i'm not finished yet, though.

Walking into the terminal, I wondered if Edward even remembered me. The last time I had seen him was three years ago. We kept all contact shut-off so the suspense of seeing each other again would be greater than normal. I wondered if he even remembered to pick me up from the airport. For all I knew he could have up and left, but I know him better than that. If it wasn’t for my mother’s, Renée, last say, I probably wouldn’t have come again. “After having your heart broken,” she said, “you should at least give him a chance. He’s changed a lot Bella. He helps me around the house and talks a lot more about his family. You might like the new him. C’mon, give him a chance.” Of course, having my heart broken, wasn’t true. I couldn’t actually tell her that the reason I went to Charlie’s, my father, was because a legion of vampires – known as the Volturi, wanted me to become one of ‘them’. When they mentioned that last time, Edward had gotten angry – I had a reason to fuel my need. After I found out he and his family were vampires, and after I fell in love with him, I wanted to be like him. Needed to be like them. But of course, Edward wouldn’t hear of it. You see; he has this stupid belief that vampires don’t have souls and that after they die, when they do die, that’s it for them. He believes humans, or mortals, have at least some chance of a “paradise”. So he sent me back to Forks to stay with Charlie. And, I don’t have the heart to tell her, but Renée never convinced me to come back. Edward did. He told me that it was urgent and that it must have been if he had broken our no-contact vow. It must be important since he made me come all the way from Washington to Florida. I wonder what it is.
I grabbed my bag and turned to the airport parking lot. No familiar cars there. I’ll wait awhile - they knew what time my flight came in right? I sat on a bench in the drive-by, pick-up area. I sit and think. What could be this important that he couldn’t have just told me on the phone? Maybe he heard what Charlie was thinking. Maybe Charlie was listening. Maybe he wanted to see my reaction . . . no, we could’ve used a webcam for that. I know it has to do with his family. It was obviously related to me too; otherwise I wouldn’t have had to come.
I glance at my watch. Thirty minutes since my plane landed. A half hour is long enough for me. I pull out my cell phone and call a taxi. Another twenty minute wait. After I hang up, I realize I have two voicemails. The first is from Renée; “Hey honey, I can’t make it. I got a call from work and it’s very important. I’ll tell Edward to come pick you up.” Click. The second was from Renée again; “I asked him to pick you up but he said he has to do something that he can’t get away from. He told me to tell you August Rush, although I don’t know why. I hope you can get a ride from Christine or a taxi or something. I’ll see you when you come home. I love you.” Click.
August Rush was our word for ‘I’m sorry’ when we didn’t want anybody to know what we were saying. I picked it out from the movie since I saw it and it had so much meaning to me. I had wanted to have his talent for awhile now - to have that much talent plus a violin to use it on. That would be incredible.
Honk, honk I looked up to see the cab sitting there and a very impatient looking man in the driver’s seat. I snapped my phone shut and shoved it in my pocket. I reached for my bag but his hand beat me there. My fingertips brushed the back of his hand as he lifted my bag off the ground. His skin was like ice. He was a vampire. I smiled politely as he opened my door and I slid inside. I watched him intently as he put my bags in the trunk. He slumped in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. We left the airport going sixty-seven. We were doing eighty-one on the freeway. I smiled as he weaved through traffic. He was so much like Edward. The speed he was traveling at, the way his hands tensed on the steering wheel, how his jaw flexed, the way his hair sat. My smile faded as an unfamiliar scent danced in my nose. It was cold, like when you smell an ice cube, but it wasn’t like anything I’ve ever smelled before. I couldn’t describe it even if I tried. Then I realized it was his scent. I covered my nose casually but in a way so that he wouldn’t notice. Then a name popped into my head. Christine. I forgot she mentioned her. I haven’t seen Christine since I left, although we weren’t really friends to begin with. I only liked her because she could talk your ear off and you wouldn’t have to respond. When I was with her, I actually had time to think about stuff. In the end though, it was wrong of me to use her so we started drifting. I think it was for the best anyways. She doesn’t need me as a friend.
“Are you gonna get out?” the taxi driver was staring at me from the rearview mirror with -concern.
“Oh, yeah. I’m really sorry.” This time he didn’t even bother to get out and help me as I pulled my bags out of the trunk. He rolled down his window as I brushed by and said, “Hey,” I turned around, “you’re a very special person.” He said it so seriously.
“Thank you.” I tilted my head, “you’re a very kind vampire.” I said with a smile. He was gone before I reached the door stoop. I grabbed the door handle to open it, when Edwards cool fingers curled around mine.
“I’m sorry” he whispered. I didn’t even have to turn around and look up at him to hear the sincerity in his voice.
“It’s ok.” I breathed. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him. His other arm slid around my waist as he stepped closer. He took my hand from the handle and snaked it around his neck. Then he took his hand that held mine, and put it with his other around my waist. He bent his head down towards my neck and I tensed. He laughed softly.
“You want me to turn you yet when I get close to “those” places, you tense. What do you want me to do? I don’t understand you.” Before I had time to answer, he turned me around and kissed me deeply. God, I really did miss him.
“I missed you.” He breathed at my lips.
“It’s your fault. You made me leave.” I said out of breath. After a pause of quiet I asked, “Why did you want me to come?” In that instant, Edward went completely serious. So much for my big mouth.
“We should converse inside.” He opened the door too quickly for me to protest, and guided me inside with his hand on my shoulder. He led me to the kitchen where he set me on the counter and looked at me with content.
“This is very serious, Bella. I need you to listen and pay very careful attention. After I sent you home, the Volturi, came back to say when they were coming again. It was completely normal except the fact that Marcus figured out you were gone. They said, and I quote, ‘If she is not here on the morrow, than we have all rights reserved to find her and kill her on the spot. She knows too much information and so being I am on the Vampires Occupational Lectures Terms Underminial Rights Incorporation, I have the right to do this without question.’ Bella, they want to kill you. If you don’t become one of us, they’ll kill you.”
I’m not sure if my face fell or lit up, but the expression on his face told me everything that he was thinking. I sighed and closed my eyes. “I should be excited that now I’m going to be like you, but for reason I feel crushed.” I peeked at him to see his reaction and I saw what I thought I would never see. I felt some sense of pride but then again, some defeat. Edward Cullen was crying. I lifted my hand to his face and brushed away the tears with my thumb. “It’s ok. Everything’s going to be ok. I know you don’t believe me and that’s ok, but everything’s going to be fine.” I pulled him into a hug and stroked his hair.
“Bella . . . it’s not, it really isn’t.” he said choking back a tear. I didn’t understand why it wasn’t all he had to do was bite me.
“I don’t understand, all you have to do is turn me and I don’t think–“
“I can’t do that Bella!” his body shuddered as he yelled. “God, Bella, you think it’s easy! I can’t just take away your life. You don’t know how hard that would be for me! Why do you want to be like us anyways? It’s horrible!”
“You already know why! I love you, Edward, and I want to spend every-waking day with you. Why don’t you understand that?! You know how much we need each other!” for some reason I was yelling too. I guess it was my anger coming out.
“Bella, please!—“Just then the garage door sounded. I looked at Edward and then kissed him. I kissed him for many reasons; out of sympathy, reassurance, fear, happiness, pride, defeat, but mostly I kissed him out of love. I kissed him until Renée’s voice rang out into the house.
“Are you kids here?” she sounded distressed, like she was carrying a huge load of groceries.
I smiled at Edward before I answered her. “Yeah, do you need help?”
“Um, I think so.” She bustled around the corner and into the kitchen before she set seven ‘Publix’ bags down on the counter. She looked at us quizzically then shook her head and started putting the groceries away. I slid off the counter and tugged Edward to the garage. Once there, I kissed him again- deeper this time. After I broke it off, I turned and walked to the trunk. Grabbing the side of the car I leaned forward and pulled out three bags. When I pulled back, my finger slipped and I cut it on a piece of metal that was jutting out. It started bleeding instantly. I shoved it in my pocket so Edward wouldn’t see it but he smelled it.
“Let me see It.” he held out his hand. I hesitated before placing my blood covered finger in it. He mumbled something incoherently before he did what he intended to do. What he did scared me to death. He lifted my finger to his pale marble lips before he licked it clean. My eyes widened as his face contorted into pleasure. He liked it? His lips closed over the tip of my finger and I felt the blood in my veins rushing into his mouth. Now?! Pain flamed down my body, but I did not scream. My knees buckled, but I did not fall. His eyes went from gold to black in an instant. I knew what was happening and I was terrified, but I never made a sound or tried to pull back. My body ached to lie down but I wouldn’t let it. My heart raced; trying to pump blood that wasn’t there. It was a painfully sweet serenity. Until I looked up. There in the doorway, stood Jacob Black with his girl friend, Thirrin (Robyn) McCabe. His face flushed with anger as he realized what was happening. He threw himself at Edward, but Edward has the advantage. He turned and punched Jacob in the stomach. That threw Jacob back a couple of feet; enough for Edward to rush at him.
Instead of smacking into the floor, I fell on something warm and soft. I looked up to see Thirrin’s (Robyn) face watching the fight before us. My head was on her lap. She must’ve had to move fast to get there before I thudded to the ground. Out of no where a cold air swept through me, I started shaking uncontrollably. I felt her hands hold me down at my shoulders and I vaguely heard her shout to the boys, “She’s going into shock!” My eyes slid closed and I remembered hearing some noises – then blackness.

My eyes slowly opened and I looked around. I was in my room, but why? I felt dead. Maybe that’s why. Maybe I was dead. I wiggled my toes—they were intact, I clenched and unclenched my hands. That was it. The bandage that stuck to my finger poked my hand. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I remembered what happened. Edward drank from me and if I had stayed at his lips, I wouldn’t be human right now.
“She’s awake.” Thirrin (Robyn) walked in and sat at the chair next to me. “How do you feel?”
“Um, I’m not sure. I can’t feel anything.” I answered hoarsely.
She laughed lightly, “It’ll be like that for a couple of hours. The medicine is still in effect.”

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