Hardly but an abrupt ending to my Cullen dream, I arrived back at my house as the clock tolled to 10pm! Shocked? Yes, me too! I've never been out that late before, and have never been in love like this before.

Edward, with all his courtesy, dropped me off. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked, my lips curving as rain splattered the windshield.

His face crumbled slightly, "No, unfortunately."

I breathed a sigh through my nostrils, turning from him. I turned back, and saw he was examining me, studying me, "Why not?"

"Hunting," The way he said it so blandly, so bleakly, freaked me out.

I furrowed my brow, "Hunting? For goodness' sake, Edward, you went hunting not long back!" My voice was quite raised, and realising my error, apologised.

"Do you want me to hunt people instead?" Edward grinned, revealing his acute fangs.

A shiver tingled my spine, "No, of course not. I just, I just don't want to be away from you."

My boyfriend leaned back in his seat, widening his legs and thereby showing his crotch. He nodded his head down, in the nether direction.

"What?" I pondered, confused. Edward didn't want no 'sexual tendencies' to occur.

"Close your eyes," His legs still widened, I felt his smooth and icy hand on my face as my eyes closed. A gasp of lust escaped my lips. He moved his hand to the back of my head and pulled my into a zealous kiss. Edward opened his mouth and gained entry to mine with his tongue. Our lips wrapped around each other, our soft groans of sexual desire being the only noise (save the rain). His hand trailed to my crotch, where he undid the buttons. I opened my eyes now, shocked at his movements. "What's happening?"

Both of us rock hard now and sexual tension even harder, we didn't know what was happening, "You're right. We shouldn't do this."

My face soured, "No, I didn't say that!"

"I know, but I should wait. I can't take advantage of you, especially with your dad watching T.V just metres from us."

"I love you," I said. I buttoned up. He went for a kiss, but I dodged it with my cheek.

"What's wrong?" Edward's voice was hoarse with worry and concern.

"Nothing, I'll see you on Monday," I said it bluntly and blandly, neither zeal nor emotion in my tone. I opened the door, not caring about the rain and walked to my house. Glancing back at the car, I saw Edward curse to himself and drive off.

In the house, me soaked as ever, I charged upstairs. I didn't care about Charlie, I just wanted solitude! I slammed my door and kicked the wardrobe with force. Pouncing on my bed I embraced a pillow with passion and sorrow as tears left my green eyes...

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::SUNDAY::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

The moment I woke up, my salty tears leaving a slight mark on the pillow, I sighed. I saw the bright light of overcast skies through my curtains, pulling my duvet over my head, pondering Edward, and thinking of him relentlessly. When you hear a song so beautiful, so touching and it leaves its stain on your mind. You can't get it out of your head, and it drives your into a crazed whirlwind of emotion. Of course, Edward doesn't leave a stain; he leaves a glorious trail of splendour.

Half an hour later and I was still thinking of him. The reason I was so emotional last night was this: I can't be away from him anymore. You hear it in the stories, the movies, the poems...Your heart actually aches. You feel like your soul is scratching its way out of your body, trying to find your true love.

His presence was becoming addictive. Like a drug of sorts.

An hour after the half an hour gap and I eventually got up. Charlie was probably wondering why I wasn't downstairs when he left for work, as I'm usually an early bird as you've noticed. When I got up I walked over to my window and stroked the icy glass as a reminiscent. The touch of his fingers, his lips...His eyes. I pressed my cheeks towards the window, soothing into the loving temperature. I probably looked like freak to someone who'd see me doing this, but I wasn't fussed.

The rest of the day was spent with me eating, listening to music and watching T.V, all the while gazing into nothing and taking no notice of either form of leisure.

The night was expected to be the same.

The door unlocked and Charlie came in as I sat reading The Fellowship of the Ring on the sofa, the first time in the day when I was actually entranced (The book is amazing, for goodness' sakes). "Hey, son," My father said, sounding exhausted.

Shit, I forgot to make dinner! The purple, green light of winter's dusk spread out across the landscape outside (Landscape being: Leafless trees, brambles and a black tarmac road.) "Hi, Dad," I heard my voice croak. "Um, sorry, I haven't made dinner. Do you want me to get on it?"

He waved his hand and sat down on 'his' chair, taking the phone from its hook. "No, no, it's fine, I'll just order. Do you want a pizza?" He asked courteously.

I set the book down, the spine crinkling with age. "Yeah, sure." I beamed to him. "Cheese and tomato, as usual, dad."

Charlie smirked, his moustache stretching slightly over his top lip. "I guess you'll never venture into the spicy realm of pepperoni then?"

"Never," We both chuckled softly.

As he went to order, I marked my page on the book via folding over the corner. I then stretched my legs and watched Charlie order. It was boring, I must admit, so I decided to head outside. "I'm just going to the back garden."

I confirmed. Charlie nodded to my words before ordering his pizza.

The air was chilly, and the sky was as usual overcast. I sighed out, exhaling all of the sorrow from my tired lungs, and inhaled fresh, new nectar into my body. I could feel my ribcage open up slightly, a brief crack sounded, declaring they were working well. I knew then that I wasn't as sad anymore, that the plague which haunted all morning and night had fled as my ribs were unwrapping; I had previously clung to my chest so determinedly that I honestly thought I'd puncture a lung.

Exhaling for a second time, a twinkling tear escaped my green eyes, but not for sadness, but for the icy winds. Taking this as a sign to head inside, I did so.

Ten minutes later, our food arrived. I answered the door. I didn't glance up to see who it was; I was digging into my pocket to find some money. When I did however, I saw it was Jacob. I gasped, nearly dropping the money. "Esto," He sounded as shocked as I did.

Jake had gotten a lot bigger since last we met. His hair was still long, but his jaw had squared and his muscles were much more defined.

"Jake..."

"Yeah, it's me," He scoffed, but I couldn't. I was too shocked. Shocked at how I'd nearly forgotten him. Not completely forgotten, yet I didn't even think to call him, or visit him...I felt ashamed. "We've not spoke in ages."

I ordered my voice, no matter how hoarse, "I know, I'm sorry." I was completely unaware of the delicious aroma surface from the greasy pizza boxes when Charlie came out from the living room.

"Oh, Jacob. What a surprise," He announced, standing next to me.

He was looking into my eyes, and vice versa, when he replied to Charlie's greeting.

"Yeah, it's me, Charlie," They both grinned. "Here's your pizza. I'll let you off a little. It's usually $6:50, but you can have 'em for $4:00."

The doorway to my breath was charmed at Jake's bargain. So much so, that they said, "Why don't you come in for a while?"

His face softened appealingly. Charlie had gone to prepare the pizzas by now. "I can't," Jake pointed to the large red bag her held in his hand. "Got food to deliver."

I bit my lower lip, "Oh, okay. That's fine. Um, I'll call you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," It looked like his ears bounced up with his enthusiasm, almost like a dog's.

We exchanged numbers. I had to go all the way upstairs to get my phone, seeing as though I scarcely use it. Jake was then on his travels, riding (on his bike, bless him) around Forks delivering Italian food. I gazed after him as he rode down my street into the dark, longing for his company once more.

When I shut the door, I was greeted with the aroma Jacob had brought.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::MONDAY::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

"I don't know why. Maybe they're just letting their balls hang loose," I replied to Jessica's question in class. The question was, 'Why do the jarls in Skyrim sit on the throne like they do?' My answer made us both laugh.

There was no sign of Edward today, and I was quite shocked how I hadn't broken down. These are the causes of love. It was fifth period, biology. I would be with Edward right now. Where is he? Today wasn't even sunny. It was gloomy (what's new?), and the mountains on the horizon were glazed in cloud. Those specific clouds were raining a storm down on us. (What's new, again?)

Edward, if you can hear me, please let me see you. Touch you, kiss you...

I never have believed in telepathy, but I prayed to God for my vampire boyfriend to hear my words. I craved for his touch so much I nearly ripped through five full pages from writing too hard. Jess was worried, clearly.

"What is the matter with you?" Her eyebrows were furrowed like a melancholy valley.

I turned to her, a lock of hair blocking my left eye. I looked like a goth. "It's Edward," I'd never talked about my relationship with Edward before. Now seemed like the right time. "I haven't seen him all weekend."

Jess' eyes were finished in concern, "And you don't know where he is?"

She sounded concerned for him, as if he might have been kidnapped, but clearly I knew he hadn't, "No. Last time I saw him was on Friday," My hands began to shake vigorously. I calmed them down in time for anyone else to see by biting them.

"You should inform the police."

"No, I know he's okay. I just need to know wh-" I was stopped dead in my tracks by a familiar voice notifying Mr. Banner why they're late.

His hair was flat due to the rain outside and his cheekbones were defined by the frosty weather. Edward had returned.

"...So, I'm sorry I'm late, sir," Edward smiled apologetically, and then looked towards me, the same smile plastered on his beautiful face.

I wanted to look away, but my heart ordered me to gaze. He looked stunning with his hair like that and the way that his chest rose and fell when he inhaled was achingly attractive.

He sat in his usual seat, staring at me all lesson. I glanced every now and then at him, however I turned when I saw him looking at me.

A screech from the pleasurable bell proclaimed school had been terminated...For today. I immediately got up, telling Jess bye hastily, then strode* out. *I didn't know the word for stride in this context.

I avoided the troublesome and audacious teens, who were talking about some party on Friday night, in the parking lot. I jumped into my car, turned the ignition and went to set off, no thanks to the tapping on the passenger door window. It was Edward, a contrite look on his contently stunning countenance.

I sighed, wanting to go; his absence had plagued me dearly, and it was still trickling into today.

Nevertheless, I did wind the window down. "Where the fuck have you been?" I almost screamed, shocking him a little.

Remorse was resident in his property, shining still its butterscotch coat of paint, "I'm sorry."

Was that all he could conjure? Ha, spare me, Edward, "You're sorry? Why can't you just tell me where you were?" My voice had softened on the last question.

"I was preparing something with my family," He opened the door via putting his arm through the open window.

"Your family? Why didn't you come to inform me, or tell me where you were on the weekend? I was worried sick," I was squinting and blinking fiercely to fight off the tears swarming in my eyes.

He looked like he was going to say something, but instead leant in and kissed me. Even though I was livid, I kissed back. I felt true forgiveness filling my heart, substantiating that I was madly in love with this vampire. I pulled away, a soft pop when our mouths broke, and said, "I've missed you."

He groaned in longing, "I've missed you, too. So much so, in fact, that the reason I've been away was for me to arrange a treat for you."

My brain cells tried to piece his words together, yet they couldn't. Treat, for me? How curious. "What do you mean, 'treat'?"

"You don't know what a treat is?" He ascended an eyebrow, sarcasm littering his words.

I playfully slapped him, "You know what I mean."

Edward chuckled through closed lips, "Maybe I do. What's your definition of the word 'treat'?"

I racked my brain for a clear, articulate definition, "A pleasurable spell of time?"

He widened his legs, "Well, I hope tonight will be a pleasurable spell of time for you, Esto Swan."

The demonically seductive ring in his voice drove me to the edge, "Sex?" Yes, I blurted the word out.

Conferring to the latter sentence, Edward's lips pouted in confusion and his eyes squinted, "No, not sex, you horny devil," His mouth retained to its former glory: its smile, "I'm taking you on a trip with me and my family."

"Where to?" Even I was shocked by the enthusiasm in my tone.

"You'll see. I'll pick you up at four, and it's..." He looked at the clock on my stereo, "Quarter-past three now so you'd better hurry and get dressed. You can change in front of me if you'd like, I've been craving to see your naked body ever since I laid eyes on you," He held a crooked smile between humour and sexual arousal. I hoped with all my heart that it was the second.

"If you come up to my bedroom as I change maybe you'll get to see it," I placed my hand on his lap and moved it back and forth. I saw him gasp and his muscles tense.

He said between croaky intakes, "I'd love to."

When we got home, we immediately went to my room. Charlie was at work, so we were alone. "Right, you sit there," I pushed him on my bed, "And I'll get changed."

I saw him examine my sheets. He stretched his hand over them, smoothening the duvet. He brought it up to his nose and inhaled. I caught a smile twinkle on his face as he did so.

"Do you want me to strip or just change?" I'd never done this before, but I wasn't inhibited.

He pulled on his collar and gulped, "Um, I don't know."

I shook my head and sat on his lap, "You don't know? Well, that'll have to change," I moved my legs so both were on either side of his body. I then lent in to kiss his cheek. When I did so, I began to suck it and bite it tenderly. He moaned in a masochistic tone, even though it wasn't hurting him. "How about a taste of your own medicine?" I joked chillingly.

I never knew Edward liked macabre; he tilted his head back more and laughed devilishly.

"I want to do it tonight," I backed from his neck and bit my lower lip for affection.

He sighed and pushed me aside, so I was lying on the bed and he was sitting, hunchbacked, "You know we can't."

I'm not a slut, or a sex addict, but it was starting to take control. Everyday I was lusting after him. My loins ached in sexual strain, "No, you don't want to."

"I do want to. How many times must I repeat?" He exhaled and lay next to me, gazing into my eyes. "I love you so much. Every part of me is enamoured with your aura. Your presence..."

Edward moved to kiss me on the cheek, which I allowed, "Fair enough, Edward."

He then looked at the clock on my purple painted wall, "It's four, we should be off now. And you should you dressed."

I bolted up off the bed and ran to the dresser, "Yes, yes. You just wait in the car or whatever."

I heard a laugh, and knew that his astoundingly striking countenance was doing its typical grinning expression, "As you wish. Oh, and wear something warm."

"Okay," I shouted as he trotted down the stairs. When do I ever not wear anything warm?

When I was ready, I was wrapped in a warm jumper which was entwined in my blue waterproof jacket. My legs were hugging my skinny jeans nicely and my shoes were wearing some boots I though I'd never wear.

Sauntering up his shimmering silver Volvo, the night sky was now approaching, and with it, an ominous, overpowering and inspiring thunder storm.

We drove off to Edward's house when the sound of the clouds clapping created a screeching boom.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::THE CULLEN HOUSE::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

The moment we say farewell to the fringe of forest that sheathes the road to 'Cullen Manor', I see two cars. Well, more like two off-road vehicles. One is an open topped Jeep splattered with mud and the other is a covered Landrover which looks brand spanking new. "What's with the cars?" I ask.

"Our trip. Remember, all of us are coming."

The house was splendidly lit up, like an angel on a stormy night. All of the Cullens were waiting outside the front door, watching us happily (except for Rosalie) when we walked up tot them. "Esto," Esmé and Alice greeted, almost in unison, warmly.

"Hey," I responded, just as warmly.

"'Afternoon, Esto," Said the formal Carlisle.

"Good afternoon, Carlisle."

I basically said it to everyone there, even Rosalie, and then that apparently was the signal to go.

"So, where are we going?" I questioned. The girls (I was evidently classed as a girl), went into the covered, shiny, warm Landrover. Whereas the rakish, bubbling boys jumped into the Jeep.

"One second," Alice said to me, holding the 'one minute finger' up. "Whoever gets there first wins!" She shouted brashly. Clearly it was a race now.

"You're on!" Challenged back Emmett, who was manning the ostentatious Jeep. Edward was sat next to him, so I couldn't really see him.

"We're going to play baseball."

What? Rosalie just talked to me, and she sounded happy. "Oh, um, great." Damn it; trust me to go into my cliché shy mode.

"Yeah, I hope you can play Esto," Confirmed Esmé, craning her neck from the front seat for me to see her.

"Not really," We both smirked.

"Let's go!" Ordered Rosalie.

"Oh, right, yeah," Said the driver.

The engines revved, the mud beneath our tyres sprayed, gas foamed from the tail pipe.

We were off.

Our cars both immediately sped down the road. Knowing we wouldn't be able to fit between in the wooded part, due to two bulbous cars spanning the road, Alice had a plan. "Hold on."

She skidded left and drove into the forest itself, completely off road. I was gasping for air, yet also had never been more alive in my life. Everyone in the car was yelping in joy and adrenaline. I saw the car from my window speed at almost astonishing velocity down the road.

Alice ordered us to buckle up. I saw why. She was going to jump over a narrow, leaf-filled creek. "Oh, my God," Were the final words I whispered when the car jumped over the ditch. We all screamed in both fear and fun. It landed with a jolt, but before we knew it, we were off again.

"Do you know where we're going?" I asked after ten minutes of speeding through forest.

"'Course I do," She looked maniacal at the wheel. Her eyes were wide in excitement and an adrenaline juiced smile was drawn onto her angelic face.

...

After another twenty minutes of the forest, we finally came to a road. We stopped where we were, in the middle of it. "Do you think they've passed us yet?" Worded Rosalie.

"No, they would have left skid marks," Esmé said.

"Wrong, they could have got new, smooth tyres," Alice also pitched in.

As we all feuded, even me, over whether they'd passed or not, we heard a zooming sound. We turned in wonder, our mouths agape. There, at the far end of the road, coming our way was the speeding, bulky, dangerous Jeep.

"Hurry up, Alice," I screamed, laughing slightly. It was just a game, but it was immensely engaging.

Esmé and Rosalie were hysterical, giggling so much I thought they'd die. When Alice finally got the car started, we were off again. "Esto, you check to see if they're on our tail."

"Okay," I did so, and from the rear window, they were gaining on us fast. "Hurry up, they're coming."

She stepped on it, but it was no use. The Cullen boys were going to fly past us in a matter of seconds. When they came past, though, we all stuck our fingers up at them, which they returned. Of course, it was all in good health and happy smiles. Edward looked so happy...

...

Eventually, our car reached its destination. That was, twelve minutes after the lads had arrived.

"Yes, you won, get over it," I joked to them all as they teased us.

Edward ran up to me and kissed me, in front of everyone. I kissed him back, "Glad you're safe," He said. Then, he ran out to the field where everyone had took their places

The games had begun.

Thunder cracked like a god in the twilight sky. Wind blew in from the west, obviously from the Pacific. A cascading and towering waterfall stuck to a green cliff face off to the north. "Let's play ball!" Carlisle enthusiastically shouted.

He stood at home base, and adjacent stood Alice, as the pitcher. She lobbed the ball at tremendous alacrity. Carlisle struck it with such force that it sounded like a crack of..."Ah, now I see why you need the thunder," I clicked on to Esmé. She smiled knowingly back.

The ball Carlisle batted shoots like a meteor through the dense trees. Edward turned to get it. "That's gotta be a home run, right?" I ask.

Then Edward bolts towards the ball as Carlisle spans the field in seconds. "Edward's very fast," Esmé shook her head to me.

Carlisle gets to home base...Four seconds after my boyfriend throws the ball back to Esmé. "You're out," I say to Carlisle.

The game passes thusly. I've never been more enthralled in my life.

"Stop! I didn't see them..." Shouts Alice to everyone. What does she mean?

Before I know it, all of my vampire boyfriend's family is next to me, Edward the closest. "Put your hood up," He commands, arranging my hair for some reason. His face is tense, his eyes turning to their bloodlust tempted black.

Rosalie birthed a scoff, "Like that'll help; I can smell him for across the field."

Edward and I ignore her foolishness...Or wisdom, "I shouldn't have brought you here."

"What do you mean?" I'm dazed and confused. Everyone's tense. What is going on?

"They're coming," Alice's voice rings in my ears. A thin layer of fog coupled with swirling autumn leaves blankets a trio walking our way.

My eyebrows furrow, knitting a confused face. Edward stands in front of me, his arms stretched and his shoulders broad. Emmett and Jasper are glaring at the approaching visitors.

As the three strangers near, I see something. They're all barefoot and have burgundy eyes. Glowing like a serpent's.

The one in the middle, a man...Or vampire, of African descent, holds up the ball that Rosalie just batted, "I believe this belongs to you." He throws it to Carlisle who catches it easily. I stand behind the family, peering at the scene.

"Thank you," Our leader replies coolly.

"Could you use three more players?" The black one asks kindly.

"Of course."

"I'm Laurent. And this is Victoria," He motions his hand to a pale white girl with fiery red hair, battling with her eyes. She smiles courteously to the group. "And this is James," We all look at the other. A fair haired, scrawny one. His smile is odd, deformed in a way. Edward eyes him cautiously.

Laurent and Carlisle talk together, as the former takes the three bats the latter hands to them.

"The humans were tracking us, but we led them east," Says Victoria. A sharp tingle traces my spine. Edward is still staring at James fiercely.

The game ensues. James is outrageously powerful with his swing. Victoria is too, but more subtle.

Cold. I feel a cold gust of wind from the mountains comb my hair and blow down my hood, then the wind changes direction and travels towards James. Edward's eyes widen in fear.

James' face brightens with bloodlust. He licks his lips and runs towards me, but Edward is already there, defending me. I back away in terror. All of the Cullens are now surrounding me, with the other coven's members behind James.

"You brought a snack, did you?" James teases, staring into both mine and Edward's eyes.

"The boy is with us," Carlisle announces protectively. "We think it best you leave."

"I understand, we'll go now. James." Laurent warily and dangerously tilts on the brink of being smothered and ravaged by the Cullen clan. James on the other hand, is on a whole new level with Edward. They are both in each others faces, staring into each others eyes, fury pumping between them. Edward's mouth twitches in destructive force, and James takes his leader's demand.

They leave without a trace.