger needlessly; how can we compare? How can our futures intertwine in a way that guarantees her a life without sadness and loss? If we were to bond; join if you will, and I was to make her one of my own kind, she would suffer; not only in the few days following, but also in the years after. Her family; so kind and true, so peaceful and normal would die and she would regret her choices, she would grow to hate.

My Bella, so sweet and innocent, so kind and just, how could I ever bestow a future so hellish, that the gods themselves would quiver in fear. My dear, blood is not the nectar for your tongue. A tongue that has uttered so many thoughtful and bliss things should never be tainted with the crimson liquor, so sadistically drawn from its previous host. No my dear, now is not the time.

Dream my sweet, dream of freedom and love, for you are so young and pure.

“Edward…” My breath- though unneeded- always hitches at the sound of my name from her mouth. Her brown pearls gaze at my face; though hazy, they are as beautiful as ever.

“Yes my love?” She smiles at me, and gently lifts up her hand; tracing her fingers from my forehead to my lips. My own eyes close, and I turn ever so slightly to meet her hand with my lips. A small kiss placed upon warm skin is all I can really offer her. My presence seems to calm her though, strange.